Last night Adam and Carlina, Gomer, and Candyce and I went to Four Peaks Brewery for dinner. We were having a great time when Candyce abruptly had to leave because she wasn’t feeling good. She and I have both had a cold/flue/allergy thing going on for the past couple weeks, and I figured that she was just tired and her body was ready to call it a night. I kissed her goodbye and went back inside to finish the night with the guys.

A couple hours later her mom gave me a call from California and explained that Candyce was feeling pretty rough, and I promised to drive to her house and check up on here. It end’s up that Candyce was developing symptoms of pneumonia. I know because I went to webmd.com. She had a fever that made her hot as hell. She had violent coughs, chest pains, nausea, and to top; it all off, she was under six blanket and she was still freezing to death.

I spent the night on the floor next to her bed, waking up every hour to give her a new cold wash cloth, a new glass of cold water, and to check her fever. She finally cooled off at about four in the morning. I gave her the final check up at eight and then I drove back to work this morning.

Now here I am at work on my lunch break. I feel weird because I think that I could be sick too…that at any moment I could get slammed with pneumonia stuff just like Candyce did last night after dinner.

I was happy to take care of Candyce last night because it sucks being sick when nobody is there to; take care of you. Candyce would do the same for me. But I don’t think males are wired to do that all the time. We just aren’t nurturing enough. I mean, I did what I did last night because she needed help, but there are other ways I feel more confident showing her that I love her.