My Martian Husband

I have gall bladder issues.  My doctor told me that surgery is an option.  But he also told me if I do have the surgery,  there is a 33% chance that my condition will improve, a 33% chance it will remain the same and a 33% chance that it could get worse.

Not liking those odds, I asked if there was another alternative.  He told me to stay away from fatty and fried foods.   Which I do....most of the time.

I've been feeling pretty good lately.  And when I feel good, I seem to sort of forget about that "staying away from certain foods" thing.

On Thursday, I picked at some of my Ross' fries.   No problem.  So on Friday I figured, hey, I can order my own fries to with that ruben panini.

And last night as I was walking the floor, feeling miserable, I was making promises to who ever was listening....."Never again, never, ever, again"

So as I  was lying in bed with my heating pad, moaning "ugh I don't feel good;" and getting up every few minutes to run to the bathroom, Ross was lying next to me snoring and sound asleep.

My puppy, Rico, was worried about me.  I could tell because every time I would get up to use the bathroom, he would be waiting outside the door for me.

Rico after our rough night

I finally fell asleep at around 4:00 a.m.  I was pretty grouchy when I woke up, mostly from lack of sleep.

My grouchy lack of sleep mood led to Ross and I having the most frustrating "Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus" conversation.

me:  "You could at least ask me how I am feeling this morning?'
him:  "Huh?"
me:   "You know I was pretty sick last night and you were sound asleep"
him:   "Well, if I was sound asleep, how was I supposed to know you were sick? "
me:    "Didn't I tell you my stomach was upset? Didn't you see me in bed with my heating pad and my ear phones in?   Didn't you hear me getting up to run to the bathroom every few minutes?"  (translation:  "Don't you care about me?")
him repeating:  "I was asleep, how was I supposed to know?"

Believe me this is just a snippet of the conversation.  It branched out and went around and around with him looking pretty confused most of the time.

Finally after about 20 minutes of this, I could see the light bulb pop up over his head.

He came over to me, put his arms around me.

him:  "I'm sorry you were not feeling well. How do you feel now?  Can I fix you breakfast?   I care about you, you know. "

me smiling:  "I know you do."

The flowers Ross brought home for me today