I am in need of prayers this morning. Let me explain.
For the past two weeks, I have been sick with some sort of upper respiratory, winter cold yuck. For most of that time my husband was traveling so I was home alone. I am okay with that. I do not mind feeling miserable alone. Being left alone when you are sick is kind of a good thing, right? You sleep when you want to. Watch chick flicks on the couch in your favorite pajamas with your puppies and oh so soft blanket. Eat what you want and when you want. Clean the dishes when you get around to it. Shave? Really? No.
I am over it.
However, the hubs came home and is now sick with the ick. Oh my ladies! He actually said that he was “sure childbirth could not be this bad” in his joking and still charming way. He was purposely trying to stir me on that one. I do believe that he thinks he is going to die. He needed a hot pack for his head and as I stood over him he professed that when he dies he wants my face to be the last thing he sees. This strong, handsome, capable man has become a whiny, needy, attention craving, helpless being.
I am not unsympathetic. I felt the exact same way only days ago. I even told him that I know exactly how he feels because I just got over the same thing. He assures me his suffering is worse.
He is currently lying down with his hot pack. I wonder if I told him that I saw a 12-point buck in our yard, if he would suddenly be resuscitated? Anything for his health, right? That just might be better than the OTC’s I am insistent on him taking. Ladies, the Nyquil is more for our peace of mind. We love our sleeping giants!
I am getting to the prayer request but first let me give credit where credit is due. My dear sweet husband is normally a real trooper. He broke his hand a few months back. He never went to the doctor. I take that back he did go to a doctor. He went to a fellow veterinarian that x-rayed his hand and made him a splint out of casting material so that they could head out on their elk hunt. All of this happened after he had attended a meeting where he shook numerous hands all the while his being broken. That broken hand never stopped him for a minute. (See above – maybe that 12-point in the front yard would in fact heal his man cold)
I would also be remiss not to mention that my dear sweet man has been walking around bone on bone in his knee since we have been married. He is in the utmost need of a complete knee replacement. Although he sometimes complains, he has not let it stop him.
Now for the prayer request. I finally convinced him to have the knee replacement. As you can see, it is going to go one of two ways. He is either going to be tough as nails and do the Tim the Tool Man Taylor “Oh, Oh, Oh” tough guy sound or…it is going to be one heck of a man cold experience.
Yes, the prayers are for me!
Until Next Time,
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