I caught a bug of some sort last week; I missed church last Sunday because my stomach was hurting, and as soon as I got over that I got sick again and missed church once more.  The second time was much worse: it involved upset stomach, chills, fever, aching, and throwing up.  Whenever I get sick, I become emotional, and I don’t mean moody; I just cry easily whenever I am sick.

Crying while under the weather is not something I am proud of, but it is a fact.  To be honest, it makes me feel better to cry when I am sick as a dog; it is like wallowing in my own self-pity.  With the hot tears streaming down your face, and the chills making your body shake, and the fever making your whole body ache, it really makes for a nice combination of self-loathing.

I have also noticed that I am in the best mood once I am better because I do not feel horrible anymore; it feels good to feel good!  I am still not at 100%, but I am getting there.  It is really unfortunate when you feel the sickness coming on also: you start to feel warm, the thought of food makes you want to vomit, and you know it is coming and you can not stop it.  I was in a Wal-Mart of all places when I felt my sickness coming on unwanted.

We were planning to get food after we left Wal-Mart, and I told Crystal I did not want anything because I was beginning to feel nauseated, yet she insisted I get something to eat; so I did.  Well, I got a salad, and it turns out that is not the best thing to get when you are coming down with illness; I got to see that salad in reverse later the next morning, and it always seems like more going out than what you actually put in… hhuuuggghhhh!!!

Yes, Crystal was sick first, but I do not blame her; I mean, if this is the price I have to pay for being married to the woman I love so be it.  It is a little funny for Crystal and me because after we start feeling better we try to justify to one another who was worse off than the other like it is some sort of competition.

I will say Crystal had it pretty bad as she threw up in public; she fell down outside of a gas station doorway and this guy walked by her and did not offer to help or anything; good thing she was not dying.  By the way, I was watching her through the door to make sure she was okay.  I love you, Crystal!

I suppose I should go ahead and apologize for this topic, but I had to tell you all about it.

I am sorry.

Take care and God bless!

Chris