Cabin fever

Well Becky has gone and come (see what I did there?) and I'll let ya'll in on a little secret:

listening?

It was weird.

People always say the weirdest or saddest part of being alone is sleeping alone at night, and I can totally respect their right to think erroneously. The worst part is the days. I mean, at night what do I do? Get in bed and fall unconscious for several hours until the morning (hopefully) when I actually, you know, am aware of the world around me. Those are the worst times.

The kicker is I got the flu.

The week she left, the flu was going around our tiny little community of three. Chloe started on Tuesday by throwing up, and Becky caught onto the secret Wednesday with the same party. I was afraid I'd catch it, but when Thursday, the day she left, came around and I was still fine I figured I dodged a bullet. I got the flu shot after all. My immune system works like a champion egyptian mud wrestler. I'm good right? Nevermind the fact that Chloe also got the flu shot. I was set. She leaves Thursday while I'm at work, I come home and play some video games, fall asleep. Everything is great.

I woke up Friday with the plan to head out to work on my day off because they were doing some quality checks on their lab equipment and were doing a thousand dollars of tests free for every employee. You go in fasting, you get the stuff. So I went in fasting. Get my blood drawn, have some food upstairs where I work (strawberry yogurt and orange juice with a doughnut for the win) and head home. Then promptly feel ill. I didn't throw up, but my organs were hating me. I laid in bed for two hours, finally got out and tried to not die. I tried to watch a few different movies, and the only one that held my attention was the new Tron (funnily enough, the time I'm sick is the time I finally watch it without falling asleep). I had no appetite, but was parched. I drank and drank so much water. I tried some pedialite from when Chloe was sick...that is not meant for adult consumption. It tastes like otter pops melted and stirred with sugar. Blech.

Anyway, By evening I was feeling...better? I missed my cousin's baby blessing the next day because I didn't want anyone sick. But I was able to deposit a check and play some games with my brother and my best friend. So it wasn't...too...terrible.

Back to the point? I was seriously starving for interaction those days. I missed her something fierce and even though I'm quiet and enjoy space a lot, when I'm without her I go crazy. So I know this is a roundabout way to say all this, but I love my wife.

I love her.