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As I’ve mentioned in a few posts that I am an artist in some form. My husband is a paramedic/fireman, he loves all things gross, so when dealing with hurts, sickness, or the like I seek his help. This week, however the tables have turned. I am nursing him.
One of my passions in life has been being his wife, and being able to take care of him is a joy to me. He’s never been so helpless before, and understandably its uncomfortable. At first being a patient was not easy for him. He was getting up to get his own water, help me put the kids to bed and other things. I did have to be a little harsh with him to sit down and let me take care of him. Three days into it, and I think he is getting more comfortable.;)
As far as my nursing ability is concerned…with every scrap, fever, and ouch I too am getting more comfortable.
