Mark is so sick. It is distracting me from everything. I am really worried about him. I hate it when people who are not me are sick, because I can't get inside them and gauge how sick they really are and how much taking care of they need. I worry I'll underestimate and he'll get worse. Maybe I should have forced him to go to the doctor today. Anytime anyone has a fever, I get scared.
But the fever is gone this afternoon, so at least the cold medicine seems to be doing its thing. Perhaps I worry too much and he will be fine.
My shoulder thing is getting worse. Lifting my arm up is excrutiating and my hand is tingly. I should go have it looked at, but frankly there is no way to find the time right now.
This is probably going to be a pretty stressful weekend. My three priorities:
1. Take care of Mark.
2. Don't get sick myself.
3. Write my paper.
If I can manage those three things, I will be very happy indeed.