14.2.09
He says that he only has a flu. Nothing more. I feel surprised, surprised that I'm surprised, that he went to a doctor. I will visit him. I will deliver his favorite banana ice cream. He will, in return, give me a present which I know nothing about. No kisses. No hugs. No touches. And he promises that we will celebrate in a big, bad way another day. And I just want him to feel better.
13.2.09
Fighting For Valentine'sDay
There's a lump in my throat, barely noticeable from my usual muted tone. This weekend will send me into spirals. Weeks ago, I smiled at the thought of Valentine's Day. Not special because of what it is, but what I was and then wasn't when last year's past. The first time we had sex. The first time I had sex. And, we're still together. I think, yes, happier than ever after a rough period.
It first came to my attention when I realized I hadn't asked off for work that night. I had just started getting scheduled for Saturday nights and didn't expect to have to. Fine. We'll have the day. We'll have the night. More than usual if it was a weekday.
Then, the almighty sign that I am a woman, the ability to have the children that I don't want now, pops up. Fine. We'll have the day. We'll have the night. We'll have sex later. At least we'll be with each other.
Yesterday he called me, sick, asking that I find another ride from work. Successful, I called him back. 102.5 fever, he informed me. Flu.
Today he says his fever is even higher, though I am unsure how much. This is not fine. I worry. I make him promise to call me if he goes to the hospital. I had pneumonia a few years ago which can occur from the flu. I was in the hospital for a week. Bedridden at home for another. I worry.
I brought home banana ice cream for him from work. His favorite. I will deliver it tomorrow with a note. Though I may not be able to see him, it's all I can do to... it's all I can do.
Valentine's Day is the day to hope that love can cure all wounds.
It first came to my attention when I realized I hadn't asked off for work that night. I had just started getting scheduled for Saturday nights and didn't expect to have to. Fine. We'll have the day. We'll have the night. More than usual if it was a weekday.
Then, the almighty sign that I am a woman, the ability to have the children that I don't want now, pops up. Fine. We'll have the day. We'll have the night. We'll have sex later. At least we'll be with each other.
Yesterday he called me, sick, asking that I find another ride from work. Successful, I called him back. 102.5 fever, he informed me. Flu.
Today he says his fever is even higher, though I am unsure how much. This is not fine. I worry. I make him promise to call me if he goes to the hospital. I had pneumonia a few years ago which can occur from the flu. I was in the hospital for a week. Bedridden at home for another. I worry.
I brought home banana ice cream for him from work. His favorite. I will deliver it tomorrow with a note. Though I may not be able to see him, it's all I can do to... it's all I can do.
Valentine's Day is the day to hope that love can cure all wounds.
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