Even though I've been married 14 years, I can still remember my single days. I lived alone a few years before I got married, so I have some basis for comparison. Being alone when you are sick is frightening and miserable. One night, I started wheezing and couldn't breathe. I had never had asthma, so I had no idea what was happening to me. I was in a panic trying to figure out what to do. Of course, it was a weekend night so I couldn't call the doctor. This was before the convenience of phone-a-nurse. I could either drive myself to the ER, scared of passing out being the wheel, or suffer through the night until I could call the doctor's office. I opted for sitting up all night trying to stay calm. It turned out that I was having a major asthma attack that was easily treated.
Now when I get sick, I am so thankful to have another person to help me, to discuss it, and just to be there. Hubby is very laid back and doesn't get too excited, even over medical emergencies. A few years ago, I took a ride in the ambulance because my heart rate was erratic. We decided that hubby should stay home with our baby daughter. I was surprised a few hours later when I called to give a status update and hubby was asleep. I had been taken in an ambulance with a possible heart attack and he was at home sleeping! I was disappointed and irate. Looking back, I realize that he did the only thing he could do- he waited and rested until he could do something.
Yesterday, I felt horrible all day long, even after a long nap. By last night, I just wanted to curl into bed and try to sleep the pain away. Even though he wasn't sleepy, he still came to bed to snuggle. He watched TV- quietly and in the dark- while I curled into him. Comfortable with his heart beating in my ear, and his arm around my back, I drifted off to sleep.
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