The good in the bad

Luckily this is a written blog, not one of those video blogs you find on YouTube.  And thank goodness for laptops and iPads or else the last two days would have been more awful than what it's been so far.  Thanks to the chocolates and other stuff I've been wolfing down, I am now without a voice. 

I woke up on Saturday morning sounding like I have swallowed a boulder and my joints were aching.  I might have caught a bug.  It feels much better not to talk and to stay in bed or the wonderfully comfy couch. Today, I got no better.  With barely three hours of sleep, that's no surprise.  My throat ached every time I swallow and I could only whisper.

Well, I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say that I haven't been having such a great weekend.  But having said that, I have been feeling nice and warm inside.  The minute Pete saw that I was unwell, he has been taking great care of me.  He brought me warm honey water, food, iPad and whatever else I needed or wanted.  Granted, the soup he brought me was of the instant kind, but it's the husband-ly thought that counts.  Also, with this throat, I can't really taste much.

It's wonderful that in life, there's good to be found in the bad.  I am not exactly feeling well and dandy these couple of days but knowing that I have a very loving and caring husband by my side makes me feel so lucky.