Blissed Out…

Yesterday morning I woke up in pain.

I had cramps that radiated down to my knees.  We went to church and I forced smiles all through the service and the potluck afterwards.

Eventually, I could no longer feign being “just fine.”

In the middle of talking with a friend, a cramp hit me so hard I nearly went to my knees but sucked it up and went to find Howard instead.

“We need to go home…NOW.” I whispered to him as I clutched his arm through another spasm.

By the time we made it to our driveway, I was frantic.  I didn’t know what to do with myself.  I was scared because these were supposedly menstrual cramps.  Something my fellow female readers can all relate to.  I’ve had cramps and they’re usually just a minor annoyance that make me a little crabby.  These cramps were multiplied by about a million.

Howard helped me into the house and helped me out of my clothes and into pajamas, brought me some pain meds, and put me to bed on the couch.  I zapped out for nearly 5 hours.  When I woke up, I was groggy but the pain was gone.

I even cooked dinner for both of us against his protests.

This morning, the pain was back.  I took 2 more Naproxen and was determined to make it through the work day.  Luckily, I did.

As soon as I got home, Howard covered me with a blanket as I collapsed on the couch again.  He asked me what I wanted for dinner.  I felt bad.  He’d worked a full day too.  But he offered with a smile.

“Anything you want, baby.” 

“Honey, you don’t have to cook anything for me…you’ve worked a long day too.”

“Well, you’re feeling sick…you should really be off your feet.”

I gave him a grateful smile as he made a mental grocery list.  He told me he had one condition:  That I change into my pajamas.

I gave him one condition:  That he kiss me before he left.

He walked through the door with his bounty in hand a short time later.  He handed me a bag of Cracker Jacks…”I figured this was a little healthier than a candy bar.”

I pulled him down into a big hug and whispered a “Thank you” in his ear as I choked back my tears.

Maybe it was the hormones, who knows.  All I know is, there’s no better pain medicine than love.

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