I’ve been waiting to get away, just with Dave, for quite a while. We were off to a great driving start and made it to the destination. The sun was shining and we were able to have the good car talk that I have learned to crave. It is undivided attention and for some reason we are able to listen to each other carefully and weigh our words more thoughtfully as we drive. Dave drove until lunch and after I picked up the pace. This is our pattern. We need continuing talk when he drives because he has a tendency to be lulled into falling asleep on the open road. My eyes need to fix on his because it can happen at really any moment. I am also used to when I drive, the radio is my biggest companion. He promptly takes out his book, reads and then falls asleep because he is comfortable in the fact that I am way too tense a driver to fall asleep.
Today was different however. He tried to read to get drowsy, but the sleep didn’t come. He said that he wasn’t feeling so great, that he had a funny pain in his lower stomach.
We got to our destination. I thought sleep would help. It really didn’t. I thought maybe, food poisoning? No other symptoms except for the lower abdominal pain. It is pretty mysterious, because he still wants to eat, still wants his coffee.
So of course I start googling. I leave a medical 24 hour clinic on my computer as I turn the lights off on Day #2. This morning we eat, walk around. Maybe he should call his Dr. from home. He grimaces and says, “no, I think maybe I feel better.”
I wait…I type…