Right place, right time.

Hubby was down with the flu last week. He had to exile himself to the other room while recuperating so that I wouldn't catch his virus. Thank God, I stayed virus-free. However, even if Je was one room away, that didn't stop him from calling me every now and then. He'd give me a missed call on my phone, which was his equivalent to a hospital call bell, and I'd come running. Yep, he thoroughly enjoyed making me his beck-and-call girl… making demands reminiscent of  a sick little kid. :o)

But, funnily enough, I enjoyed every moment of it. As a nurse who's worked overseas for several years, it's been a constant source of frustration for me that I'm always attending to ailing patients from all walks of life & from different races but I never get to do it for the people I love. I'm so glad that, for once, I was around to take care of my Je.