The Man and I had date night on Friday night. He had everything planned. He explained that he had everything under control. I dressed for the evening and off we went.
We had a wonderful time. Supper wasn't the best in the world. I felt the chicken in my dish didn't taste quite right so after a couple of bites, I left it alone. (Why I thought eating the rest of the dish would be okay is beyond me at this point).
The Man took us to a hotel, so that we could have a rowdy, rambunctious, loud time with no one the wiser... After an amazing experience... we made it half way home before the pain started.
He ended up taking me to the Emergency Room around 11. I spent part of my time thinking I was dying and the other praying someone would put me out of my misery. However, I am learning some things the hard way.
I have always been so very independent. I have never, ever trusted easily especially when I am already vulnerable with sickness. In recent times, I have been forced into position that I had to trust him to care for me. And care for me he has. He walked with me, holding the IV. He cared for me so that others didn't have to put their hands on me. (that is for me, not out of some sense of jealousy on his part)
He cancelled every last one of his plans today. He has taken care of the kiddos, and he has waited on me hand and foot without smothering me. I have explained to the good Lord that I get it. That I know I can lean on The Man and that truth be told, I like it. I also explained that I felt I had learned this lesson well and could I not be sick like this anymore.
On a side note, my Mom, God Love her, offered to come and take care of me and to rock me in the recliner like she used to when I was small. She told me that she loved me and would be here in a skinny minute if The Man needed back up or a break. It is really awesome to have my Mom back. I thanked her, told her how much I loved her, and then explained that The Man had it way under control.