Steve has mostly recovered from his flu last week. He lost 10 pounds which he could not afford to lose. The steroid for the brain swelling still has him all shook up and irritable. The littlest thing has him totally flustered. He will be done with the radiation today, but I'm not sure how much longer he will have to take steroids. He averages 3 hours sleep a night. Gosh, that alone would be enough to do me in.
Maybe spring will come early this year and he can get back to fishing. I don't want spring to come too early though because he's been cleaning. When Steve cleans, or does anything, it becomes an obsessive project. When I asked him to paint the bedroom he had to smooth out the textured walls and redo the hardwood floors. Instead of being a two day affair it was 2 months. Steve doesn't Windex the shower stall doors, he takes them out to the deck and uses a buffer to polish them.
I recovered from the flu much quicker. It was mostly a low grade temp and horrible headache.
I've made a decision to check into counseling. It can't hurt, right? And who better to confide in than someone who has no previous knowledge of either of us? And I like to talk almost as much as I like to write.