TLC

I caught it.  That nasty spring time bug that has been fucking with everyone around me for the past month.  I thought I was immune to it.  I assumed I was.

One should never assume.

Which brings me to Tuesday morning.

Round One

Terick can you drive me to work?

I  need to study for my final

You don’t have to work today.  Your test is Saturday and  you can study after you dropped me off.  I am going to be late and you said last night that you would drive me.

I really need to study

You suck

…

Like a hoover

…

Nobody does it like-

Fine I’ll drive you

I don’t need your help I’ll drive myself!!

Later as Terick drives me to work I remember that I have a lady doctor’s appointment .

Round Two

Umm… thanks for driving me.

(glare)

Well ummm I have another favor to ask you.

(grunt)

I have a doctor’s appointment and I need a ride to that too.

IRENE!!! I really need to study.

And I really need your help I feel like hell frosted over.  You have the rest of the week to study.

I really feel like you are not respecting the fact that I have an important test

And I really feel like you’re not respecting the fact that I’m sick my ovaries might have died a horrible horrible death.

What time is your appointment.

Noon

Noon… so you want me to come get you, drive you to the appointment, drive you back to work and then come get you again at five.

Ummm… yes please.

(GLARE)

My doctor admitted that she had no idea what was wrong with me and that she had to run more tests.  Lots of tests and that I should come back at 5:30 to have an ultrasound.  Terick is a sport about this one.  He was in the room and got to hear what the doctor was telling me.  He flinched a little.  It was all love and cherry pie until we were leaving the hospital at 6:15

Round Three

Can you drive me to WholeFoods?

Irene I really need to study

Goddamn I’m running a fever and I just had my right ovary prodded and  poked and pushed into my kidney.  I’m  oozing  astro glide out of my poor vagina and I have the headache from Hades…

By time I finish this little rant was are pulling into the whole foods parking lot 6 miles away.  I immediately start in on this woman crossing the parking lot slow as freak because she is trying to balance her grocery bags while giving her little bitch a kiss.  Like seriously she was smooching her dog.  I was head long into laws about bestiality when Terick finally stopped me… which  is good because I didn’t truly have the lung capacity to continue due so the massive amounts of phlegm free flowing down my throat.

Irene please your being…

Being what?!

…

What damn’t what?! Bitchy?!

Yeah kinda

That fuck odd cause I feel like a whiny pussy… hopefully with your particular brand of TLC I will be back to being a full blown bitch in no time.

One can only hope.

Hah! Which is all I can manage because of the coughing fit that sets up shop  in my chest.

 

He makes me stay in the car to think about my recent behavior.  And while I am on this little time out  I realize that I have been somewhat unfair and angry, and over emotional.  I could blame it on lack of sleep, lack of food, lack of usable oxygen but it doesn’t matter.  I ultimately have control of myself and my actions.  So when he came back to the car I apologized for being crazier than normal.  And he apologized for being insensitive.  And I told him that I was so proud of him for what he is doing in school and I respect his need for extra time this week.  And he told me that he was proud of me for balancing work and school and massage without breaking down… present day excluded.

 He took me home, tucked me in, fed me soup, took my temperature.  He pressed his palm to my forehead, neck and heart with a look of compassion.  He smiled.  I would groan and flip him off.  How dare he be happy when I am so miserable.  He’d laugh out loud and kiss my forehead.

He peeled oranges and fed me slices, picked up tissues that had missed the trash can, brewed vast amounts of tea.  The wrong kind but the amount of honey was down to perfection.  He let me have all five pillows on the bed.  And he honest to goddess swaddled me in three blankets when I refused to rest.

He gently moved my wrist from under my head.  "Don’t sleep like that.  You’re a massage therapist, you’ll need those."  I’d groan, make myself comfortable and just before I nodded off I would feel him take my wrist from under my head and place a pillow there instead.

He put up with a wild game of drunken Nyquil charades… since I was under orders from the advice nurse not to talk.  And he didn’t chastise me for making that horrible noise in the back of my throat.  The one my aunt told me that I had better not make a habit of because no man in his right mind would ever want to marry me if I did.

I made a habit of it

I guess Terick is not in his right mind

But that’s okay cause I’m not either.

He drove me to another Dr’s appointment… we were late and had to reschedule.  He apologized.  I told him not to worry

It was nice to be outside for a bit even if I did have to listen to 45 minutes of Rush Limbah (Terick likes to know that the enemy if up to) Rush by his sheer jaskassery and shit shine personality has added himself to the list of people I’d like the spank with a strap on.  And as we drove home on 101 south with the clear Californian blue sky above us and that smog that makes the sunsets so pretty before us I mused about what type of whip I would use on Limbah and what boots would best match it.

I realized then that with Terick’s particular brand of TLC I would indeed be back to being a full blown bitch in no time flat.

This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and loved and horny

For the first time in three days I smile

 He smiles back