In What World is a Trip to the ER Romantic?

More of my readers know me through printed word, rather than in person.  So I can understand how you might be puzzled by the title.  As Desi would say, “Lucy, you’ve got a lot of ‘splaining to do!”  This is certainly a departure from my usual postings, but has to be written.

My fifth wedding anniversary was September 12th.  On the previous day, my husband took me to the ER.  One of many such trips in our relatively short relationship.  As we were led into room #10, I realized that it was the same room where we had the misfortune to conclude our second date.  Trying to make lemonade, as I am prone to do, I said, “look honey, it’s ‘our room’!”

Yes, some couples have a song, a resort, a restaurant, or something which commemorates their special dates or moments.  We will always have the ER.

Hey, it’s not like he didn’t get proper warning long before the proposal.  That second date was just an opening round of many visits to the hospital over the years.  The only difference being that our second date, and the most recent visit, are the only trips to the ER not made in a snowstorm.

Here’s what I’ve found out over the years.  Hubby has a terrible aversion to hospitals, and especially blood and gore.  But he chokes back his fears when the need arises.  I remember watching him look at everything in Room #10 except the surgeon stitching up my hand.  He never let go of my other hand, though.  Even when he thought he might slump over or become ill.  Gotta give him credit.

He has always been attentive, concerned, and done everything within his power to assist me when I have been unable to care for myself.  More frequently, I have stubbornly been incapable of ignoring work obligations when I could not fulfill them on my own.  He’s rescheduled his patients many times in order to drive me to presentations throughout PA on the many occasions when I have reinjured an eye and been unable to drive.

From what I see in most relationships, I know a hubby like this is not the norm.  Thank you, hubby, for taking such good care of me. Repeatedly.  Because in my accident-prone life, a trip to the ER is another romantic memory.  Help me thank him by adding a like or comment to this post.

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