In our life we sort of mark the days by how long it has been since the last doctor's visit, or last trip to the emergency room or the last hospitalization. Of late, we've done pretty well. We spend a lot of time with the good Dr. Martindale and his crack staff, but we haven't seen the inside of Providence since November (I'm knocking on wood even as we speak).
Marty has suffered from a number of bouts with upper respiratory infections but we have managed to stay on top of them and keep them in check. Every day we are not in the hospital is a good day to me. Marty has a really good friend, we will call her Dr. LB to preserve her reputation, always told her, "stay out of hospitals, bad stuff happens there". Good advise, lots of nasty bugs running around all those sick people.
And yes, I think I did break her ribs or at least tear some cartilage in her rib wall. We went to see the good Dr this afternoon where they managed once more to squeeze us into their really busy day at Providence Family Medicine. And no, I didn't crush my bride. I was trying to get her into the back seat of the car and we got stuck, so being the "bull in the china closet kind of guy" I thought I would just gently lift her up and move he about six inches. I lifted and things kind of popped and it hurt her. I really hate that. Marty gets "handled" so often, and I know she really doesn't like that and then I go and break her rib, genius.
So one more bullet in the old guilt gun. Marty has become such a sweet person, she always says the right thing. I say, "I'm sorry", she always says, "It's okay, I'm fine". Then I say, "I hate it when I hurt you like that", she then looks at me with those sweet blue eyes and says, "so do I". Got to love her.