Tuesday, I came home from work to a sick husband.
By 8 pm, his temp was 102.8.
At 8:30 pm, we heard a loud thump.
We ran into our front room to discover leaves in front of the window.
Because this had happened:
With the help of some wonderful neighbors, we got the tree limb off the house.
Wednesday, I came home from work to find my husband breaking out in red spots.
A trip to the doctor confirmed my suspicion: chicken pox.
He somehow managed to avoid them as a child.
I still had lots of tree debris to clean up.
My week has been monopolized by a tree limb and the pox. Which is why there has been a lack of posts since Monday. I’m hoping to have some time to catch up with me-stuff this weekend while the patient convalesces. As much as he can, at least, since adult males often suffer the most from chicken pox. (And not in that men-are-babies-when-sick but really actually sick.)