I want to write a THANK YOU to D for taking such good care of me while I’ve been sick.
First, I had bronchitis a little over a week ago. He went out and bought all the right groceries and chauffeured me around while I was on all sorts of cough medicine.
Then, yesterday, I got sick with some sort of stomach bug. I felt a little queasy before we left for dinner, but still went and ate anyway. Well, I sort of ate. Then I took some pepto stuff and felt a little better, so we went ahead and saw “New Moon.” (mmmm, yummy shirtless men.)
Well, after we left the theater, I started throwing up. Yuck. D took perfect care of me: helping me get into the house, into clean pajamas, fixing me sprite, and even sitting on the couch and watching “The Nanny” with me. Today he went to the grocery store to get me popsicles and that sort of thing. (Including a wild-goose chase for zwieback toast, which apparently the local store does not carry.)
So thank you D, for taking such good care of me. I really hope that you don’t get this bug too, but if you do, I promise I’ll take care of you too.
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