I realized that in my tale telling last week the entirety of David’s (My Beloved, My Darling) involvement was reduced to … “So off the ER David & I go.” and everyone else got thank you’s. For those of you who are completely lost as to why I was off to the ER, e-mail me and I’ll catch you up.
“So off the ER David & I go.” One little sentence involved so much more – such as picking me up off the floor and hopping me 20 feet across the front yard. Did I mention the front yard slops uphill? On a normal day hopping 20 feet across the front yard would be challenging. That was not a good day. He was with me most of day in the hospital – only leaving when the staff kicked him out of the room.
He’s the one who kicked me out of the house – which is a good thing because stair and I aren’t on friendly terms yet. (ok… kicked is harsh, suggested in very strong terms I should stay with mom until I can walk) He’s my cheerleader. He’s been silly on the days that I need silly. He’s my rock. He’s driven all over Chester & Lancaster counties for me. And not least of all … he’s in charge of the cats until I can get home to help.
“So off the ER David & I go.” I almost completely neglected him. He is a most wonderful and caring husband and I am very blessed that his is mine.
This time next week I will have the answer to the question… “What’s up Doc?”