IT'S BACK!!!

PART ONE:

A young new bride... naive, bags packed and head full of dreams. Dreaming about the new med school and her part to play. The badge of "Wifey" she wore proudly and dreamt of how heroic  her role would be. A housewife whose job never ended. A stage manager, if you will, who silently prepared the way for the man in the spot light... allowing nothing for him to worry about so as to leave his full focus on his school work. The ironing of shirts, washing of dishes, folding of laundry, doing the laundry, sweeping the floors, making the bed, setting up house, vacuuming the floors, getting the mail, and paying the bills would be my means of laying the red carpet.

Um, yeah right.

Reality hits, bags unpacked, naive mindset stripped from me like a splash of cold water waking you up. If anything, I have become more like that red headed freckley kid who hangs out at the pool with his sunscreen not rubbed in, walking up to the high dive. Now he knows good and well that because he can't swim, he shouldn't be doing it but the taste of adventure gets the best of him and just like the other times that he's tried, it results in an urgent call of mayday mayday, and someone has to come and rescue him.

In short, non metaphorical terms. The bacteria is back! And Zach had to take me to the ER for the second time this month, and once again has forcibly been put in charge of charting my medicine taking, warming up the soup, counting the bottles of liquid that I've taken in that day, and making routing calls of checking in so that he may properly inform the army back home that was channelling many of their thoughts on me. Psh, red carpet my foot. How silly of me!

But it's neat how the Lord works that way. How He humbles you to a point which should be claimed embarrassment so that you may properly see the blessings that are showered upon you daily. I mean I hadn't even been in the urgent care for two hours before I had a Costco size pack of water and multipack gatorade awaiting me on my doorstep. And then Zach so graciously had given up his dinner (which, if you know the boy, you understand the severity of the sacrifice made) time, plus extra overtime, to keep me company on the less than comfortable "pad" (that they kept mistakenly calling bed) they had offered me. Although he was fighting near starvation and all of him wanted to be in a place other than this (a feeling I am sure is commonly held there each and every day), he pushed that aside to be his goofy self and keep me distracted for the torturous pain my stomach was so generously offering me. And then, there was the boatloads of love from home.... I mean Zach was more or less putting in full time on top of his school work to answer all of the texts. I especially liked the one from my sister that he got at 5 am that said "how is she doing?"                 "Oh... just remembered the time difference, my bad." Now THAT is red carpet. I knew all I needed to do was to pick up a phone or computer and within 15 minutes, I could have whatever my heart (or most importantly) stomach, desired.