Monoguilt

Dear friends and loved ones,

Before you come any closer, know now that I am a biohazardous agent of the mononucleosis virus!! 

Not that I would have ever known it.  I feel fine. But the husband, well, he’s fallen prey to my pathogens, and the doc says it’s probably because I was walking around all diseased and stuff without ever even knowing it.  Meaning while planting kisses I was actually planting vicious painful destructive bugs straight into my husband’s innards. Scary thought, no?

Inadvertently causing suffering is something I’m sort of good at. And it’s the best way to make me feel the worst kind of guilty.  Like when I snuggle up to Kendon when I haven’t had socks on for two minutes and instantly he turns into a frozen icicle and can’t form coherent words for… well, at least a few seconds. GUILT. Or like that time my companion at the missionary training center was so miserably constipated from cafeteria food and I happily gave her my anti-constipation pills for a good week before looking down and reading the label “anti-diarrhea.” DOUBLE GUILT.  Or the time I found a sick gecko in my air conditioned office and hurried him outside where he could get some nice, warm healing sun and… shudder… how did I get on this subject?

The point is, I kissed my husband as an expression of love. And it turned out to be a kiss of death.  Death being a metaphor for a swollen throat and sleepy demeanor.  I’m feeling guilty.

But admittedly – and this is just between us – I’m loving the extra snuggle time. 

My little sickie bug (pictured left.)
P.S. We are dogsitting the cutest little punkin on the planet. More soon!