For those of you who follow my writing, it's been about a month since I've posted anything new, and while I feel bad about not putting out new content, the reasons for my abscence gave me something to think about and I'd like to share.
My Husband and I spent an entire day filming for our local PCA (Porsche Car Club) on a cold, rainy Saturday. I absolutely love being out with him, lugging around equipment, setting up shots, etc. I'm a grip, 1st AC, second pair of eyes, time moniter, lunch runner, and more. And I love it. There's no place I'd rather be. The problem with doing something you truly love though, is remembering to take care of yourself while you're doing it.
I was bundled in a big coat, carrying an umbrella, beanie pulled low over my ears, hubby asking me if I was cold every half hour - and I wasn't - for the most part. See, the thing I wasn't saying, because I wasn't paying much attention to it, was that my feet were soaked. I had tennis shoes on and we were mucking and sloshing about on the wet tarmac for eight hours. Well, even though we had a great day despite the cold and rain and got some spectacular shots, the next day I woke feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.
Chills wracked by body, fever clouded my brain, and body aches, rolled across my muscles like merciless invaders destroying a beautiful landscape. I was miserable. My husband, being the good man he is, took care of me for the better part of a week, feeding me, showering me, giving me the Nyquil drugs to help me sleep - all while continuing his work and picking up some of the slack for my portion.
One night, just when I started to feel marginally better, my Husband came to bed sniffling. "Oh no." I thought, hoping above hope that he hadn't contracted my illness. "Are you okay?" I asked, reaching for his forehead. It was hot. Really hot. I knew we were doomed. He said he felt kind of bad, but he would be okay, take some Nyquil, and sleep it off. He took said Nyquil, but instead of sleeping, he lay in the bed, moaning while I covered his feet and forehead with cool, damp towels.
His fever lasted only the night, but the rest of it rolled right along for the next week. Needless to say, very few things got done the week he was sick. All appointments were cancelled, no editing or planning was done. I kept in contact with new and potential clients through emails, updated a couple things on our website, but not much else. Spring is our busiest time of year and we were like the giant in Gulliver's travels, tied in the sand, unable to rise from the illnesses that took us down.
So, it's been about a month now, and we are nearly caught up on all the work we missed. It's been a little stressful, but we've also been careful to get good sleep, eat well, and protect our healing bodies. We definitely do NOT want a relapse!
I titled this post In Sickness & In Health because that's what our relationship is. That's what I hope for everyone who's in relationships. My Husband and I have far more good times than bad, but there are bad times - it's inevitable. The key to keeping the relationship healthy however, is taking the hard times in stride, looking out for your partner, and having a bit of grace. During the time my Husband was caretaking me, he knew work was being missed, important work, paying work, but he also has in his heart that my well-being is more important than any work that needs to be done.
It's the same for me. The week he was ill, there was no sick-pay, no reimbursment for all the things we had to cancel that week. But I gladly cleared the schedule and took care of him as best I could while recovering myself, because he's the most important thing. We have great clients and most of them were happy to reschedule and concerned that we get well soon, but we did also lose some opportunities in those couple weeks.
His health is more important to me than any amount of money we may miss out on. More jobs will come, more clients will find us, more money will be made, but there will never be another Husband. He's my #1 priority and I am his. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, til death do us part. And on that one, we've already decided we're going together. We're going to live to be one-hundred and die in bed next to each other. So yeah, it's him and it's me and we're in this thing together - even when it's not pretty.
At this point, we're mostly caught up with everything just in time to take off next week for Texas. We're flying out to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday, and will be there for most of the week. So, you get knocked down, but you help each other up and you're stronger and better for it in the long run.
Thanks for reading my thoughtful Friday post - 30 Days of D/s will be back next week!
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