In sickness and in health...

Ahhhh... the joys of being married. I have discovered that it is very easy to get the flu from your husband. I have also discovered that men can be very... dramatic when they aren't feeling well.

I came home from work, having no idea he was sick, and find, upon returning, the bed empty. He's not downstairs, so this is a bit strange, as I can't find him. The last place I look is in the bathroom, and he's lying on the floor, his face pale, and his mouth slightly open. I say his name, but of course he doesn't reply, so I panic and run over to him, and he wakes up and acts like sleeping on the bathroom floor is the most normal thing in the world when I ask what's wrong. Oh... and he's been sick all night long. So instead of getting up every 30 minutes or so, battling Vomitus Eruptus, it seemed natural to just stay in the bathroom.

Well... I suppose it is -- when you can't keep the contents of your stomach from staying IN your stomach.

He's finally better -- I think, and we both survived.

By the way, apparently, I misused the word, "poncey". Apparently, that isn't a word that I should describe Nick's accent with, as poncey is the British equivalant to the word "gay". I thought it meant "snooty". *sigh* Oh well...

Ciao for now!