I should have expected it. Calvin had a stomach bug two days prior, hugging the great porcelain god and begging for somone to put him out of his misery. He lost seven pounds in one day, poor soul. Still, when the up-chuckies hit me at 5 am yesterday, I was surprised.
Perhaps the word should be "delusional." After all, Calvin and I are a very "huggy" couple and sleep spoonstyle every night. We credit this physical closeness to all the years we'd spent alone, missing a human's touch the way a dehydrated person in the dessert craves water. So one would expect that we'd pass our germs back and forth. I was just hoping that particular germ would be unpassable, eternal optimist that I am. Not so.
When my doctor called to tell me he had the results of the CAT scan on my lower back and he was sending me to a neuro-surgeon, all I could think during his call was please don't let me barf in this man's ear. I simply wanted the call to end so I could burrow back under the covers. So what if a couple discs have bulges? My whole body has bulges...big deal. I've got a bigger emergency here (clasps hand over mouth).
The afternoon brought a fever of 100 degrees and chills. My cat and I snuggled under quilts. Calvin fretted.