I've got one of the best boyfriend's ever and this story that happened last night explains why.
Last night I went over to my b/f's apartment after work, like we had planned, and even though I wasn't feeling all that great I still went. We had dinner, watched Grey's Anatomy, and then layed down on the couch. Even though I was feeling like crap I was trying to act as normal as possible.
(I hate having my b/f worry about me I mean I know it's in the decription, but still that's why I didn't tell him. Yall know what I mean?) While Grey's Anatomy was going on he started kissing my neck, which I love. After it was over I snuggled closer to him and let him carry on, but he could tell something was wrong because I wasn't relaxed at all. He asked me if I was alright and I looked a little pale to him. I said I that I was just stressed about school and stuff.
Then he started kissing my neck again, so I turned over and we started making out, but after a couple of minutes I started feeling worse and worse. My stomach was churning, and my head was killing me (not like a migraine, but like a headache you get when your sick). I then stopped, and ran as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut. Next thing I knew I felt someone lifting up my hair and whispering something in my ear. I was sick for about 30 minutes straight and I'd never felt so weak in my life. He took my temperature which was 101.7 and was going saying how I should've told him I wasn't feeling well. But all I cared about was making my stomach stop churning.
After about 30 more minutes of nothing but gagging, I felt myself being lifted up. He carried me out of the hall bathroom and into his bedroom and layed me on the bed, then covered me up with his comforter, then left the room for a minute. Then he came back with a bucket, a washcloth, and a glass of water. He put the bucket by my head and the glass on the nightstand. Then he sat down next to me and kissed my forehead and cheek, then he placed the washcloth on my forehead, made me drinka couple of sips of water, and then got up and opened one of the drawer and pulled out two tee shirts. He helped me change into it, so I didn't have to sleep in my work clothes. After he got me back settled in he kissed me again then told me to try and get some sleep. As I shut my eyes I could feel hear him changing his clothes, then felt the bed move as he layed down beside me. I snuggled the best I could up to him, I was so cold it wasn't even funny. He then wrapped one of his arms around my waist almost without even thinking, and played with my hair with the other one and even though I felt extremely nauseous I didn't say anything. I then drifted off to sleep but not for long, the nausea woke me up and I grabbed the bucket as fast as I could and started getting sick AGAIN! He grabbed my hair and started rubbing my back, this lasted for about 10 minutes then I layed back down totally exhaused. I then looked up at him and his face is one I'll never forget, he was so worried you could see it in his eyes and he kept on saying how sorry he was that I was sick and that he'd take it all way if he could. I told him I loved him then began to drift off again. I then woke up again around 1:30 or so and started getting sick again, but this time I had nothing left all I did was retch and OMG it was so painful. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Tom (my b/f) quickly woke up and clicked on the bedside lamp, then tried his best to comfort me by the time it was over my face was covered in tears, my cheeks were bright red, i voice was extremely scatchy, and I didn't have a single bit of strength left. Tom forced me to drink half of the bottle of water over a 10 minute period, making sure I didn't get that dehydrated, then I went back to sleep knowing and regretting that this was going to be a long night, not only for me but for him as well. The whole waking up and puking my guts out continued after that, I remember up about 5 or 6 times, but according to Tom said I actually got sick a couple of other times and managed to throw up without even waking up.
When I woke up the morning around it was around 10 and i started freaking out because I had already missed a class and was about to miss another one (we're both in college) and started to sit up and i've never felt so dizzy in my life all i could do is plop right back down. Then the door opened and Tom was standing there with a new washcloth and the same bucket in his hands. He smiled at me and I smile back softly. i felt extremely weak and my stomach was still in a frenzie (sp?). I asked him about class and he said he'd already called my professors and told them what was going on and he'd just gotten off the phone with our bosses explaining that neither one of us would be in today. I mouth thank you then began to dose off again
I still feel like sh*t now, I'm still throwing up, but my fevers gone down a little. Food and me are enemies I don't even wanna try eatting anything. I'm being forced to drink little sips of gaterade or water every hour or so. I can slowly feel myself gaining back more strength, but this whole experience would have to be the worst and the best ever! The worst cause I've NEVER felt so bad in my life and other obvious reasons, but the best because I had someone who I know loves me taking care of me the best he knew how.
**Do any of you have stories about your boyfriend or husband taking care of you when you were sick?**
