In fun distraction news, while prepping a patient chart today my eyes noticed that the consulting MD was named Polter-Cow's real name. Okay, I found it amusing.

PC's mom would be so proud!

That was my first thought as I smiled at the chart.

He woke up and was SO unruffled, even though it was deep at night I kept apologizing for waking him up, but he wouldn't let me, and he got me into the shower. When I got back to bed, he'd changed the sheets and laid out fresh pajamas. He still doesn't see why I think what he did was a big deal.

I had stomach flu bad enough to send me to the ER once, and it entailed my poo being where it shouldn't be, and Tim cleaning it up. I kind of had to marry him, because no one else will deal with my shit. Literally.

I admired my former (and late) mother-in-law for being one of the few wives who stayed with the men with facial injuries who returned on the hospital ship with my ex's father. The vets with face and jaw injuries from the Italian campaign were evacuated together to an Army plastic surgery center. While his face was being put back together, she lived for two years with a toddler in a tiny house that was part of row on row of tiny houses they threw together for families. When I met my FiL, I could tell that the bottom half of his face was scar tissue, but it wasn't terribly noticeable. It was apparently horrifying in the early years. He took up photography and managed to stay out of any pictures for about 20 years.

In completely other news, I think I need this dress: [link]

t edit My kryptonite is polka dots. Please don't tell Lex Luthor.

My husband helped me and my brother take care of my mother when she was sick, including all the unglamorous stuff, like helping her to the bathroom, feeding her, bathing her, helping her to dress, etc. He was wonderful to her and he truly loved her. Sorta along the same lines as Steph, I can never leave him because I married a man who will take care of me when I'm an old lady.

Ooo, cute dress!

really cute dress.

I'm not the best nurse I have the patience of a hyper-active rat, yet I would nurse/help DH though any illness. And I am sure he feels the same way. And yes, he has helped me in some very unglamorous, undignified illness.

I had a boyfriend in college that asked me if i would stay with him under his worse case scenario He didn't like my answer of I don't know. but we hadn't know each other that long - I was young and so not planning on settling down . So I suspect different times and different people change the answer. And If I had decided to commit to him - I am guessing the answer would have changed

One of the very red flags early on in my last relationship was that whenever I was ill, including a bout of pneumonia for which I was hospitalized, he was absent. I really should have ended it right then. Lessons learned and all that.