This is a saying that Hubby and I use frequently. Sometimes it’s a great compliment. Sometimes it’s not. It all depends on whether we’re very happy or very annoyed.
These days it’s a supreme compliment to Hubby. I can’t say enough about the wonderful job that he’s doing taking care of me since the surgery. His first response to the news that I needed surgery was “Okay, we have a problem. We’ll do what we need to get it fixed.” Every time I got nervous about the surgery, he was right there giving me the “nothing to worry about” speech. He let me ramble on about how to do certain things around the house like feed the dogs and do the laundry even though he already knew how to do it just because he knew I needed to be sure that I had everything covered before I went into the hospital.
Once I got to the hospital, he rarely left my side. If I even thought about moving or that I needed/wanted something, he was right there to help me move or to ask me what I needed or what I wanted. He even rubbed my back and held my hair when I would get sick to my stomach. Let me tell you, that’s a big thing because this is a guy that gets queasy whenever the cats would cough up a hairball.
The fussing didn’t stop there, though. Once I got home it was more of the same. Every time I had a thought that I might need something he was right there. “What do you need?” “Are you okay?” “How are you feeling?”
I will confess that I wasn’t too sure how this was going to work out. This is the first time in all the years that I’ve known him that I’ve been the one that needs taken care of. I’m usually the one that’s taking care of somebody – my Mom, Hubby, my MIL, my FIL – so letting someone else take care of me is a totally foreign concept. It’s been very difficult for me to be the “sickie” this time. I’m not used to being the center of attention and having people fuss over me. After a couple of days, I realized that Hubby didn’t do things the same way I did but everything was under control and the house was running just fine.
Because of the wonderful attention that Hubby gave me, I’m recovering a little faster than I anticipated. He knew just when to let me be a couch potato and just when it was time for me to start doing stuff on my own. I can’t thank him enough for all that he’s done for me. He gets a few dozen gold stars . . . and I bet he’ll remind me of this for a long time to come.