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So, Shea mentioned in the small hugs thread that after she got her flu shot this year, she had a bad reaction and is under the weather today. That reminded me of the one-and-only time I got a flu shot, and a few weeks later got the worst flu of my life. I must have gotten a flu shot for the wrong strain of flu or something. In any case, I was terribly sick - it started off in the head and then moved into the chest.
Of course, being a person who is completely lacking in patience, I failed to take care of myself properly. As soon as I felt a slight bit better, I would go back to work and...relapse. A lot. I think I was sick on and off for about six months.
Meanwhile, I happened to meet my future DH at an event around Christmastime. Neither of us wanted to attend, but were sort of dragged there by friends.
We hit it off, started dating
, and then the relationship
evolved into something more serious.
Well, one night he took me to a lovely restaurant for dinner. I wasn't feeling particularly good that day. I think I was having kind of a relapse, only this time (or maybe it was something altogether different) it was more of a mild stomach upset.
Dinner was fine. We went back to his place after to watch a movie. Suddenly, I became very
unwell. For those of you who are squeamish, I'll leave out any details whatsoever. Let's just say it was not a glamorous moment for me. I was so terribly sick, for about thirty seconds I was seriously contemplating asking FDH to summons an ambulance for me. Also, because it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, I thought for sure he would NEVER want to see me again.
But do you know what that sweetie did? Instead of kicking me out of his house, he picked me up, put me in the guest bedroom, and tended to me for the rest of the night, called into work for me the next day, and took me to urgent care - and then filled my prescription and nursed me for the rest of the weekend until I was well enough to get back home and recover.
If that wasn't enough, a week later, he did something even more amazing for me. I worked in a small newspaper bureau in a strip mall. Right next door was a small pet shop. Well, one day, someone dropped off a basket of kittens in front of their door. When I returned after covering a story later that morning, I saw the shop owner take the kittens inside. I thought he was going to adopt them out.
A few days later, I went outside for some air and he was outside. I asked him if he still had any kittens, because I LOVE them and thought I might try to talk my landlord into letting me buy one. The pet shop owner, to my horror, told me he had them all put down because it was too expensive to "prepare" them for adoption.
I cannot report here what my reaction was, because it was distinctly not
e-hell approved, having involved the use of several unsavory expletives.
A few days later, someone dropped off another basket of kittens in front of the
pet shop. (This was a semi-rural community with a lot of nearby farms. I figured someone's farm cat or cats had a couple of litters and probably thought this was the best way to adopt them out, not realizing the pet shop owners were going to have them destroyed instead. Goodness knows I certainly didn't know that until they told me.)
I usually got to the office by around 8, well before the pet shop owners arrived and opened the chop. This time, I stole the kittens. Yes. I stole them. I don't care. There were six adorable, sweet, innocent little baby kittens in there and I was NOT going to let these murderers (!) get their hands on them. I do not apologize for that. Sorry.
Anyway, I had no idea what I was going to do with six fuzz babies, but I had to do something
. The first person I could think of was FDH (although he wasn't my future husband YET), wondering if he had any ideas. He came right over, picked up the basket, and took them to his vet that he used for his own pets. FDH asked me to pick out three of of them that I liked. So, he got them examined, immunized and spayed and told me they were mine. The other three? Ended up being adopted by the vet, Dr. SuperWonderful best animal doctor EVER
At that moment, even though I suspected FDH was fantastic for how he handled me being sick, I knew without a doubt I would love this man forever.
A month later, he asked me...and I didn't have to think about it for a moment. Nine days ago we celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary. I'm hoping for nine times more years together.
And Frankie, Ding-Ding and Baby still live with us today...the three adorable sisters who now have four feline non-biological brothers. And more, once we get back into a house of our own.
So...that's my story of how I fell in love with my spouse. Sorry for it being so long - extra super chocolate chip cookies for you if you've made it this far - do you want to share how or why you knew you'd found The One?