Of Love & Other Drugs
Of love and other drugs.
Tonight as Valentines weekend comes to a close and for the next few nights, my husband, J, will show me the single greatest act of love I have yet to see in our marriage. It is not that he lives with the Kitteh, to whom he is allergic. It is not the beautiful steak and lobster dinner he made me (although it was delicious). Tonight, J will do something he has learned to do for me so that the nurses don't have to. He will give me my medication through the IV the home healthcare nurse started yesterday. It is a four medication cocktail designed to pull me out of a horrendous cycle of migraines I've gotten into. He knows I'm more comfortable when it's just us because the medication makes me sleepy. He observed the nurses until he knew just what do, telling them he could handle it for me. "It's ok" he'll say as he places the tendril of hair that has fallen in front of my eyes back behind my ear, "go to sleep honey."
When my medication is finished he will silently unhook it and flush my IV while I sleep. I know that sometimes this life is not easy for him, sometimes he's frustrated when I can't go to work or even meet friends for dinner, but by god if that's not love then I don't know what is. Happy Valentines Day from our little family to yours.
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