As of today, Mike and I have been married for three years. It feels like it's barely even been a year, yet at the same time it feels like we've been married forever.
Happy anniversary, handsome!
Recently in Mike Category
I just got home a few minutes ago, even though today was supposed to be a half-day. Just as I was leaving work this afternoon Mike called me to ask if I could come pick him up and take him to the hospital because he was pretty sure he was having a heart attack. He's pranked me with similar calls before so it took me a couple of minutes to determine he was serious, after which I immediately headed up north to get him. While I was getting on the road, his clients ended up calling the paramedics for him, and by the time I was halfway there, the paramedics had picked him up and were en route to the hospital in an ambulance. One of his clients was kind enough to give me directions to the hospital, but I still managed to get turned around and ended up in DC before I finally made my way to the right place, and then when I got there, some feisty little lady in the ER tried telling me that I couldn't go back to see him until after I'd waited 15 - 20 minutes. She wouldn't even check the computer to see if he was registered or not! I burst into tears, and she tried to placate me by telling me that Mike was going to be fine (which was rich since she hadn't even bothered to look to see who he was!), then FINALLY she went back to check and see which room he was in.
They did chest x-rays, EKGs, bloodwork, checked for blood clots, damage to his heart - the works. All the tests came back negative, though, so they're not sure what happened to him. The doctor didn't want to "diagnose" him with something just to give it a label, but he told us that if it happened again, we should go to Mike's regular doctor and arrange to have more tests done. I'm praying that this is an isolated incident, because driving up from work knowing that Mike was being taken to the hospital and worrying that something horrible was going to happen before I got there is not an experience I ever, ever want to repeat. I was so scared he was going to die. I know I've joked about this being the year of the health insurance, but C'MON.
My work is having a family-invited event on Friday. In the past I haven't been too excited about these things, but this is a pretty major one, so Mike and I are both going to be attending. I'm pretty excited because this will be the first time he'll have been in my office. I'm preparing by cleaning up like someone getting their house ready for a date to visit, which is funny since I've been with Mike for almost five years, and we've lived together for almost four years. He knows what kind of clutter I am capable of producing, so it's not like a messy desk is going to come as a surprise to him, and yet here I am, tidying up paperwork, wiping down the top of the desk, and making sure everything looks all spiffy for Friday.
Our anniversary trip was fantastic. We spent the majority of our time away relaxing, doing nothing more taxing than reading and coordinating internet time, although we did make a trip out to pick up some books and have dinner.
The dogs did very well on their first real vacation with us. No one was carsick, there were no accidents at the bed & breakfast, and even though they barked ferociously when they saw the owner's dog, they were amicable enough after the initial furor was over. They do need to get used to traveling, however. Jordan settled down quickly enough in the truck, but Maddy and Max took turns squeaking the entire trip there. They were a little calmer on the way home, thankfully, but I'm still determined to get them used to car trips before our next anniversary. Aside from the traveling, the hardest part for them was staying off the furniture. At home they have their run of whatever furniture they can reach to curl up on, so not jumping up on the chairs was a challenge for them, as was refraining from burrowing under the blanket I put up on the bed for them to lay on. Max in particular had a hard time not doing that, but eventually she gave up with a huge sigh to let me know she was Not Pleased.
(picture courtesy of Mike)
When we got there on Friday we unloaded the truck, got the dogs settled, and ordered pizza before settling in for our four days of leisure. Saturday was spent in our suite, punctuated only by a quick trip out to get drinks. We debated walking to the nearby gas station but opted to drive because of the angry-looking clouds overhead - a wise decision, as it turned out, because as soon as we pulled onto the road, it started pouring. It would have been quite an uncomfortable walk in that downpour.
Sunday we had intended to spend in our suite as well, but we decided to make that our main trip out. We stopped and picked up some more books and magazines, just in case we ran out, and then had dinner before returning to the bed and breakfast for the evening. We watched The Descent shortly after we got back, and it's a good thing I hadn't seen it before our last trip there. There is no way Chicken Little here would have wanted to go see the caverns fresh on the heels of that movie!
Monday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday - lots of napping, reading, and relaxing, with a trip out for drinks thrown in for good measure. I did walk to a local grocery store, but that was the only real change in our routine.
We didn't have to check out until noon on Tuesday, so we were able to have a nice leisurely morning, sleeping in and taking our time getting everything packed up. We made our now-customary stop at the Blue Ridge Pottery studio so I could pick up more things for our kitchen.
(picture courtesy of Mike)
The following is just a small random sampling of the gajillion reasons why Mike is the best husband evar:
When I had to work late last week and was craving lasagna, he tried to get lasagna for me, and when that fell through, he made sure I came home to a more than acceptable substitute - pizza and cheese-bread.
I started Weight Watchers this weekend, and he offered to start following the points system too, just to be supportive of me.
He went to the grocery store with me on Sunday, even though it was much later than either of us usually likes to be out running errands on a Sunday, and he was EXTREMELY patient with me, even when we had to backtrack because my list wasn't very organized.
