A Thanksgiving Night

We are on day 456 of The Sickness.

In reality, it’s only been since Monday.  (a Monday in August, I believe.)

Just when I think Adam is feeling better…he stuns me by throwing up on me at a friend’s Thanksgiving dinner, WHICH we would have stayed home from IF I had known he was still feeling so poorly.

These are the days that I cannot wait until he can talk and tell me what/where hurts, because he has looked like this while we are at home:

And if you look at his fingers, I think he’s trying to tell me he’s “oookay,” and also that chairs aren’t really for sitting…

Then… he climbs up on my lap, looks into my eyes, and vomits.

That, friends, was my Thanksgiving night.  And though it was gross, I am grateful.

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