Monday, July 07, 2008

What Love Sounds Like

When Rey and I venture more than two minutes from a local hospital, I feel the compulsion to brief him on the “state of my health.” I do this so that in the event I unexpectedly lose consciousness, he can serve as my liaison with the hospital, and hopefully facilitate a speedy and accurate diagnosis. Yesterday, when we set out for our daily hike, it was no different.

As we approached the mouth of the trail, I customarily rattled off my recent problems with consistent headaches and unforgiving chest pain. I continued on about random, painful bruising, then finished up with a spelling of my new birth control prescription and a quick note on how the medication could possibly be causing blood clotting.

I paused to catch my breath, and what did my loving boyfriend look at me and say?

“Man, I hope I’m around when you actually do kick the bucket.”

10 comments:

The Maven said...

Well I mean, why have all that information if you can never put it to good use? I know I felt gratified after performing the Heimlich maneuver on someone.

Sure that someone was my son and I hope to never EVER relive that experience, but in retrospect it was kind of neat to actually try it out.

It's all in my head.... hopefully. said...

Rey is exactly what someone like you (us) needs :) And, again, I do the same thing to my husband. Too funny. Hope you're well otherwise :)

~*Jobthingy*~ said...

ahh.. love.. LOL

Lucia Metcalf said...

where are you Leila??

Disturbed Stranger said...

That's love for you ;)

Beautifully written!

~*Jobthingy*~ said...

just checking in, its been a while since your last post. hope you are well. lots of love

Anonymous said...

Miss you Leila!

Anonymous said...

I was wondering what happened to the posts. You don't think that something really happened to her do you?

Anonymous said...

Sure hope not...her posts have helped me alot with my own hypochondria. Check in soon Leila, we're all thinking of you!

Anonymous said...

I think my husband has said those exact same words to me. True love for sure.

Great blog, btw. Reading about mental illness is one of my favorite ways to pass time (in addition to obsessing over death and weight and several other things, of course).