JIm came home craving chinese food, so even though he has been sick on and off all week I thought that was a good sign. He ate chicken with peanuts, put in the Big O box set and settled in for a weekend where we have no obligations and hoped to clear up some of our own projects. He fell asleep around episode seven.
I was forced to wake him around 1am for computer help - I was livid, wrestling with the newest trick Mozilla and Dreamweaver were conspiring in, and just as furious that I could not figure out how to fix it myself. We never did find out what it was, but I managed to kluge a work-around, and finally cleared enough space in my electronic day to take a hot bath around 2, and left him sleuthing the problem for closure, as engineers are wont to do.
I got out to find that he had been sick the whole time I was gone, and no end in sight. I know we have both been queasy and achy and sad, and I had two completely rotten days earlier this week, but he is really sick - I think he might have food poisoning.
He is finally trying to sleep now, but I can't sleep, I have to watch him sleep. I hate this helplessness. And if his mother wakes us by calling first thing on Saturday morning for her weekly complain about the neighbors session, she is in for a ride.
update: 8 am. he is finally sleeping, and I have been watching him breathe for ten minutes. Now I think I will see if I can manage to part company with my own insides without waking him.