Rudy seems a little better today, but he's not wanting me to use positive words to describe how he feels. :-P I can say he feels less horrible than yesterday. He's still super tired. His only active time today was a brief ride in his hotrod. When he came in, he crashed in his chair and he's still there sleeping.
Our nightmare began on this date exactly 6 months ago. We thought he had bronchitis or possibly even walking pneumonia. I still assumed I was married to a man who was strong as an ox. It seems like yesterday and then again, it seems a lifetime ago. Our lives have completely and irreversibly changed. I am thankful for the knowledge I have now, but I miss the magic of ordinary days. I will never again take days like that for granted.
On a different note, I'm so glad the sun is shining today. I'm sick to death of the rain and humidity. Yesterday when I left the house , my hair looked decent. Just like Cindy Crawford's hair, only completely different. :-D Well, at least it was smooth and relatively frizz-free. At some point late in the afternoon, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I swear, this was my new hairstyle -
I had plans to grow my hair long and then donate it to Locks of Love or some organization for wigs for cancer patients. Now, I'm picturing some poor soul wearing a wig with my hair in it and how they would feel if they were out somewhere and it frizzed completely out. Those patients deserve smooth, silky hair.
