a special note.

Today someone I love more than books had to have surgery.
He's doing well, don't fret. But I felt like a basketcase all morning. I was stressed out about not getting his pain medication to him before he dozed off; in my head I could hear a voice saying, "bad woman-what's taking you so long-can't you drive faster?"

And it made me realize how many times he's been in this mode for me.
How many times he's taken me to the hospital, or nursed me back to my normal state.

And damn, it takes some skill. Because after driving him home & a trip to the store, I was wiped out. I fell asleep on the bed curled up next to him, a la Bo.
I woke up and I wanted to jump on him and hug him real hard. But I didn't want to disturb him. Instead I found a blueberry muffin to keep me company.

So thank you my dear mate for all the times you've carted me to & fro, all the times you've cooked me soup only to hear me whimper.
Get well soon. (I'll be here to tell you what to do. Heh.)

posted by Danna Saunders @ 12/08/2004 06:12:00 PM