First off... if this blog doesn't make a lot of sense... I'm blaming the Ny-Quil!

As usual... I'm going to complain a little bit about being sick.  Since I'm a man... I'm allowed to do that. :)

Colds don't usually bug me too much... but a week ago I got this "super bug" that has left me sweating, cold, coughing, sneezing, achy, chronically complaining, and sleeping alone. 

Yup... sleeping alone.  I slept on the couch a few nights, my wife slept on our blow up bed the past couple of nights because of my coughing fits in the middle of the night.  If I can't sleep... I'd like for her to be able to sleep.

The first time I slept alone since I was married was a few months ago was hell.  I'm just used to having my wife beside me all the time.  Call it a strange male thing... but I like knowing she's okay when sleeping beside me.  

So basically I'm sick of being sick!   I feel like I'm in the doghouse for doing nothing wrong.  Stupid virus! :) 

I love how my wife has looked after me since I've been sick.  I love the fact that she doesn't complain if my coughing does wake her up in the middle of the night.  I guess that's called a "wonderful marriage."