My dear husband saw that I had a problem with water retention and he solved it.
He brought home a stomach bug.
I’m not retaining anything anymore.
In fact, I pulled the sleep-on-the-bathroom-floor routine early this morning. Michael got up to make his hundredth trip to the can and stumbled upon a lumpy mass huddled beneath a robe. Like the gentleman that he is, he didn’t intrude on my toilet, but went down the hall to the other bathroom instead. Chivalry lives on in our house.
The good news: Michael is feeling better and went to work this morning. It’s a quick moving bug.
The bad news: I have about 8 more hours to go.
I sure appreciate that Michael is a problem-solver.
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