Gaga For Lulu

The Big Guy scared the shit out of me last night. We had a relatively easy bedtime. The Tribe was asleep by 7:45 PM. I know, what the hell? Beats the bageezies out of me! Then of course I watched a very painful American Idol. The Big Guy and I jockeyed for a better position to control the laptop, we desperately need a second one due to the fact that we are both lazy and won’t go to the basement to use the “stationary” computer.

What is up with that Sanjaya kid anyway? I don’t even know if I spelled it correctly. He is h.o.r.r.i.b.l.e.!! I like that Doolittle lady, but boy, is she goofy looking. I am getting off the topic, ok, come back to me Kendra.

The Big Guy. As you read, he was sick with belly thing over the weekend. I was a little unsympathetic, but come on, I puke with a kid on each hip and manage to make it through the day. Whole other subject. He complained that his chest hurt when he was praying to the porcelain god. I dismissed all of his complaints, I hear too many to care!

Getting back to last night, we were in bed and The Big Guy jumps up and is grabbing his chest, visibly upset, and shaking. OK, I am a cardiac nurse, so I start interrogating like a pro. Why, what, where, how long, what’s it’s level? He tried to answer my questions, didn’t even put up a fight. Now, I was really worried. “Do you want to go to the hospital?” “No, I will the doctor in AM.”

After an hour the pain was much less and he was able to lay back down, now sensibly I know he is a thirty something, ex athlete, strong man with no family history. But, holy shit, he is 6′6″ and there is the cardiac hypertrophy thing and all that, as well as increased risk for blood clots. And he..is..my..husband!!!

Dude, I have become really fond of him over the last 13 years. I was crying, yeah crying last night. I know I care about him and love him and all that good crap, but I am truly and madly head over heels in LOVE with him.

It is kinda’ sad that it takes something scary to make you reflect, with all the bullshit of everyday life and all. I guess that gave me a look into the minds of my patients spouses. I have always been the “sick” one, never The Big Guy.

So, I guess I won’t make fun of any of my patients wives or hubbies tomorrow, no matter how freakin’ annoying they are. LOL!!!!

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