It all started the first Monday night in December, the very same day that the Pirate Husband came home. He took me to dinner at our hometown favorite diner and I felt it coming on before we'd finished our meal. This progressed until I spent the last two weeks of December in bed trying to get well.
I would have loved to have had the pleasure of spending the month with my husband and I lost that. He left for Mobile, Alabama where Sixteen Tons was waiting for him on December 31st. He planned that I would spend the first week of 2014 with him on his boat.
Today I began the second round of antibiotics - and I don't even take antibiotics. But something's gotta kill this super bug. The Pirate Husband took the flu shot; I don't take the flu shot. He's perfectly fine. I'm fighting some strain that the first round of antibiotics failed to kill with its half-hearted fight.
Tonight I could use a hand to hold or to pass a tissue, a strong voice to assure me that I'm going to be alright.
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| Hold me tight. |
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