The First Day of Spring 2010
Age 23, North Vancouver (at Brad's and my first home together)
I've been sick with what Shonna says is a bad flu for 11 days now. The first week got to be really boring. We were house-sitting the dogs at mom's, which was nice when they weren't [doing all manner of dirty gross things] on the floor. We had many friends over for a good game of Cranium Saturday night. It was so pleasureful to serve and laugh and Brad guessed a lot of my things I had to act out or draw, so we were a great team.
Thought I was getting better but this morning I felt awful - hot, stuffed up, exhausted, coughing, so tired. It starts to make you worry. What if it's something else? Am I ready to die? What would I write in a letter to Brad's next wife to make sure she'll take care of him and realize how sensitive he is?
We've been taking care of each other. I make him sandwiches for school [carpentry, year 1, at BCIT] and he makes me NeoCitrin in the evenings. He's doing real well in school, studying all the time, telling me his test scores and what he made. We're waiting on a final decision about whether I'll finish up in school or not [my linguistics degree at TWU]. I really want to. More and more things keep encouraging me in that direction to the point of where I'm just dreaming of it now.
Love [a sign-off/goodbye thing that my mom, dad, and sister say to each other].
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