Wow, last week was ROUGH. When I wrote on Monday about being sick, I had no idea what I was in for. I was down for seven days with a fever of 102 I couldn’t keep under control and exhaustion.
Every night, I woke up every hour or two either chilled to the bone or drenched in sweat. I would add and remove blankets as required and the cycle just repeated for days. It was so gross but also the process of my body fighting an infection.
It took me four days of being miserable on my side of the bed all night before it dawned on me. THERE IS A WHOLE OTHER SIDE TO THIS KING BED. How did it take me four nights to realize I could dry off my sick self and hit the other side of the mattress. Cool, un-drenched sheets awaited me, and it took days to even think about the possibility of crossing that imaginary line to his side of the bed.
He never even slept in this particular bed or on this mattress. That spot is mostly reserved for kids who are sick or have a nightmare. But it’s a side of the bed, I have never slept on. Ever.
Until one night at 3am, I was sick and tired and needed the respite of cool clean sheets. It took me almost 5 years to cross that line.
