We all know that I have the best husband in the world. Despite the fact that he finds little humor in my stories about him, he always encourages me to post them. He says this is really not funny. Does it make me a horrible wife? Am I a wretched person for laughing inside a little bit? I truly believe every girl I know is thinking these same thoughts and need assurance that they are still a good person...like me.
David IS (as they say on The Bachelorette) my guy:) BUT, I have this bad habit of texting people when he comes home and says he is sick. It could be the one thing that really irks him the most about me...he says I am making fun of him. I cannot say what I want to say to him or his speculations would be answered as truth. (and I certainly do not want to be the reason he is right again, ha) He doesn't share with me about doctor visits anymore because he knows I will have plenty to say about his tendencies. See, I grew up in a home where you just didn't go to the doctor.
I have to handle this better. Just this past month, Chloe Jo started coughing in the night. I put Vicks on her feet and chest and kissed her good night. Just a summer cold...not an emergency situation. The next morning I get a call from her father from work saying he had called the doctor and they said just to come on in. So, I get her ready...drive to Paris...mind you she is showing no signs of sickness. I am a tad embarrassed already. Our nurse just chuckles secretly when she sees me coming in. That whole clinic knows about David and how protective he can be. (which is mostly a good thing...I might add) The doctor listens to her and checks her over...then asks when did the symptoms start? Through gritted teeth I answer him "last night". He asks, "what all have you tried?" I lifted my head and said, "nothing...my husband made this appointment so we are here for our prescription." Turns out...a virus.
Wouldn't you know it...a cough here and there. Cough turns to a bark...then deep hack...sleepless nights...trouble breathing when getting too hot at work...doctors appointment next day. David was sick. I had a horrible cough for a few weeks and just assumed he and Chloe Jo had caught my cold or virus. But NO, after his "secret" appointment he rolls in with a barrel of meds and band aids from all of his shots. His lungs had a huge mass in them and if he wasn't better by the next Monday he would have to go to the hospital for pneumonia. Not just pneumonia...WALKING pneumonia.
I didn't know doctors knew you had walking pneumonia without an x-ray or some other test...could this be real? Apparently, just listening with a stethoscope will do the trick. After a few days the meds were not helping so he returned to the doctor. In came a new round of treatments and shots...I argued for a second opinion! If a doctor thought you might have pneumonia why wouldn't you have an x-ray to rule it out????? The weekend arrived and things seemed to be the same. I knew he really felt bad. The worst part was his nagging cough. Still, I had my doubts about his diagnosis.
Yesterday afternoon...he rolled in here earlier than normal and I knew when he came in the door what he had done. He went back to the same doctor. Good news, friends, his lung had cleared up. No more walking pneumonia. He had another shot and a new med for sinus to add to his collection. He felt amazingly better. So, I texted my sisters with the news.
We discussed my attitude about the whole sickness thing. I talked with him about it being a mental thing. Whatever a doctor says determines a person's reaction. All of that went over really well. David tells me I wait until I cannot possibly go another step before I finally give in and go to the doctor. The majority has to do with how I was raised.
We all have our flaws in marriage. I guess I am not the greatest nurse. I did not show compassion in this situation. Yes, I am feeling bad about it a little. Never mind the fact that if I truly felt David was in critical condition I would treat it totally different. I like to just sleep things off and be left alone when I come down with something. So my lesson is to realize that not everyone handles feeling a bit under the weather like I do. I should be more sympathetic.
If the truth be told, I have never known ANY man to deal with ailments like ANY woman I know. When you hear those words from a man...I don't feel good...inside you are saying OH MY LORD! I will try and "secretly" work on this...because I love David in SICKNESS and in health:)
To my husband, who will be reading this post, I am thankful you are on the mend.
Enjoy your day, friends!
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