Miserable...

I can't remember the last time I felt so bad. I'd just love to be able to get some quality sleep. Nighttime is the worst. I slept pretty good yesterday in between Bobby's calls. He came by last night after work. He attempted to feed me, but with my stomach upset in addition to everything else, it just didn't work out. I know how attractive I must've been with a towel around my neck reeking of Vicks, and my flannel pajamas. That's a sexy outfit if I've ever seen one. He actually gave me a big hug, and apologized, thinking it was his fault I'm sick. It's really not. It was going to happen regardless, tis' the season for sickness. He stayed with me for quite awhile.

He was supposed to be meeting his partner and some of his other co-workers for drinks. I felt really bad for keeping him. I tried telling him I'd be ok, to go on, but he continued to stay with me. Finally, when I felt as if I might could actually sleep, he helped me into my bed. He kissed my cheek and asked me if I needed anything else. I told him just to go meet his friends and have a good time. I could tell he was torn, wanting to go, but not wanting to leave me here this way.

I'm not sure exactly what time he did leave, because within a few minutes of laying down, I was passed out. I slept for about four hours, which is the longest I've been able to sleep. Now, it's a little after six in the morning, and here I sit, hoping I'll feel well enough to sleep soon.

Ann, I know I've been tagged- I promise I'll think about the five things and post them as soon as I feel like a human, because right now, the only five things I can think of are: Vicks, Antibiotics, Orange Juice, Heating Pad, and Bed.