So my husband puts up with a lot, I mean, hey he's married to me. Those of you who know me and have talked to me personally know me as a pretty high energy kind of woman. I talk with my hands and tell really animated dramatic stories. Hey I'm an actress what can I say. Most of the time when I get going on a story with a group of our friends +Joe Egloff just let's me go, shakes his head and I think smiles...on the inside.
I would consider myself a strong willed woman, I'm fairly independent however I depend on my husband's help for a lot of things. Nothing can be truer than when I am sick. I am quite possibly the biggest, whiniest, neediest baby that ever lived when I am sick. Now I am talking really sick not a tiny little cold sick because that would just be pitiful. Joe, however, is not. In fact, I remember when Joe had sinus surgery a few years ago and being woke up the morning after his surgery by his smiling face (of course with a nose bleed guard under his nose looped around his ears and gauze up his nose) with coffee and a "Good morning, how did you sleep?" Of course with all the stuff in his nose is was a tad muffled. Plug your nose and then say, "Good morning, how did you sleep" and that is what he sounded like. I was floored, I was supposed to be taking care of him and here he was mobile less than 24 hours after surgery getting ME coffee. Granted two days later he was down for the count but he still would barely let me take care of him.
Last winter, I came down with Influenza A, yes the dreaded flu. I tried to push through, not realizing it was the flu. I was in the last few performances of Christmas Crackers when it came on. I remember barely being able to get on stage to say my few lines. In fact I missed the final performance because my breathing was so bad. Joe had to take me to the emergency room because I was in such breathing distress. I have rarely seen my husband scared but he was that night. Thinking what was wrong with me was more serious, we were relieved when it turned out to be Influenza. Joe took care of me. Until he succumbed to Influenza as well, except he was 90 minutes away in Lisbon, Iowa working. He tried to tough it out in his hotel room. When I finally got a hold of him he told me "I'm fine, I'm just running a fever and I'm really cold but I'm laying in bed so I'm fine" I knew how miserable he was, having been their myself just 48 hours previously and yet he never asked for help. Thankfully I was at least able to sit and drive. I loaded up Anna (who came down with the flu the day before) all of our pills and went down to rescue the man who never needs rescued.
This last Black Friday (yes I am one of those crazy people that goes out black Friday shopping and I drag my husband with me because he is a prince) on the drive home at 5:00 in the morning, driving my mom's car with her asleep in the back I have to pull over to get sick. I was literally a block from my parents house but I couldn't make it. I had gotten the dreaded stomach bug that was going around my daughters' school. Here I am, in some random driveway, squatted, getting sick, in the freezing cold and listening to a rooster crow in the black of night. My husband gets out of the car to hold my hair back. This flu was so horrible all I could say was
"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die" (imagine this is the whiniest most pitiful voice ever) Joe replies
"You're not going to die" (imagine this spoken in the most patient voice one would use with a child)
"Yes I am" (again super whiny)
Joe gets me cleaned up and into my mom's car, gets me home and tucked into bed only to be awoke by me getting sick...again. Same line of conversation as above. Now let me remind you, we have both been awake for close to 24 hours. Joe didn't complain once about being tired or bothered by taking care of me. He never does.
I have been battling a head cold for the last couple weeks. I have asthma and I tend to have a lot of trouble with sinus infections moving into my lungs. Well, yesterday I couldn't take it anymore, I felt awful and so did my oldest daughter, Anna, so she and I bundled up and went to the doctor. (we bundled up because here in the Midwest we are having some of the coldest temperatures in 20 years! Our low last night was -20 degrees F) both of us were diagnosed with sinus infections and I got a shot of steroids because I wasn't breathing well. After driving to the pharmacy across town then driving 40 minutes back to Parkerburg, I realized I was coming down with a migraine. Not a bad headache that people call a migraine. I am talking a real true need to go to the emergency room migraine. I had the aura, the nausea, sensitivity to light and sound. I had to lay in my room in complete darkness. In fact, the headache was so bad, my youngest daughter Allie had to cover up the clock radio in my room plus the space heater was emitting light so that had to be covered up too.
I later thought I was going to be sick so I went into the bathroom, no lights on and sat on the floor and prayed for...anything that would make me feel better. I guess I ended up half asleep laying on the toilet, lid down of course. Joe found me and helped me to bed. Luckily I had medicine here at home that helped with the migraine but I needed Joe's help.
At the end of January it will have been 15 years since I got up the nerve to ask out the cute US Cellular guy across the hall from the hair salon where I was working at the time. ( I will share that story at a later time) I thank God for giving me the courage because this man has turned out to be a pretty good catch.
How are you when you are sick?
Love Always Wins
Katie
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| Photo by +Katie McBride photography |
Last winter, I came down with Influenza A, yes the dreaded flu. I tried to push through, not realizing it was the flu. I was in the last few performances of Christmas Crackers when it came on. I remember barely being able to get on stage to say my few lines. In fact I missed the final performance because my breathing was so bad. Joe had to take me to the emergency room because I was in such breathing distress. I have rarely seen my husband scared but he was that night. Thinking what was wrong with me was more serious, we were relieved when it turned out to be Influenza. Joe took care of me. Until he succumbed to Influenza as well, except he was 90 minutes away in Lisbon, Iowa working. He tried to tough it out in his hotel room. When I finally got a hold of him he told me "I'm fine, I'm just running a fever and I'm really cold but I'm laying in bed so I'm fine" I knew how miserable he was, having been their myself just 48 hours previously and yet he never asked for help. Thankfully I was at least able to sit and drive. I loaded up Anna (who came down with the flu the day before) all of our pills and went down to rescue the man who never needs rescued.
This last Black Friday (yes I am one of those crazy people that goes out black Friday shopping and I drag my husband with me because he is a prince) on the drive home at 5:00 in the morning, driving my mom's car with her asleep in the back I have to pull over to get sick. I was literally a block from my parents house but I couldn't make it. I had gotten the dreaded stomach bug that was going around my daughters' school. Here I am, in some random driveway, squatted, getting sick, in the freezing cold and listening to a rooster crow in the black of night. My husband gets out of the car to hold my hair back. This flu was so horrible all I could say was
"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die" (imagine this is the whiniest most pitiful voice ever) Joe replies
"You're not going to die" (imagine this spoken in the most patient voice one would use with a child)
"Yes I am" (again super whiny)
Joe gets me cleaned up and into my mom's car, gets me home and tucked into bed only to be awoke by me getting sick...again. Same line of conversation as above. Now let me remind you, we have both been awake for close to 24 hours. Joe didn't complain once about being tired or bothered by taking care of me. He never does.
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| Photo by Katie McBride Photography |
I later thought I was going to be sick so I went into the bathroom, no lights on and sat on the floor and prayed for...anything that would make me feel better. I guess I ended up half asleep laying on the toilet, lid down of course. Joe found me and helped me to bed. Luckily I had medicine here at home that helped with the migraine but I needed Joe's help.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8I love this bible verse, I know that I am not always patient and neither is Joe. I realize I have painted him as a prince that does no wrong, which couldn't be further from the truth. Let's face it there are some days you wake up doe eyed in love and there are some days you wake up feeling like Madea and "aboust to choke the life right out 'a him". (If you don't know what I am talking you need to watch Tyler Perry's Madea's Witness Protection. Hilarious).
At the end of January it will have been 15 years since I got up the nerve to ask out the cute US Cellular guy across the hall from the hair salon where I was working at the time. ( I will share that story at a later time) I thank God for giving me the courage because this man has turned out to be a pretty good catch.
How are you when you are sick?
Love Always Wins
Katie
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