When Cowboys Get Sick

My cowboy is sick. and miserable.
he...
-lost his voice
-sneezes constantly
-polishes off a new Kleenex box about every 24 hours
-can't sleep
-has a chill 24/7
-is groggy
--grumpy
--sleepy
--and oh so adorable (I can't help it)

On any normal day, he gets up at 6:30 to feed his horses, and then feeds his class horse and clean stalls for his work study job. He then makes some coffee in his room (which really isn't allowed here in our dorms so don't tell! :)) and watches the news until his classes start for the day.
On a lucky day, I get a morning visit from him which means,
   a. waking me up
   b. watchin' me put on the last bit of my makeup and hurry off to class
   c. sitting on the edge of my bed and try to make conversation with me, while I drift in and out of sleep.
And on REALLY LUCKY DAYS, he brings me breakfast!
        

     (back to the main topic of this blog)

For the last week, he has been pretty miserable but still takes care of his horses and goes to all of his classes.

He even managed to take me on our weekly date last night! We went to a cute little back east diner style place, which I'm sad to report did not get rave reviews, but I'm very excited to try something different there, probably next week. :).

Anyways, after dinner he finally agreed to get some night-time medicine so he could maybe get a good quality shut eye. (He went to bed at 8:00 I might add). 

Today right before lunch, he informed me that he still was not feeling a lick better, and earlier that morning (while I was enjoying the fact that I don't have a single class on Thursday, from the most wonderful coziest spot in my dorm room, {MY BED!}) he rode his class horses today and felt the walls spinning. NOT GOOD! He also whispered to me, "I really want to take you to the movies tonight {$2.00 movie night at the Fox Five and Country Strong is FINALLY HERE!!!} so I am going to go sleep the rest of the afternoon."

He is so cute! he has dark circles under his eyes, he can't breathe out of his nose, and his voice is just about gone, and he still is thinking about me, and the movies.

sheesh... I wish he would let me microwave him some chicken noodle soup and hot tea.  I'd walk up to his room with it all on my TV tray, (It doubles as my laptop table) and rub his shoulders for him. He doesn't want anything but sleep and good food (I think he means his mamma's).  So I'll just blog about him :)

I just love him