Last Sunday afternoon, husband came down with a fever. He went promptly to bed missing my amazing Sunday supper and visiting with the kids.
Monday he wasn’t any better.
This is Thursday. He felt a tad better today but went to the doctor who deemed it necessary to draw blood and run a blood scan.
This evening his temperature is up to 101.7. This is a man that can't stand to be in one place at any particular time. He has to move. He has to be up and running things.
I thought it was just a virus, perhaps a nasty one.
Now I’m getting scared.
Forgive me for not writing poetry or stories.
Life sometimes gets in the way.