Today marks my 13th year anniversary with my husband. I’ve been completely immobile for almost 2 weeks. On and off the past 2 months. My husband has to carry me every time I need to use the bathroom, he has to feed me, he has to dress me, he has to wash me. On top of all of that he works full time, take care of the entire household including cooking for 6 people with unique food allergies. He truly defines the meaning of “in sickness and health” as a spouse. I guess my point is marriage isn’t always roses and pink. It gets ugly, it gets hard, it even gets annoying and frustrating at times. Marriage is a commitment to each other in an unpredictable journey together.
Having said all of that, this is me laid out in bed right after my husband dressed me, so we can attempt to eat breakfast out. Lots of pain medication, some antihistamines, my wheelchair and cane, and my husband carrying me to the car, we shall conquer this quest in the name of celebration of love. In the end I will pay for this. Heck just surviving the trip will be tough, however I refuse to stay in my bed on this day.
Happy anniversary! Cheers to many more years.