Still Swooning

Gary is the best nurse I could possibly wish for. He lugged the TV into the bedroom so I could watch DVDs (I watched FIVE movies Friday while he was at work — what else could I do?), picked up scrips and vitamins, cleaned stuff, came with me to the doctor’s yesterday, made Mexican chicken soup according to my exacting (and delicious) instructions, and sponged me off with a cool washcloth when I was just too uncomfortable. I guess nursing comes under the rubric of “to husband”, if you think about it.

So much gratitude…