Thursday, February 17, 2011


It never fails.  I always get sick at the most inconvenient times.  I somehow managed to pick up strep throat and I haven't ventured very far from my bed the past 48 hours because I'm ridiculously weak.  Yesterday was awful.  I had a terrible fever and I felt like I got hit by a mac truck.  I landed myself a trip to the hospital and they wouldn't let me go home until my fever broke.  I finally got home after they gave me some antibiotics, but they wore off in the middle of the night and I couldn't get my prescription until this morning.  It was a very long night.

It's times like these when I really miss having you around.  You would baby me so bad any time something was wrong with me.  Whether it be the sniffles or if I just had surgery, you were always right there.  Now I'm fending for myself.  I mean its natural to get to an age where you just take care of yourself when you're sick.  However, I liked it a lot better when you did it for me.  Lets face it- I'm a huge baby when I get sick and that's no secret to anyone.

I remember the first time I got the flu when you were home on leave and I called you crying because I couldn't see you.  You brought me cherry popsicles that day :)
Today I went and got my own freaking popsicles.

Or after I had my wisdom teeth taken out.  I know you wanted to go to the bar and you were probably complaining about it in your head.  But you never said a word and stayed on the couch with me the whole night.  It's the little things like that that make you realize how much someone really loves you.

Now it's another "alone" reminder and I don't like it.  I hate the fact that that piece is missing in my life.  When I was laying in the hospital room last night I remembered the last time I was there and you kept asking me if I wanted you there and you kept me entertained until I got to go home.  I laid there last night and I thought, "who do I talk to?"  Ultimately I ended up bugging one of your friends, but it's different.

I do believe that's enough whining for one day.
Moral of the story: I miss you and how much you babied me all the time <3

PS: Homecoming sneak peak (Photo by Jill Mills)
Your best friend is home safe and sound!  I'm sure you were watching over all of them.  This is when I first saw him at the armory.  I'm so glad I went that day..


  1. Chrissy- I have come across your blog and started reading from the very frist day you wrote. My cousin was KIA on Aug. 30,2010. I am an Army Girlfriend and my brother-in-law is in 2/8 in the Marines, he just arrived to the sandbox not too long ago. (to replace 2/9) My heart breaks with every letter I read, tears stream from my eyes. Stay Strong...You are in my prayers. <3

  2. Mmm popsicles sound good. And I don't think there is anything wrond with a little babying ;-)

  3. Mmmm popsicles sound good right about now! And, I don't think there is anything wrong with a little babying every once and awhile ;-)