Freaky Week
It's been a strange week so far. He has been struck down by a foul fluey bug, and scared the life out of me yesterday by ringing me at work, unable to breathe properly, telling me He'd spoken to NHS Direct and been referred straight to the GP asap and needed me to come home and take Him in case He collapsed on the way. Two hours and a double dose of antibiotics later, He was fast asleep in bed and I was crying on the sofa. Asthma-type attacks are scary to watch (and obviously scary to suffer from...).
Because He's been off work all week, I've also felt very alone. Used to walking to and from work with Him, doing it alone (25 mins each way) is surprisingly tedious, and seems to last three times as long. Halfway here this morning, I was very tempted to give up and go home again. I hadn't realised how much I value our random morning conversations, and our evening work-rants. More than that, getting up alone in the mornings and getting myself ready to my own schedule reminds me far too much of the six months that I lived on my own in the godforsaken Midlands in my brief period as a graduate trainee. Urgh.
Don't get me wrong, I love spending time alone, but there are inevitably parts of life that are more enjoyable with company. And suddenly losing that (albeit temporarily) is a nasty shock to the system.
Other than that, work is still boring, money is still tight (but only because it's January), I'm still eating super-healthily, and life is just ticking on. Hopefully He'll be feeling better by the weekend, and we'll be able to get 'back to normal'.
Because He's been off work all week, I've also felt very alone. Used to walking to and from work with Him, doing it alone (25 mins each way) is surprisingly tedious, and seems to last three times as long. Halfway here this morning, I was very tempted to give up and go home again. I hadn't realised how much I value our random morning conversations, and our evening work-rants. More than that, getting up alone in the mornings and getting myself ready to my own schedule reminds me far too much of the six months that I lived on my own in the godforsaken Midlands in my brief period as a graduate trainee. Urgh.
Don't get me wrong, I love spending time alone, but there are inevitably parts of life that are more enjoyable with company. And suddenly losing that (albeit temporarily) is a nasty shock to the system.
Other than that, work is still boring, money is still tight (but only because it's January), I'm still eating super-healthily, and life is just ticking on. Hopefully He'll be feeling better by the weekend, and we'll be able to get 'back to normal'.
posted by Mookmoo at 8:58 am
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