My wife never gets sick. She has an iron will and boundless energy, I often remark that Rach has another gear that most normal folks just don't have. Well, yesterday she got sick. I was staying home already since I was a little under the weather, which happens on a bi-monthly basis. Around 10AM she casually mentioned ot me that she was tired and proceeded to sleep the rest of the day and all night long. I started getting a little antsy around 10PM when she came down to get some tea, drank two sips, and went back to bed. This morning I was certain it was strep. Her voice was scratchy and wavering and she still had no energy. I had a meeting to get to this AM and took the kids to daycare so she could get some rest. As I was writing this I reminded myself to call and check up on her, but got no answer at home and her cell. I busied myself for a few more minutes and tried a few more times for the next 30 minutes or so. I must admit that I got a little panicked.
She finally called me back from her car just a mminute ago and let me know she was on the way to immediate care, and I let myself breathe again. I know its nothing, but it kind of pisses me off that I have to get reminded of how important she is to me, just being there for me.
That has nothing to do with the title of the post, and I'm struggling to find a reason for it. I think Ive come up with the fact that I feel like such a palooka sometimes, taking more than I give. I really got to work on that.
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