Part of me feels guilty about this. I almost always make dinner and I should be making dinner today. Part of me is scared about this. I don't really wanna know what my kitchen will look like when he's done and it's a guarantee that I will be the one cleaning it when I get better. Most of me just feels too crappy to care about either of the other two parts.
I slept off and on from about 10:00 last night till about 1:00 this afternoon. I feel like I could roll over and fall asleep right now but I wanna be sure that I can sleep tonight so I'm trying to stay awake. Branden went to the store and filled my prescription this afternoon. I was gonna try to do without it since it's only a pain killer but when I woke up hacking out my lungs with tears streaming down my face Branden decided that I needed it anyway. Thankfully the co-pay was only $6.
He also brought home a few different kinds of soup- guess what's for dinner?- and plenty of OTC medicines. I think he's contemplating when he will inevitably start to feel all this and is trying to be prepared. So now we have two different kinds of cough syrup, two different kinds of Theraflu, my pain medicine, the NighQuil, DayQuil, Tylenol and Ibuprofen we already had. And juice... lots and LOTS of juice. Apparently I get to drink pomegranite juice with dinner.
So that's my life at the moment. Still sick, but Branden's being pretty nice about taking care of me.
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