In Sickness And In Health

Serena was deadly sick last week.  It actually cost us a whole day of work, but what could we do?  The powers that be decided that she was much too sick to remain in the office environment where she could have potentially gotten others sick.  I know that she struggled just to get to the office that day (and yes, she was late once again), only to be turned away in the end.  I told her that I missed her, but illness being what it is, it seemed like neither one of us had a choice that day.  Serena told me that she had missed me too, but I also believe that she was much too sick to worry about me and rightfully so.  She had other things to worry about, that being her current physical and internal health.  Suffice it to say that Serena was a mess and she was genuinely sick.  I felt bad for her because I don’t like seeing her sick.  This would be the second time this calendar year where she ended up getting really sick.  Now, by “sick”, I’m referring to her suffering from cold-like symptoms and what really sounded like a possible sinus infection or even an ear infection.  She was congested.  She had the recurring cough.  She had the runny nose and every now and then, she would sneeze uncontrollably.  Yes, she was in really bad shape.  Still pretty and everything, but sick.    

This past Friday when Serena and I exchanged gifts, she was still really sick, but she managed to pull through long enough for us to exchange those gifts and then engage in a nearly two-hour make-out session.  Now, I will be honest when I say this.  I would never miss a chance to make out with Serena and be intimate with her.  She continued to apologize to me for her condition at the time, though I would make it a point to tell her that she didn’t need to apologize for anything.  Not surprisingly, she was afraid and concerned that she would end up getting me sick.  I told her that I knew full well what I was doing, making out with a sick woman.  I had even told her that by making out with her, I was placing myself in the middle of an experiment, where I was intentionally exposing myself to her illness just to see if in the days after our make-out session, I would end up similarly ill.  I want to say that I’m doing pretty well in the aftermath of that make-out session.    

As I write this, now on the Monday after, I have not shown any signs or symptoms of any illness.  No coughing, hacking, sneezing, wheezing, or even a hint of congestion.  I might be jinxing myself by saying this, but as of this writing, it looks like I have gotten off easy and I am still not sick.

By my estimate, I have not been sick in nearly two years.  Even after intentionally exposing myself to Serena’s second illness this year, I am still healthy. 

We happened to have a random conversation on Friday when she had asked me if I would take care of her and nurse her back to health.  I told her that if given that opportunity, I would take care of her, and she seemed surprised by this.  In a nutshell, I told her that I would essentially wait on her, hand and foot, and fulfill her any request.  Yes, I would become her servant and would do so in a heartbeat and in such a loving manner too.

I continue to wish Serena well and for a speedy recovery.  I just want Serena to get better and to get better soon.  I also don’t want to come down with any symptoms myself and so far, so good.   

Whether Serena is sick, healthy, or otherwise, I very much want to be around her and she knows this.