I’ve been suffering big time, people. As those of you who listen to me on the Pat&JT Show know, my husband of 15 glorious years came down with a nasty bug.
A few sniffles turned into a round of sneezes, which turned into coughing, then inconsolable moans and groans, and finally a fever spike.
Before I knew it, Ryan morphed into Roz from Monster’s Inc.
To his credit, Ryan’s pretty much weathering out this storm on his own…asking for nothing, grateful for everything.
shouted spoken very little compared to normal, but the words he did utter spoke volumes.
Less than 24 hours after falling victim to this debilitating illness, he looked me square in the eyes and broke the news:
“I don’t think we’ll be able to make out tonight.”
Now, I don’t know how many of you can relate to the gravity of this particular predicament. Having known this man for half my life, I wasn’t sure if I could go a day without making out with him…in all his phlegm-filled glory.
It was hard for me to hide my disappointment.
“You mean to tell me I’ll have to just curl up in my pajamas under my warm blankets and prepare for uninterrupted sleep with ZERO chance you’ll attempt to grope a feel? Oh man, I’m not sure how I am going to deal with that.” I responded.
In between nasal clearings, he level set all expectations.
“It’s just not going to happen,” he said sadly.
I’ve been dealing with this new reality ever since. Keep me in your thoughts.
Written by Heidi Woodard