I promised a post this week reguarding relationships, but then I got busy and sick. However, I promise, it's going to come. I just have to sit down and get these emotions in writting. He is off Monday nights, so it will probably be Tuesday at the earliest before I can get the emotions out.
I got sick on Friday night, drove home by myself Saturday morning, and the mister has barely done shit for me the whole time. He did manage to go to W@lgreens for Sprite after much moaning and groaning, but that's it. He says he doesn't want to get near me so he doesn't get sick. WTF? I am puking my brains out, I can barely stay awake for more than 10-15 minutes at a time, Im sleeping anywhere from 1-6 hours straight and you can't even manage to ask me what the fuck I might need to feel better??? Ugh! I even asked him to go to the local deli to get me some soup this afternoon since all I have had was sprite and crackers for 48 hours and he says "I can't! If I move the car the radio wires will get mixed up and I'm trying to put the new radio in!". Yeah, pick up your jaw if you can. I was shocked. I told him I hoped his sorry ass didn't get sick and went back to bed. Two hours later I woke up to him asking where my money was and what kind of soup I wanted. Blah, blah, BLAH!
I am still feeling weak, but I think I might manage to go to work tomorrow although I should probably take off work to rest up one more day. But the mister is off work tomorrow and I really don't want to be around him all day. As long as I can manage to keep the soup down (so far, so good) and get a decent nights sleep (Since 10:30 Friday night I have only been up maybe a total of 4 hours.) which shouldn't be too hard, I will get up at 5 am for another crazy ass work week. What a waste of a weekend. Damn it.