Dec 162012
 

…is what I heard coming from the bedroom at 2AM this morning.

Now, my actual response may or may not have been different from what was running through my mind at the time.

Why is it that people ask that question when the gut wrenching, hacking, convulsing sounds that come from the human body during the hurling event would surely make the situation obvious? Every single person I’ve ever known asks this question at those times when it’s evident that things are quite the contrary.

When working in the ER a long time ago, I remember a doctor asking a patient “Are you okay?”

This patient was covered in blood, missing a few non-essential body parts, eyes rolling around in his head teetering on the edge of consciousness. Why in God’s name would you ask this person if they are okay?

Back to my story…

“Yes, sugar pie, I’m fine. I just thought I’d see about redecorating the bathroom. It looks quite lovely with bright orange chunks splattered in random patterns all over the walls, floor, sink, toilet, and the puddle of pee I’m standing in sort of completes the whole look. No worries honey, I’m fine.”

Pft.

Before I could manage to grunt out “uh huh” while trying to actually breathe between hurls, I heard the deep resonating sounds of snoring coming from the bedroom.

Guess he figured I was alright.

And in the harsh reality of the light of day, I probably am relieved that he continued sleeping. What wife wants to be found standing in a puddle of her own bodily fluids with the contents of her stomach splattered ceiling to floor, mascara running down the cheeks… just a total wreck? Not me.

Sleep on studmuffin, sleep on.

*I love this big hunk of man… my slab of beef. I love him dearly and am so grateful that he woke up to ask me if I was okay. But I’m guessing he didn’t really want to know because the whole situation was pretty gross. But… he woke up to make sure I wasn’t dying or in need of a ride to the local hospital. I love him for that

car wash

So nice! He washed my car for me today.

The swimming pool was only pretending to be closed.

The swimming pool was only pretending to be closed.


Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  7 Responses to “Are You Okay?”

  1. the V of light that bounces off his back is perfect. you do a wonderful job of photography, you know it?

  2. My goodness I understand where your coming from, my biggest concern used to be what I would do when I can no longer walk! Didn’t think I would lose the ability to speak clearly first! Muscles do control everything we do and don’t do.

  3. Oh Gosh, I’m sorry you’re sick. But you’ll likely be better before Christmas. One can only hope.

  4. Joy and bliss. I would much, much rather you were sick (which sounds much meaner than I meant it). Muscle spasms in my bladder and my legs and my arms are bad enough. I do not want my stomach to think it can join the party>

    And I hope you continue to feel better.

  5. Well, now I have to ask. Are you okay? I hope you are feeling much better.

    • LOL

      it’s been iffy a few times throughout the day but overall, i am doing much better. what’s odd is that i don’t think i was sick in the traditional sense of the word. after doing a bit of research, i think it was the MS beast acting up. who knew? muscle spasms in my stomach… my word

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