How sick was Tim last night?
It made me so sad to see the man I love, the man I would move heaven and earth for if I could, so sick he could barely move – so tired he could barely sit up – so hot he felt like he was baking. And, really, there was nothing I could do. I got him water and asprin, and put a cold washcloth on his head – but still – it made my poor heart hurt to see him so sad, sick, and just mopey. After the medicine kicked in and he was able to sleep, he felt a little better last night and a little better still this morning. I am praying he feels more like his old self by this afternoon.
I am also praying that whatever he has I don’t get. I am not feeling well, but am trying to convince myself that it is psycho-somatic and I am not really sick – just worried about the possibility of GETTING sick. We’ll see…only time can tell, right?