He was being so sweet

My fever was still very high when I posted this morning. I think I have a stomach bug and it’s brutal as hell. I threw up so hard last night that I bruised a rib.

My so was there the entire time, and I know that you’re supposed to be treated like this but it felt really good and was really sweet so just let me tell the world how good he is.

I couldn’t get up after throwing up, I felt like I was going to pass out after I finally finished the vomiting fit I was having. I was laying face down with my head hanging off the bed and throwing up into a bowl and he was holding my hair, then he rolled me over and started wiping my face and wiped throw up out of my hair. He kept telling me to roll over and I couldn’t so he just rolled me over himself.

Then he got a cool rag and was just massaging my face with it.

I sat up crying and he took my shirt off and put a bigger cold rag on my back and turned the fan on me. Then I laid down, woke up a few more times to puke. I was so violently sick that I started getting scared and talking about an ambulance, it was just so much pain from dry heaving I felt like I was breaking my ribs. He was telling me “you’re okay, I’m making sure you’re okay.”

And then I woke up today with him kissing my head and said he was going to work. He stayed up all night long and took care of me like I was a child and then still got up and went to work.

That shit is sweet okay y’all like regardless if it was what he was supposed to do, I feel loved. Because I’m sure that was gross to watch but he didn’t care. He stayed up all night making sure I didn’t freaking die from high fever and trying to get water down me and cleaned me up.

And side note: I was like dying but I also cracked some jokes like “so if it was coming out of both ends, would you still love me like this? Hahaha *barfs*

And we were both laughing and I was barfing lmfao