She put her life on hold for nearly a full week to come here - to take care of me. To sleep in a recliner, when she slept at all - she participated in the sleep-dep. To keep an eye on me. To take notes on my care, because she knows how my memory is. To fetch coffee and my laptop. To nursemaid the hell out of me.
This is a huge thing to do. And she says it's just something she did because she loves me and wants to take care of me, and it's true that, were she in the hospital, I'd do the same, because I love her.
But that doesn't make it less huge.
Thank you, Spooky. I could not have gotten through this without you by my side. Love you. :)