Wednesday was supposed to be a normal day. Being the first day of spring break after the family had all returned home from a whirlwind reunion, I was glad to finally be at home with just me and my husband. Although I had slept wonderfully the night before, fatigue filled my body around lunch time, so I resorted to my bed for a nap instead of taking a walk outside with Marshall. Two and a half hours later I was awakened by a soft voice and gentle hand on my shoulder. He didn't think I wanted to stay asleep for much longer so that I would be able to sleep that night; I thought he was right.
Planning on going on our walk after a snack, I went into the kitchen to whip together a smoothie to quench my thirst and appetite. I hadn't even pulled all the ingredients out when I sat down on the floor, feeling quite nauseous and weak. "Oh it's just because I am hungry," I thought to myself. Soon enough I was laying on the carpet, too weak to do anything. Marshall finished making me a smoothie and I tried eating it, only getting 3/4 of the way through it.
Long story short, I was sick the rest of the day. Never have I been this sick in our 3.5 years of marriage, so it was pretty humbling as my dear husband pulled my hair back as I was being sick in the bowl. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't take it. He even went to the store and bought be crackers and seltzer water to try and calm my body while feeding me some calories which I so badly craved.
We watched a movie and then some TV and at 9:50 PM, he picked me up off the floor and carried me to bed. Throughout the night I moaned and was restless, but he didn't complain once, nor did he move to the couch. For this I was grateful. He just reached over to me and caressed my arm or back and whispered to me that I was going to be just fine.
The next day I finished off my crackers and seltzer and was able to hold everything down, though I still felt crummy. Later in the afternoon I asked him if he could make me some broth rice, for I was hungry but needed something simple. It was the best rice I've had and was even infused with rosemary.
I think this whole experience has taught me to accept other people's help. Sometimes I get all independent and have a difficult time allowing others to assist me. This time I had no choice, for I was so weak in energy. I couldn't make him dinner or breakfast like I normally do. Instead I allowed him to pamper me and help me feel better.
While being sick is just so lame, I am grateful for this experience because it has humbled me quite a bit. I am so grateful for Marshall and for his love and compassion towards me, even at my weakest moment. Hopefully I can do the same to others when I am well again.
Planning on going on our walk after a snack, I went into the kitchen to whip together a smoothie to quench my thirst and appetite. I hadn't even pulled all the ingredients out when I sat down on the floor, feeling quite nauseous and weak. "Oh it's just because I am hungry," I thought to myself. Soon enough I was laying on the carpet, too weak to do anything. Marshall finished making me a smoothie and I tried eating it, only getting 3/4 of the way through it.
Long story short, I was sick the rest of the day. Never have I been this sick in our 3.5 years of marriage, so it was pretty humbling as my dear husband pulled my hair back as I was being sick in the bowl. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't take it. He even went to the store and bought be crackers and seltzer water to try and calm my body while feeding me some calories which I so badly craved.
We watched a movie and then some TV and at 9:50 PM, he picked me up off the floor and carried me to bed. Throughout the night I moaned and was restless, but he didn't complain once, nor did he move to the couch. For this I was grateful. He just reached over to me and caressed my arm or back and whispered to me that I was going to be just fine.
The next day I finished off my crackers and seltzer and was able to hold everything down, though I still felt crummy. Later in the afternoon I asked him if he could make me some broth rice, for I was hungry but needed something simple. It was the best rice I've had and was even infused with rosemary.
I think this whole experience has taught me to accept other people's help. Sometimes I get all independent and have a difficult time allowing others to assist me. This time I had no choice, for I was so weak in energy. I couldn't make him dinner or breakfast like I normally do. Instead I allowed him to pamper me and help me feel better.
While being sick is just so lame, I am grateful for this experience because it has humbled me quite a bit. I am so grateful for Marshall and for his love and compassion towards me, even at my weakest moment. Hopefully I can do the same to others when I am well again.
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