So as many of you know, I am not much of a sitter. In fact, truthfully I have decided that relaxing makes me nervous. It's a problem maybe, I'm not sure? I think that its the only way I have ever known. I am a planner, organizer and social bee; I book up our calender, not intentionally of course, I just haven't really learned the art of saying "no" to people and once I take the time to realize how busy we are it's too late. Unfortunately for Jeremy life has been just that, busy with all of my bookings. In the past month we have done dinner with friends on more than a few occasions, thrown a birthday party and had family in from out of town one weekend, gone to a concert and made a day trip to Napa for a friends birthday on another weekend, he had put together a seminar for work, we went on a 5 day vacation another long weekend, then came back from that and left for another weekend trip, all the while working our 40+ hour work weeks and gearing up for another busy summer of fundraising for Blake's Purpose. And as a result, my husband now has MONO, could there be any greater sign from the universe telling me to let the poor man rest???
The worst part of it all is that while we were doing all of this he was in the thick of the illness. It was all so hard to see at the time for me because Jeremy is not a complainer, although looking back it all makes perfect sense; he was coming home from work so tired and lethargic and he kept on telling me how worn out he was with his job and how stressful it was becoming, to the point that in my mind I was contemplating whether or not he was borderline depressed. He kept on thinking that maybe he was having adverse reactions to caffeine and I tried everything I knew how to do to perk him up, but all our attempts were unsuccessful and so when he complained to me right before our trip that his body just ached and he was getting the chills I urged him to go to the doctor. Well of course these symptoms had been going on for a while, it just finally got bad enough that he expressed his concern to me. So he went to the doctor, we left on our trip, he drank his way through Cabo and we came back to some abnormal blood work at which point they ran some more tests and determined that he had mono. And so now here we are...I am happy that I know he will be ok, but I am also at a bit of a loss and feeling bad for how busy we have been when the poor guy just needed some rest. The upside to finding this out now is that we are home for the next three weekends and with the exception of his friends wedding at the end of the month I am not committing him to a darn thing!