After a week of having no appetite. After days of not being able to even keep water down. After the anti-nausea meds the doctor prescribed didn't help at all...
Tonight, Boyfriend looked at me and said, "Food sounds good."
First, I was shocked. "What?"
"Food. It sounds good right now."
"Yeah. I want to eat something."
In that moment, I knew what sheer joy felt like.
"What do you want to eat?" I was almost bouncing, I was so giddy. "What sounds good?"
He thought for a minute and then said, "Panda Express."
Which I thought was a weird first-thing-to-eat-after-four-days-of-puking, but when Boyfriend's stomach finally allows him to eat something, you give it what it wants. So I ran to Panda, picked out Boyfriend's favorites, and watched him eat it.
So much happy right now. Boyfriend ate food. And he didn't throw it back up later. And he's sleeping soundly for the first time in a week.
He's still weak, he's still very sick, he's still exhausted, and he still can't eat very much (he only managed to eat maybe a quarter of the food I brought him), but the point is... he ate.
He's getting better. Relief has never felt so good.
Nothing like a little mono to show you how much you love someone, right? :)