Day Fifty-Four

The Sick Boy

Adam's got a bulletproof immune system. So today, I became quickly concerned when he shuffled in from tending to his precious new girlfriend...I mean, his new truck...his truck, with a headache that knocked him out for 4 hours. A headache? Ok, head things are no joke to me. Anything dealing with brain-related functioning is a fast way stir tension in me. And it's no wonder why - my father is currently battling brain cancer for the second time (Go Dad, you're doing sooo good!!). By the time I had grabbed Tylenol and a glass of water, he was passed out, belt and shorts still on. I was slightly freaked. He woke up to take the meds, and before I could finish making his lunch, I found his head buried under the pillow, curled into a smaller ball than above. I closed the drapes, he got into boxers, and let him sleep in the dark- he didn't even touch his chicken and noodles I'd made him. My mind was racing, fast, but eventually I calmed myself, reasoning that he was probably just really tired, both from inadequate sleep and rough cardio workouts. And maybe too, that he hadn't eaten breakfast this morning, or anything for that matter, until 3:00. So much for gaining weight today. Yesterday, though, he weighed in at 196 with shoes on!! Tomorrow, we're looking forward to a healthier day.