Yesterday, you did one of the sweetest things I've ever known. You had to work late, so you ordered one of my favorites, hamachi don, intending to save it thinking that we'd be able to meet soon thereafter and share for dinner. But you were waylaid by absurdities at work, and by the time you were able to meet me, it was more than 3 hours later. You even went so far as to look up to see how long sushi can keep with out being refrigerated before it gets risky to eat. You were hungry to be sure, but more importantly, you wanted to share with me and take care of me.
After reading online that sushi is not safe to eat after it's been at room temperature for more than 30 minutes, you were so saddened. First because you wanted to take care of me, and your hunger besides. Then again because it was a waste of food. I kept saying that you had no idea you were going to be working as late as you did.
So while driving to Closter, we stop by a diner that you think I'll like. It's closed. Damn.
Then we drive to a 24-hour supermarket. It's already 12:30 am. We're both starving and exhausted, and neither of us want to spend too much to get a late night meal. But in our altered states, we end up spending over 45 minutes mulling over healthy options vs. comfort food. Then you want to be able to make me breakfast so we run back and forth between aisles. And I remind you that you said you needed saline solution. We finally make our way to the cashier, and discover that we've grabbed over $45 worth of groceries and sundries. Too much! Even though the clerk is clearly annoyed, she is gracious and helps us take away some things that were frivolous luxuries.
When we finally get home, it's already 1:30 am. We're both beyond exhaustion so decide to forego dinner altogether. I've been having trouble breathing all day so I take some Primatene tablets, and do a puff of the inhaler. and we get to bed. Except I can't fall asleep because I keep being awakened by racks of dry coughing fits. Then I'm wheezing. Then choking. Finally, you get me to sit up and soothe my nerves by holding me and stroking my arms. I'm sure it's already way past 3 am at this point. I feel so guilty I say I"ll go to sleep in the living room, and you say "no, you're staying right here with me. Relax and try to calm your lungs."
After what feels like hours and hours or turning, coughing, wheezing, heaving, and choking, all of your efforts finally take hold, and I begin to breathe easier, and immediately pass into unconsciousness until I wake up to you saying it's already 8:15 am. I panic and jump in the shower. You're delayed getting in and I realize when I step out that it's because you got breakfast started with the veggie burger, eggs and english muffins, each heating up in their respective toaster or microwave. The coffee is already done brewing. We sit down when you're done with your shaving and grooming to a calm and soothing breakfast of veggie burger on english muffins with a poached egg, with just a dollop of pesto sauce.
How could I ever doubt your love and devotion.
