Thank you all for your good wishes and supportive comments while I was laid up last week with a serious disease. It was a bug with a head cold attached but I had it far worse than anyone else I know – until now.
Yes, I infected the poor Hub; my way of thanking him for looking after me so well when he is permanently ill himself.
Of course, because of his weakened immune system caused by the M.E., he is bedridden with it, whereas I was merely bedinclined.
I was so pathetically grateful to him last week that I promised no more faux sympathy if he came down with it. I have stuck to my word. I know how bad I felt and I know he feels worse.
I have fed him (against his will; he has no appetite), watered him, laid cold flannels on his seriously fevered brow (it was touch and go whether I call the doctor last night but experience of his condition made me wait, and I was right, because he is cooler this morning), re-made his bed while he is still in it (more fun for me than him) and nagged him with all the love in my heart, because I don’t want him to think I think differently about him just because he’s ill (more ill than usual, that is).
I insisted that he stay in bed yesterday and he didn’t have the strength to argue. I think I will keep him in bed today, as well. It’s nice having the house to myself.