I'm grateful, but not just grateful in a generalized way. This week, I'm grateful for the particulars of my life. Those who know me well can attest that I often tell anyone who will listen that I am "the luckiest man alive." I say this because of my wife. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. That always true, generally speaking. But after being sick, and I mean really sick, for six days last week, I am grateful for Em in a more particular way. Here's why I'm so grateful.
When I came home from work ten days ago, aching all over, burning up with fever, and clueless as to what was wrong with me, Em took action. She took my temperature, and gave me Tylenol. She consulted Web MD. She consulted with the CVS pharmacist, called the UNC Healthline, and drove me to the ER (all while setting up childcare for our son). She sat with me in the ER, facing her significant fear of needles, as various medical personel poked and stuck me for hours on end.
When I went home, and got worse, she took me back to the ER, and stayed with me until admitted to the hospital. Upon discharge, she assumed (with the help of friends) all childcare responsibilities while I recovered.
Yes, dear friends, I am the luckiest man alive. I am married to the love of my life, who was there for me this week "in sickness" just as she has been "in health."
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