Sick Day

July 12, 2009

Today we got into Livorno at 7 AM and Dean woke up feeling awful. Generally a much better sick person than I am, he insisted on getting up and dressed and going about our plan to go to Pisa. He made it almost to the shuttle bus that was to take us into downtown Livorno before he had a most un-Dean-like episode. He was being a smidge moody. Being moody has always been my responsibility in this relationship. I’m very good at it, and Dean lets me shine. So I knew right away he must be feeling particularly sick. I marched him back upstairs with increasingly weaker protests and put him to bed, where he promptly fell into such a deep sleep I checked his breathing every so often.

After a few hours with no activity from Dean, I stopped by the library, mailed a few postcards, and laid out on the deck in one of those comfy chairs for awhile. I read “No! I Don’t Want to Join a Bookclub” by Virginia Ironside. It was cute if you like the humour of a saucy older British lady, which I do. At noon-thirty, I checked in on Dean. No sign of movement. I figured it was best to let him sleep it off, which is his usual method of dealing with sick.

Dean woke up groggily at 7:30 PM feeling a little better. We watched a few movies from the pay-per-view on the room TV. “New in Town,” with Renee Zelwegger, and “Inkheart,” with Brendan Fraser. Both just barely mildly amusing. Then, only because Dean was feeling sick, I let him watch Fox News for a little, which I loathe. He is SUCH a Republican sometimes.