Because of this, you'd think I snagged the perfect husband, Chris being a doctor and all. Quite the contrary, early on in our marriage, I learned Chris wouldn't even bat an eye for any medical issue unless they involved a significant loss of blood and/or unconsciousness. This was cause for strife in our early marital years.
Almost a decade later, we've worked it out. When I mention I'm under the weather, Chris knows what to do. He'll rub my back, put on a sympathetic face, and say, "What can I do?" Deep down I know this is all for show, but little sympathy goes a long way towards marital happiness.
As for me, I've learned it really isn't the end of the world to feel "icky." I can complain a little to my loved ones, but then "they've got it" and they don't need reminding.
Right now, my sweet, sleep deprived husband took all four boys to the library to give me a little rest. As he was leaving, he said, "What's the worst that could happen at the library?" I was afraid to answer for fear he wouldn't leave.
Thanks Chris for giving me the best remedy for my ailments: a sweet husband and a little rest!
No pictures today. I didn't think anyone wanted to see the sick me!