Last Friday, I came down with high fever, flu and bronchitic cough.
I had felt it coming a few days prior but I chose to ignore it and still pushed my body hard. It just that I didn't realize that I was that tired physically and mentally.
The illness hit me strongly and without mercy. I felt severely debilitated especially from the throbbing cough, inflamed airways,never ending phlegm and aches. Deep in my heart, I also knew that our attempt to have that little miracle would have failed without question. Each time I popped the antibiotics into my system, I felt a sense of loss coursing through me. No doubt the medicine was meant to heal, it concurrently kills as well.
WY remains caring and loving. He never fails to understand what causes my distress and can come up with something meaningful to allay them. He is a godsend and I must have done something right in my past life to have deserved such a wonderful husband.
WY is the most important person in my life and I shudder to even think of a day without him in my life.
Certain things are simply not meant to be. Really have to put things in perspective and start moving on. Yes.... so I shall...
