Being Sick and How To Tell If You Have the Best Boyfriend. And Other Things.

I haven't been sick in at least 10 months. Not really. That's the thing with me! I don't get sick often, but the downside is that when I do get sick, I get it bad. None of those "I-have-a-little-cold-but-I-can-still-function-normally" things. Yes I DO have a cold but, it's the not-so-great kind that keeps you lethargic and panting, for lack of a nose to breathe through.

Of course life doesn't stop anymore when one is sick. I still had to go into work yesterday; my boss had no pity...... (But why should he? C'est la vie!). However I was a little skeptical about me being around food. I washed my hands so many times, they are now dried out and dying for lotion. Luckily it was a short shift, only three hours, and my boss said he would cut me early if we were slow. After an hour and a half of my shift, and having only seen a handful of customers, it was clear that I wasn't need as direly as my boss made it seem. I tentatively asked him if he would let me go, but he wanted to keep me to finish up the menial tasks that were left to do. After a couple more jobs, he reluctantly let me go, an hour early. By this time, I was ready to lie down on the floor. My whole body ached, and I was feeling dizzy and nauseous; basically the peak of my cold. I had a fever, probably from the effort of work and trying to smile and help people without them knowing that I was miserable on the inside.

When I did get off my shift thought, I looked at my phone to discover that Alex called me. And left a message! I figured it had to be important, so I called back without listening to the message. Once I reached his voice mail, I started to wonder if he had pocket-dialed me, as he frequently does. Listing to the message he left me confirmed that. However this wild phone-goose chase was good in the end, as he called me to see what I had called him about, and we got to talk for a few minutes. :)

The rest of the day was spent relaxing, and trying to stave off the boredom. Texting my boyfriend was my chosen method of boredom relief, while lying on the couch, but he wasn't very talkative. This, honestly, slightly annoyed me. Here I am sick, and he can't at least TRY to talk to me, knowing I'm bored and miserable. So I ended up drifting between sleep and being awake for a while until I heard a knock on the door. There he is, with a paper bag, and a chess set, here to alleviate my boredom, and make me feel better with a hug. My first reaction,

"Alex! Ah! You! Oh no! You're not supposed to see me like this!!!" *hides behind door frame* (hair disheveled, make-up barely there, sweat pants with dog hair on them, a hoodie, and an old t-shirt. Wonderful, I'm a slob)

After I accepted that he had already seen me, I let him inside, where he gave me a big hug, and then preceded to hand me the paper bag. In the paper bag were the following items:

A cup 'o noodles

Haha he knows me well. Basically my favorite food.

Cough-drops

Blueberry flavored! My favorite! Aaaah. Glorious.

Two small tissue packs

Saved my life at school today. Thank you Alex.

A Starwars toy from McDonald's

It's a long story, but I love it!

A pint of chocolate ice cream

No words for this one. He is amazing.

Then we finished watching "The Chamber of Secrets". Being sick has never been that much fun! It was so wonderful to be surprised like that. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. He hugged me, even though I'm sick. Also, winning comment of the night:

I was insisting that he forget he ever saw me like this, when he said

"When I said you were beautiful, I was talking about you. Not your makeup."

Best boyfriend I could ask for? I think so. *sigh*