Couldn't sleep. Too much pain and I couldn't find any position to resume through the night. The thing is, I thought I did fall asleep. Or at least I tried. I couldn't quite move in the morning when it's time for me to get up for work.

I woke up eventually but before I even opened my mouth, pupz asked if I was feeling alright and if I needed to see a doc. Simple words but it meant so much to me. I didn't expect him to notice.

Am very grateful to have him taking care of me and checking on me constantly. Happy to have him by my side - bickering with me; laughing with me; urging me on to look at things from a different angle. 

Like it that I can be me in front of him =)