Brain Bleeders

I have been sick for two days. Kidneys. Been hiding behind the box of pain medicine. I finally gave up any hope that it was just going to pass at 4 a.m. this morning.

I chilled, sweated and ached. He stayed four inches behind me everywhere I went in the house. I said I would be okay. He wasn't going to let me faint in the bathroom. Again. He doesn't like it when I get up in the middle of the night. He jumps up when that happens. I am kind of morbid because that fact both comforts and amuses me a little bit. That is how I know he loves me. That and he laughs at my brain bleeder references.

He hurries me back into bed and then pins me down with his leg so I can't wander off and hit my head on stuff without him knowing it. This is eleven years of marriage. This is the good stuff. You can't get it just anywhere, people. Even if he doesn't dance.

Though I swore them off, I agreed to go see a d*ctor. I described. He prescribed. Pee in a cup. Hefty bill from Walgreens and I am on my way back up again.

Such is the ebb and flow of my wellbeing.

Posted by gwendolyn on September 16, 2003 at 04:43 PM