Originally Posted: Thursday, December 24, 2009
“In sickness and in health…” was all I could think about on Friday when my boyfriend started throwing up this past Thursday night. Sure, I had to get up at the crack of dawn, but that didn’t matter. The world literally came to a standstill because he wasn’t well and not out of obligation but sheer concern did I stand in the doorway and rub his back, offer him tissue, something to drink and *gasp* took a wet tile and wiped the vomit that splattered all over the toilet and the floor.
Generally I have a very weak stomach. The SOUND of someone getting sick makes me queasy, but here I was not only watching this very humbling process, but CLEANING it up, without a gag or without holding my breath. We would repeat that process 3 or 4 more times that night until the morning. He said, “you know you love a nucca when you clean up his vomit,” and went on to say he didn’t know any other woman who’d do that.
2 days later, I got the stomach flu and he canceled all plans (including work) to be there by my side. He brought me a rubber band to hold up my hair, and even made me laugh, “that’s right, worship the toilet God, kneel before the toilet God.” Despite my protest, he insisted that I stay in bed for the next 24 hours, (including handling dinner for the night).
Even when things get ugly, love remains. It “toughens up” to fill in for temporary (or permanent) weakness and it does things that seemed impossible in the past. We were both “tore up from the floor up” literally, but we filled in automatically & “loved” each other back to health…