I’m chalking it up to the letdown of moving. There’s so much stress involved in coordinating a move across an ocean and I felt myself pushing my body to keep going. “I don’t have time to get sick now.” How many of us say that to ourselves on a weekly basis?
Mark and I had sore throats last week. His turned into laryngitis and a cold. I thought I had dodged it, but it was on slow simmer and came out yesterday. We had dinner at Zippy’s (for my So Cal friends – think Hawaiian Coco’s) two nights ago, where I first felt rundown and tired. I practically slept at the table. The waitress was nice enough to bring me tea. One can find green tea everywhere in Hawaii.
I slept yesterday. Mark leaned down, kissed me goodbye and left water by the bed. I didn’t ask where he was going….Remember how I had Matzoh Ball soup from C.J.’s Deli at the Hilton Hawaiian Village when I was sick the first day we moved here? Well, Mark drove back to C.J.’s Deli in Honolulu, during rush hour to bring me more Matzoh Ball soup.
If I guy like that said to you, “Let’s move to Hawaii,” wouldn’t you go with him?