In Sickness And In Health

I'm sick.

This is the first time I've been under the weather since the divorce.
It is so rare that I get a cold.  When I do, it's almost always stress induced and goes away in a day.
This bug is not going away.

It sucks.

There is nobody to rub my tummy, apply cool cloths to my head and baby me.

I so desperately need to be babied.  Doesn't everyone deserve that when they are sick?

I have placed a bowl of cold water on my bed to dunk my cloth in when it gets warm from the fever.
I have set an alarm to go off every four hours to remind me to take tylenol to keep the fever down.
I have bottled waters lined up on my nightstand to make sure I am keeping hydrated.

I am taking care of me.
But I wish someone else was.

He'd caress my hair while I was snuggled up to him and murmur pobrecito in my ear.
He use to make me miso soup from scratch and tell me I wasn't dying.
He'd say in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice..."It is not a tumor"

I feel like I am dying.