So, I recently got 3 teeth pulled. They were all infected, so they had to go.
Predictably, my body crashed - I slept about 22 hours/day for 3 days straight. I haven't left this room in 4.
He held my hand through the entire procedure. When I was traumatized from the immense pain and had them stop to give me a break while I sobbed, he hugged me until I felt ready to continue.
He has kept track of my meds for me, fixing food every 4 hours 'round the clock so that I can eat and take pain meds. He does this with a smile and a kiss. Never the slightest bit of resentment. Not even in the middle of the night.
But you know what really makes him a keeper?
Even though the bathroom is right next to his bedroom, I have not had the energy to put on clothes and a gas mask in order to pee. So I pee into a bottle, and he empties it for me. (I recommend a Nalgene 96-oz cantene bladder for its high capacity and ease of use)
Truth be told, if I really needed to make it, I could. But the very thought of it exhausts me.
He knows this. He doesn't mind. "Whatever you want love" he'll say with a kiss. And I can tell that he means it.
It's things like this that remind me I'm the luckiest woman alive.
This is how I know he's a keeper...
Blog entry posted by Dainty, Feb 27, 2017.
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Dainty became ill as a teenager and spent 7 years mostly bedridden from ME/CFS, life-threatening MCS reactions, extreme food allergies/sensitivities, cognitive impairment, fibromyalgia, episodes of temporary paralysis and various unexplained emergencies. The past 5 years she has experienced profound improvement from various treatment approaches. With homelessness and PTSD presenting as significant obstacles, she continues to pursue healing full time and find incorrigible opportunities to enjoy life.