Friday, May 1, 2009

In which my face explodes

"I want the soup," I declared and put my homemade ice pack back over my swollen right eye.

"What number?"

"The one with tofu."

"And my blind girlfriend will have..."

I removed the ice pack and looked to see if he was actually ordering or not. He was not.

"I don't know why this is happening."

The dr. and I spent most of the day in bed body tired and sick. We're both on antibiotics already. I had woken up Thursday morning with a rash on my right forearm and my right eye swollen.

"I'm going to tell people I fell onto your fist," I said as we laid in bed earlier that morning.

There was no explanation for the random rash and the eye failure. Accompanied by a frontal lobe headache, I drank glass after glass of water. I don't know how we made it down to The Corner for food sometime around 3PM, but I'm glad we did since I had the best Grilled Cheese and Tomato experience. It was a slow walk back to the house where I collapsed face first into the carpeted foyer.

welcome to breakfast at 3PM

We sat on the couch for a long while and I mused about what we would do if we happened to be allergic to one another. I declared that I felt responsible for our perpetual illness to which he responded by pulling me close and telling me to "sssshhh".

After Cambodian food for dinner, we settled into the couch again and I made myself a new icepack. It didn't seem to matter that the right half of my body was on strike from the rest of me. If I was allergic to the dr. I'd learn to live with it.

I woke up this morning to the sound of the rain and his faint snoring. I buried my face into his back and wrapped my arm around his middle and took several deep breaths, wanting to remember this smell and the feel of his smooth skin against my cheek. I want to carry it with me in my pocket because memories are good things to have with you when you're traipsing around a wet city looking for a mime for a scavenger hunt.


Blogger is a Stinking Heap of Pig Dung said...

I don't think it is swine flu.

Seriously, are you dating a Dr? Because, me too.

me said...

i just call him the dr. he's a computer dr. not really a people dr.

i also call him monkey.

i don't think it's, as the dr. calls it, Hamthrax, but whatever it is, it's evil.

Alicia said...

I'm hoping for a "I finally feel better!" blog in your near future. You poor thing.