I think I've made it to the other side of my cold. My fever broke in the night and the Robitussin has kicked in and is slowly but surely loosening the gunk in my chest. I'm still not feeling all that great, but I feel a lot better than yesterday.
It's funny, I have a vague sense that I had a visit from Thomas in the night. For some reason I feel so close to him - that closeness you have when someone who has gone visits you in a dream.
I had a really odd dream and I don't remember him being in it, but I'm sure he visited me just the same. I was chatting with him last night before bed, telling him to be near me and help me because I was feeling so horrific and, embarrassingly enough, feeling scared. That was the first fever I've had since the blood infection in the hospital, and that, coupled with the chest congestion that was making breathing difficult, was scaring me.
I guess he heard me. I feel such a sweetness and warmth around me right now, and I know it's him. It makes me so happy to feel him the way I do and to know that he's there when I need him.
I should be the one soothing his fears and caring for him when he's sick - but this, well, this is nice too.