Sick Hubby

The picture is horrible, but can you see my sweet hubby all bundled in bed? He has been in there for most of the day cycling through the stages of feeling kind of okay, steadily developing racking chills, shivering and layering himself in fleece and down, finally warming up and falling asleep, and then waking up covered in sweat as his fever breaks. My poor, sick hubby--he is totally miserable (and I need to keep telling myself this because it is so easy to get frustrated that he has been home all day and yet not able to do a single thing...he tried, good man that he is--but it was no use. He is just too sick).

When my husband wears a hoodie, flannel PJs and warm socks to sleep in, something is really wrong--this from a man who usually wears his underwear around our house, whether it's December or July. Lately he has been gracing us with pajama bottoms though--he's cute in those.

He is currently doped up on NyQuil and just emerged from the bed and came to tell me he needed something. I asked him what and he said "socks." He is already wearing socks--a fact I pointed out to him. So he wandered down the hall, came back with a warm blanket, sat down on the couch, smiled at me and fell right back to sleep. I am soooo tempted to try and mess with him and get him to say funny things. He can be so fun on these kinds of medicines! I will try to be nice :)