i came home from work yesterday with a headache, which is a little abnormal since 99% of the headaches i have are due to blood sugar issues and resolve themselves after i have eaten. and since i had eaten half a bagel with peanut butter on the drive home, i determined this was not my typical headache…especially since in the 30 minute drive home my headache only seemed to amplify in intensity. i came home to my husband who couldn’t have been more attentive to my every need, to my every ache, to my every pain.
i do have the best husband…
the best husband who will sit beside me rubbing my head when i have an unbearable headache.
the best husband who runs after me to the bathroom when i feel it backing up in my throat.
the best husband who will stand over the toilet i am throwing up into, massaging my head with one hand and flushing the toilet with the other (so i don’t have to smell my own vomit), then grabbing tissue to wipe the vomit from my mouth.
the best husband who calls the nurseline to make sure he is following the necessary procedures, to make sure nothing serious is going on with me, and to do whatever he can to make me better.
the best husband who will continually put cold compresses on my head, just like the nurse said (and even before).
the best husband whose first question this morning when he woke up was, “how is my wife feeling?” when i had almost forgotten about last night…
he’s the best, i tell you.