That's my Marine!

Last night I finally asked Dan if he was getting sick. He's been sounding a little raspy the last few days, but he never complained (I would have!) and he didn't look sick. He said he felt pretty rotten and was getting worse. He sure was. He had a sky-high temperature, and coughed all night. He was really sick this morning.

Unfortunately, he had to fly to Parris Island for a trial this afternoon. Um, let me clarify that he had to fly there this afternoon, the trial is tomorrow..... I asked if he could cancell it, and in a voice dripping with condecention, he said no, the judge was booked (oaky, he didn't say "booked", but I can't remember what they call it!) and he had to go do this trial. Oh, and even better is the fact that we took the van in to get worked on, and it will be in the shop til Dan gets back. That left the delimma of how Dan was going to get to work this morning. He intended to get there by two foot shift.

I thought he was insane to try to run in to work feeling that sick. I remember how truly awful I felt 2 weeks ago when I was sick and there was no way I could walk around the block, much less run 5 miles. Aparently my sweetie is made of much stronger stuff. He was out the door before I could suggest we abandon the kids (since we can't fit 4 kids and 2 adults in his 4 door Galant) and I'd take him in. He did make it to work and to the safety brief he had to attend at 0730, and he made it to South Carolina without any problems. He is so my hero!