11.02.2006

back from the brink...

i woke up this morning with a mountain on my chest, or so it felt when i tried to breathe. i stayed tucked into bed for a total of 26 hours before venturing out of bed long enough to get some water and cold medicine... every time i tossed and turned my entire body ached and my lungs felt like bricks. dublin stayed tucked closely against my back and lifted his head only long enough to make sure that my latest coughing fit wouldn't be the one where he had to muster super doggy skills and dial 911... i have to say, most days when i stay home sick, dublin spends the day playing, squeaking his loudest toys, scratching at his bowls for more food and/or water and generally making a bit of a nusiance of himself, but for the last 2 days he's been a great companion, keeping me warm and snuggling up like a living, breathing security blanket... it got me wondering whether i'd ever meet a person who loved me as much as my dog... who loved me enough to stay tucked in bed with me while i was feeling like i got hit by a mack truck and coughing up more than my fair share of what looked like pond scum...

i still feel sick... even a few steps wipes the breath right out of me, and my nose is still running, but i'm pretty sure i'm through the worst of it... whatever it was hit me like a ton of bricks... it would be nice if i woke up tomorrow feeling fresh and spry and like i'd never been sick at all...

1 comment:

Autumn said...

dogs rule. they love us unconditionally. no, no one will ever love us the same :o) think about it. they are watching our every move - every nose pick, every underwear dig & they still care because we fill their bowls and clean their poo.