Poor Sick Dom
Thursday, November 20th, 2003
Poor Sick Dom
A Billy Entry
Poor Dom. He's been ill all week. I try my best to keep him comfortable, keep him entertained, but still, I have the feeling he's anxious to get back to work. Every night before he goes to sleep he says, "Tomorrow I'm going in." But every morning he wakes up coughing his lungs up, and I make him stay in. He agrees, though.
I wish I could spend all day with him rather than going to work. A few days ago he was looking pretty bad, and I almost took the day off, but he made me go in. Besides, I can't spare the days, not after my absence. He probably just sleeps all day, anyway. That's the best for him. I wonder how Marty's coping.
Of course, I miss my letters. Every waking moment it seems my mind is on MS, and right before I go to sleep at night I reread some of the older letters, to make up for the absence of a new one. But he'll understand that Dom's sick, and that has to come first. Dom's well being will always come first.
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