The DC Bug

Tuesday, June 22, 1999

It seems that Jev brought home some sort of bug from his trip to DC... not the Y2k bug, just the DC yucky-feeling bug. He started feeling bad the first day he was back, and he seemed to think that maybe he was allergic to the bug spray they used in the apartment on Thursday. Since I'm really sensitive to that sort of thing anyway, and it didn't affect me at all, I didn't think there would be enough concentration of it still floating around to bother him, but I could be wrong.

Anyway, he woke up around 1 or so last night, feeling really miserable, and he got up and took some decongestant, then crawled back into bed, which woke me up. I curled up with him and rubbed his back, hoping to help him relax and get back to sleep, but I could tell he really felt icky, and he kept saying that he couldn't think... I don't know if that was the night-time decongestant kicking in and making him drowsy, or another effect of whatever bug that bit him, but I think I ended up falling back asleep before he did.

He did get up when the alarm went off this morning, and he seemed to be feeling better. I just hope that he stays feeling decent, so he can make it through all the meeting stuff he has to go to today. After he got up and did his morning bathroom routine, he did lie back down for a while and I thought he might be starting to feel bad again, but in the end, he did head off to work, and I haven't heard from him yet, so I guess he's still in the meetings.

Last night, he stopped at the grocery store on the way home to pick up some milk, and he also bought me a bag of Dove dark chocolate miniatures.... I don't know if it was the peace offering I was hoping for, but it was much appreciated; Dove makes the smoothest and creamiest dark chocolate I've ever had, so he did a good job.

I guess I'm feeling better about our relationship now... I know I have times when I blow everything out of proportion too; I just wish we could figure out a way to avoid those events, or at least find a better method of damage control. Both of us are so sensitive about being teased and picked on, that sometimes it's hard to know where the line is between joking with and hurting each other. I wonder if there will ever be a time when we are so at ease with each other and with ourselves that either of us could say anything -- in jest -- and not have to worry about it being taken the wrong way. Maybe someday...

On another note, I just called my mom to see how she's doing. She's been busy tackling her various home improvement projects. Since I left, she's repainted my old bedroom and set up a new (used) bed in there; sanded down the older kitchen cupboards and repainted them, inside and out; and now I think she's sanding down the plain plywood-fronted cabinets back in the laundry room, and staining and varnishing them. Sheesh, I wish I could get as much accomplished.

As for me, I'm just spending a lazy day so far, reading and relaxing. I haven't eaten anything but a few (3) Oreo Double-Stufs, so I need to go remedy that situation. And I haven't thought about what we'll have for dinner tonight, either. I know Jev's tired and run down, and I should have thought to ask him if there was anything that he would like to have. For now, it's time to go find something for lunch. Type to you later....

~ Lis