my soul to keep

March 9th, 2009
We wake up normal week day morning time. He heads to the shower ... and well, you know what happens. If not, review some older posts.
On the drive to the Doctor's I recall how earnest he was in telling me to call him right away at his work. I never call his work. I have the number but I know how busy he is so I never bother. However with something like this, Mr Big Man wants to know right away.
The Doctor's office is very nice. I have never been here before, in fact Mr Big Man told me to try this place. This is where his Doctor is. The wait was short. The Doctor was super friendly as were the nurses.
I detail all my issues. She asks me more questions. I answer.
"Well, from what you told me this fits perfectly into the scenario that you have a tumor in or around your pituitary gland. We need to get a MRI done. This is not something to wait on, we need to act now."
They schedule it for tomorrow.
I removed myself from the situation so I was very calm. I took all the information on where the MRI was and how to prepare, etc. I am so very calm.
I call Mr Big Man. It goes to his voice mail. Well hot damn that is a sexy voice mail. How come he does not talk like that normally? I hang up and call back. WOW. I like!! That is one hell of a sexy voice mail. I will have to call every day to listen to that!! I leave a message telling him to call me and how much I enjoyed his voice mail.
I call my Dad and he is busy so I talk to my Step-Mom. I call my Mom.
Mr Big Man calls me back. I tell him what is up. The appointment is during lunch tomorrow. He asks if he could have lunch with me before or after the MRI. I want to but have to decline due to work.
As the day goes on I tell more people. They all tell me not to worry. It will be OK.
It will be OK, right? I can't die from this, right? I might have to have brain surgery but it will be OK, right? Right??
RIGHT!!????
I start to pray and one particular prayer comes to mind. Do you remember this?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Everything will be OK. It has to be.

coffee with cream please

March 6th, 2009
Every morning after a sleep over he gets out of bed first. I get to snuggle into the covers where it is warm and cat nap.
I hear him turn the shower on. The tap, tap of the razor hitting the sink tells me he is shaving. I hear him get in the shower. I imagine the water flowing from the shower head and hitting his body. I love the sound of the water hitting the floor in big splashes.
The shower turns off. The towel comes off the shower door. Time for me to get up.
I walk into the bathroom. Usually he is hanging out in the closet picking out his clothes so he does not see the HUGE bed hair I have. I try to tap it down a bit so it is not so poofy. I weigh myself. The morning weight in is the most accurate one of the day, I believe this will all my heart! He walks out of the closet to greet me. Sometimes I let him read the numbers ... sometimes I don't. I make some mention of the moon effecting the scale weights.
He leaves to let the dogs out.
I brush my teeth, take my shower, do my hair and make up and get dressed. I make his bed.
When I walk into the kitchen I find him eating breakfast and he has a hot cup of coffee with creamer all ready for me.
He offers me breakfast, I turn it down and take the coffee. Give him a kiss and he walks me to my car.
I get another kiss and off I go driving during the sunrise to work.
I love that from day 1 he has made me coffee. Just for me. Not him, just for me.