In Sickness and in Health
March 7, 2020
I started feeling ill on my drive home Friday. By the time I arrived home, I was clammy, dizzy, and my head was pounding. With a minimum of explanation, I went to bed.
My husband followed me down the hall
Do you think you have a fever?
He busied around in the bathroom, found the thermometer, and attempted to take my temperature. I wasn’t completely conscious and fell asleep to a fitful night.
This morning I half heard him get up with our dog.
Susie is sick, Lily. We are going to let her sleep.
During the next hours, I heard him talking to the dog, going in and out, completing our Saturday tasks with his furry sidekick.
When I got out of bed late in the afternoon, he began to plying me with special juice with antioxidants, chicken and rice soup with the admonishment, Don’t touch anything.
While I was sitting, he changed the sheets, checked my forehead, and poured beverages. Every few minutes he asked, Do you need anything?
I didn’t stay up long and wandered back to clean sheets welcoming back to sleep. I heard him shut the door to keep the sun out.
Right now, he’s asleep on the coach. Perhaps he’s worn out.