I am hopefully on my last day or two of all this feeling like poop. I felt better today but I’m still coughing up some stuff and now my throat is “dry” and kind of weird. I’m still using that Zarbee’s stuff and taking the HBP-safe cough suppressant that I’m allowed to take with my high blood pressure. I’m still taking Tylenol. I slept for about five to six hours so that definitely helped.
But, through it all, I had my baby. I had The BCPF to take care of me. I feel extra bad about taking two weekends away from her, three days off burned that she/we could have had a good time, but she trudged through and took care of me, fixed me food, made sure I had all my meds, made sure I was comfortable, set up the cool-mist humidifier, kept up with my non-sleeping spells and so on. She also had to deal with me being snappy as I’m wont to do when I’m not feeling well. She just smiles and makes sure that I know that it’s not meant to hurt her and takes my apologies and is just an angel. My angel.
I love that woman. I love how she loves me. I love how she takes such good care of me. I don’t know that I deserve her, but I’m glad I have her. Thank you, baby. I’ll be better soon.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…