Been feeling icky since Wednesday night and it just keeps getting worse.
Before Amoeba left for church he told me to stay in bed. I can’t reach my computer from there, but don’t worry. I will get back in bed as soon as I hear the garage door open.
Amoeba also poked ibuprophen in me this morning and made me wash it down with ice water even though I have the chills. I was rolled up tight like a fat little sausage in its casing and Amoeba straightened the blankets and pulled my arms out of the covers. Meany.
His hands were wonderfully cool and I loved them on my face and neck. Isn’t that funny since I’m freezing?
I just want to be well.