Sickness

So I have been fighting what I beleive is the worst cold/sickness anyone in the history of man has had to endure (yes, I know this isn't the case but let me wallow in my misery). I am now working on week 3. During week 1, I truly believed one night that I was knocking on death's door and he just wouldn't answer. During week 2, Eric threatened that if I didn't call the dr. he would not go home with me for Thanksgiving (which is my favorite holdiay so he knew which button to push). I believed him so I called the dr. I am now on week 3, am still slightly miserable and have already been through the anti-biotics the dr gave me. Eric has just now started kissing me good-bye again (he doesn't believe in getting anywhere near a sick individual), Isaiah is still asking me if he is allowed to take a sip from my cup ( I didn't want him to feel the near-death experience) and I have actually slept through the night without coughing so hard I find myself vomiting in the bathroom. Eric sleeps with me again since I don't keep him up all night with the coughing and apparently my "really loud, obnoxious snoring." Obviously he was not concerned about the fact that I couldn't breathe well, just that he couldn't sleep...