So the Husband had one heck of a stressful week.
He is in the military, and is trying to qualify right now... which basically includes, studying, studying, testing, asking questions, drills, going in extra early, getting yelled at a lot, not really understanding or being able to truly identify with what you are trying to learn because you aren't actually near what you are studying to operate, staying late some nights, spending some nights at work, generally being over worked, over tired, and pushed to a certain limit beyond most rational human limits, and then being pushed harder. So the Husband decided that since he was going to be staying at work until 10 ish thursday night and had to be at work by 6 the next morning that he would just spend the night at work and study and get more qualifications. Sounds good and responsible and so it is. Then Friday he had duty, and thus decided that it would be good to stay the night then too because he could basically get solid one on one time with some higher ranked personnel so that he could get even farther. And then Saturday, he had taken someone elses duty day because they had a doc appt with there pregnant wife, so he had to be at work then as well. Generally if there is a really chill person in lead on weekend then they generally can get off work around 2 ish in the afternoons. But alas, that is not how it works when the lead isn't chill. So the Husband ends up not getting off until 5pm. Now I had a baby shower to go to that started at five, and since all of the wives were going to be there all of the husbands decided to go out and generally get all around drunk. (I've got no problem with drinking and having fun). And since everyone knows that my husband doesn't drink or smoke, and has offered to always be DD when these things happen, he got voluntold to be DD. He had no problem with that, (neither did I.)
The baby shower ended roughly around 9 or 930. And all of the wives packed up and left on there way, assuming that the menwouldn't be out much longer since the place why went to closed at 10. So I helped clean up my friend (and Baby Shower Party Hostess Extraordanaire's) house, and came home.
**I hadn't been feeling well at all for several days, and yesterday, I decided that the pain was rather grueling and decided to take the Hidrocodone that the DR. prescribed for me, but I rarely take because I hate taking strong medication. But since I was queasy and hadn't eaten all day, the medicine instead of working made me more sick and in more pain. Luckily my mom is awesome, and calmed me down over the phone and got me to sleep and when I woke up around 4 the pain and decreased enough for me to be able to go to the party.
So anyways, I got back to the house and started hurting pretty much again, and decided to take a hot bubble bath wait for the Husband, then when he got home we'd go to sleep.
10 pm...
1030...
11...
1130...
12am...
1230...
1...
130...
2 ... the husband walks in the door exhausted and looking really pale. I figured that he was going to be tired and honestly I wasn't mad at him after all he was just the DD, making sure that everybody else was okay, and could have fun and then he would cheuffer them back to their houses and then come home after spending the evening and early morning with drunk men... (sounds fun...).
He comes and lays in the bed next to me, and even in my medicinal semi coma I notice that he doesn't look okay. But he just goes to sleep and thats that. We wake up this morning and he is sick. SICK AS A DAMN DOG. Like body achey, head hurt, really warm all over, gunky sore throat... and I'm just so frustrated that he hasn't been able to really treat himself right for the past several days because he has put both his job and his friends in front of his health. And as much as I admire that, and love him so much for it, it still bothers me that he got this sick. I've let him sleep all day and basically took care of him, I took his temp tonight and it was 101.6 so I'm taking him to work in the morning to the Doc can declare him to sick to work and he can come home and go right back to bed.
While I went grocery shopping tonight I found the most adorable orange daisies so I bought them to cheer him up! I love my husband so much... I just wish I could make him never be sick, cause I hate feeling like I can't help...
Please keep the Husband in your thoughts and prayers that he will get better soon!
With Love,
Jude
He is in the military, and is trying to qualify right now... which basically includes, studying, studying, testing, asking questions, drills, going in extra early, getting yelled at a lot, not really understanding or being able to truly identify with what you are trying to learn because you aren't actually near what you are studying to operate, staying late some nights, spending some nights at work, generally being over worked, over tired, and pushed to a certain limit beyond most rational human limits, and then being pushed harder. So the Husband decided that since he was going to be staying at work until 10 ish thursday night and had to be at work by 6 the next morning that he would just spend the night at work and study and get more qualifications. Sounds good and responsible and so it is. Then Friday he had duty, and thus decided that it would be good to stay the night then too because he could basically get solid one on one time with some higher ranked personnel so that he could get even farther. And then Saturday, he had taken someone elses duty day because they had a doc appt with there pregnant wife, so he had to be at work then as well. Generally if there is a really chill person in lead on weekend then they generally can get off work around 2 ish in the afternoons. But alas, that is not how it works when the lead isn't chill. So the Husband ends up not getting off until 5pm. Now I had a baby shower to go to that started at five, and since all of the wives were going to be there all of the husbands decided to go out and generally get all around drunk. (I've got no problem with drinking and having fun). And since everyone knows that my husband doesn't drink or smoke, and has offered to always be DD when these things happen, he got voluntold to be DD. He had no problem with that, (neither did I.)
The baby shower ended roughly around 9 or 930. And all of the wives packed up and left on there way, assuming that the menwouldn't be out much longer since the place why went to closed at 10. So I helped clean up my friend (and Baby Shower Party Hostess Extraordanaire's) house, and came home.
**I hadn't been feeling well at all for several days, and yesterday, I decided that the pain was rather grueling and decided to take the Hidrocodone that the DR. prescribed for me, but I rarely take because I hate taking strong medication. But since I was queasy and hadn't eaten all day, the medicine instead of working made me more sick and in more pain. Luckily my mom is awesome, and calmed me down over the phone and got me to sleep and when I woke up around 4 the pain and decreased enough for me to be able to go to the party.
So anyways, I got back to the house and started hurting pretty much again, and decided to take a hot bubble bath wait for the Husband, then when he got home we'd go to sleep.
10 pm...
1030...
11...
1130...
12am...
1230...
1...
130...
2 ... the husband walks in the door exhausted and looking really pale. I figured that he was going to be tired and honestly I wasn't mad at him after all he was just the DD, making sure that everybody else was okay, and could have fun and then he would cheuffer them back to their houses and then come home after spending the evening and early morning with drunk men... (sounds fun...).
He comes and lays in the bed next to me, and even in my medicinal semi coma I notice that he doesn't look okay. But he just goes to sleep and thats that. We wake up this morning and he is sick. SICK AS A DAMN DOG. Like body achey, head hurt, really warm all over, gunky sore throat... and I'm just so frustrated that he hasn't been able to really treat himself right for the past several days because he has put both his job and his friends in front of his health. And as much as I admire that, and love him so much for it, it still bothers me that he got this sick. I've let him sleep all day and basically took care of him, I took his temp tonight and it was 101.6 so I'm taking him to work in the morning to the Doc can declare him to sick to work and he can come home and go right back to bed.
While I went grocery shopping tonight I found the most adorable orange daisies so I bought them to cheer him up! I love my husband so much... I just wish I could make him never be sick, cause I hate feeling like I can't help...
With Love,
Jude
