It's like ray-hee-aiin on your wedding day...

My girlfriend loves me so much she won't kiss me...or hug me...or touch me...

Let me explain, for the few people who read this blog outside of St. Louis (You people in Yemen and Casablanca and Sydney...you know who you are!) My father is pretty gravely ill. He's at home, comfortable, but very weak. My sisters and I have a schedule of going by to help out at my parent's place - running to get groceries, cleaning the house, general helping mom and dad out.

About a month ago, Alex got a cold and as any good girlfriend would, passed it along to me. :) Not thinking about it, I went over to my parent's house to help out on my assigned night...and about three hours into it, I realized "Oh, god...I'm sick...and I could get dad sicker..." When I left I was banished from my parents house until I was 100% better.

When I saw Alex that night, I felt like I was going to throw up all night. Because I wasn't thinking, I could have landed dad back in the hospital. Dad didn't get sick and all was well, but I wasn't thinking and vowed not to do something stupid like that again.

Alex is now hyper-sensitive about getting sick. She has a touch of something bronchial right now, and she suggested that it would be best if I would refrain from coming by, kissing her, touching her...and sleeping over was right out - until she was 100% sure she was 100% well.

I love you Alex, for caring so much about me and my family that you don't want us, especially my dad, to get sick. I love you for loving me so much that you aren't with me.

Isn't it ironic...don't you think?



By the way, Alex's blog, Meanderings of the Ouroboros, has a much more elegent way of putting it.