Thursday night in self pity and pain Hubby said "I'm so jealous that you haven't been sick once." Of course this isn't true, I've been sick. At that moment I couldn't feel my fingers... But whatever he needed to vent.
Before bed my eyes started burning. I'd have my contacts in all day and figured they were the culprit but when I took them out the sensation didn't go away. My left eye was really red and starting to itch.
We got some eye drops, put them in and we went to bed. I slept fine. In the morning I couldn't open my eye. It was crusty and humongous. So off to the doctors we went. Pink eye, well the fancy word for it, seemed to be my ailment. "Take these very large pills, use these eyedrops and apply this cream. Go see an eye doctor if it doesn't get better in a few days." I could do that.
Hubby went off to work. He called me every hour to see how I was doing. At one point I told him I was hungry. Before I knew it there was a knock on the door. It was his parents with food and cookies :) Today he insisted I rest and forbid me from working. He is being extra sweet to me, and I don't know why.
It's either A.) because he loves me or B.) because he feels gulity for wishing me sick. What do you think?