After returning to the world of the living again, finally, I would like to publicly thank Greg for being so attentive, concerned and caring for bringing me back into the world of health. He made food that I could digest, he took me to the doctor, he bought me medication and he spent many nights staying up with me as I nearly coughed myself into a pulp!

I do have to blog this discovery that I made while I was sick though, Greg is rather strange when it comes to knowing how to treat illness. Although, I’ve always had my suspicions. Let’s backtrack for a moment.

Flashback: 2003
Selena and Greg are in a long distance relationship and Selena is sick. She has just started getting better and is starting to eat chicken soup. Greg calls on the phone and says, “You are eating chicken soup? Are you crazy? Why aren’t you eating grilled cheese?”
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I didn’t know how to respond. It comes up months later that grilled cheese is apparently a Robleto family home remedy for illness.

Flashback: 2004
Selena and Greg are still in a long distance relationship. Greg is ill and feverish. He is at work. I call and say, “Why the heck are you at work! You are practically dying!” He says, “Because we don’t get sick days! I’m not wasting vacation time for this!” “Well you better go home and go to bed and drink fluids. I don’t care what, just make sure you are getting fluids!”
Later that evening, Greg, still sick, calls. “Well, I went to rehearsal tonight! But before you yell at me about that, I did take your advice and drank fluids. I had, like, five cups of coffee during rehearsal.” Speechless.

Flash forward to last week.

• Day 1, my temperature was 99.1. “OH MY GOD! That’s HIGH!” exclaims Greg. I explained that this was actually relatively low. “Oh,” he says. “Why do I not know ANYTHING about this?”

• Day 2, my temperature crept up higher. I stayed home from work and couldn’t even keep down a cup of soup. Greg came home and asked if he could fix me a grilled chicken wrap for dinner.
• Day 3, in bed most of the day, fever starting to break. Still randomly breaking into sweat and chills. Greg says, “Hey, I’m going for a run. But I’ve got an idea, I’ll meet you by the pool when I’m done.” “What?” “Well, because you have a fever. Shouldn’t a dip in the pool cool you off?”

I find these instances absolutely adorable and some of the things I love most about the man. It says so much about Greg’s character, that everything he suggested was genuine and sincere and for my best. Days 4, 5 and 6 consisted of me telling him how I wanted to be cared for and in general, just being a big sick baby. He stuck by my side on Day 7 when my coughing fit kept both of us up for an entire night, and he dragged himself, bleary-eyed, into work without ever saying a word about exhausted he must have felt by then.