Happy Tears
Sunday, October 11th I was getting ready to go into work. Billy had been laying in bed for two days unable to keep sips of water down. He was very nauseated and just wanted to sleep. He complained that he felt very warm even though his skin felt cool to the touch and clammy. Saturday, a headache had crept in and Tylenol or Motrin helped to keep it at bay. All he kept thinking was that he was dehydrated, and that's why his head was hurting. I was concerned about going into work because he didn't leave the bed much. However, he insisted that he didn't want to go to the hospital and that it would be fine for me to go to work. "I don’t want to go and sit in the ED for three hours. We need that sick day in case something happens with the kids in the next few weeks. Don't call off just because I don't feel good. I'll be fine." I had approximately one more sick occurrence left before I would be written up for missing too many days. Therefore, we were both hes...