Inner Dialogue

I am almost never sick. At least not in the confined-to-bed, crawl-to-the-bathroom, feel-like-I'm-gonna-die sort of way. Apparently my body decided to break the streak last night and implode. The last time I was that sick was Christmas Eve 2006. Kym had to wrap all of the presents because I couldn't move off the recliner except to crawl to the bathroom. Last night sucked... and today hasn't been too dandy either. I took ambien before I went to bed last night so my body was drugged up just enough to make me about incoherent when the assault started. By the morning I was so weak I couldn't even move. Steve made a wonderful nurse, even though he was dealing with whatever it was also. I'm really not used to being taken care of like that. I suppose it was good practice for the latter part of "for better or worse".