Every now and then in a marriage (or relationship) we are called upon to be a nurse maid for our other half.
I’m very proud of how I play that role. I’m always cool, calm and collected. However, Cowboy says I can be somewhat dramatic. I have no idea why.
I’m going to share a story with you about the only time I’ve ever known Cowboy to visit that big white building with the word HOSPITAL slapped on its exterior and you can witness how calm I am when an emergency strikes.
Cowboy calls me at seven o’clock one morning to let me know where he is and why-
COWBOY: (Speaking in a calm voice because he knows I’m still half a sleep) Hey, I just wanted you to know that I’m at the hospital and they are about to admit me.
ME: (Wiping my gobs of hair away from my face) Okay honey. Wait… WHAT?!
COWBOY: Calm down. Everything’s going to be okay.
ME: (Rambling off a list of questions because that’s the perfect time to do so) What do you mean you’re at a hospital? Since when? Are you okay? And more importantly, WHY?
COWBOY: Calm down Tammy. I’ve been here since five o’clock. My jaw started to tighten and my left arm went numb. They’re hookin’ me up to monitor everything.
ME: (Using my calm voice but not really) Five o’clock?! Why are you just now calling me?! I need to be there with you! I’m on my way. Where are you now?
COWBOY: I’m walking out to my truck because I think I left the tool boxes unlocked but this gown keeps flying open.
ME: What?! You can’t just walk out to your truck once they’ve admitted you. Gown?
Let’s get a picture of this-
Cowboy is wearing his cowboy hat, boots and a hospital gown while he’s walking out of the exit door with his flip phone at his ear…Sweet Jesus.
…to be cont’d next Sunday y’all. Tammy π
