The Sickness

I have been really sick the past couple of days, but I am finally feeling well enough to eat. It's really hard for me to be sick for a few reasons, but the main reason is that I hate being alone, quarantined to the bedroom. I think of myself as a "social" sick person. I still want my husband there to talk to me and for my kids to be around. They left for church and Eric said, "There, now you can have 3 hours of rest." But I kept thinking I was hearing Eric's voice and the children laughing. I couldn't wait for them to get home. I felt so left out as Eric was making them lunch. I could hear him acting out a scene with the food where Mrs. Butterworth's was getting attacked by the peanut butter or something like that, and I shed a few tears because I was stuck in bed and couldn't join in on the fun. I kept calling my kids in the room to come and lay by me and watch a show with me or tell me a knock knock joke. Yes, I felt extremely sick and was probably throwing up every 45 minutes, but I was LONELY! Is that weird? My husband thinks so.

When we were married only a year, I saw him with the flu bug for the first time. He had seen me sick a lot with being pregnant and a few surgeries, etc. But I had never seen him sick before. I went in the bathroom to check on him and he said in a deep monstrous voice, "GET OUT OF HERE!" and I did. And I didn't check on him again all day for fear that his head was going to spin around or some crazy thing like that.

So, anyway I am feeling much better and I'm glad that people noticed I wasn't at church. Thanks for caring, friends! And thanks family for indulging me and spending time with a sick Mom and wife that looked pretty scary and probably had horrible breath. That's why I love you guys!