The Good Wife, Otherwise Entitled "Suck It Up"

I feel I should preface this with two things.

1.  Kevin has always been a little on the neurotic side.  Mountains out of molehills and such.  Especially about health.  I'm not sure we know anyone else like that, do we?  Apples and trees, yo.

2.  When I'm asleep, truly asleep, I'm not a nice person at all when woken up.  

Many, many moons ago, Kevin woke me up around 1 or 2am to tell me his stomach hurt.  He was saying it was like gas, but it wouldn't go away.  

I was asleep, understand. I believe Andy was still young and had slept a total of 15 hours his entire life (it doesn't matter the age; he's 12 now and has probably slept a total of 25 hours).

And here was this man-child whining about a tummy ache.  And I was NOT HAPPY.  He got up out of bed, did the whole bathroom thing, the Pepto thing and came back to bed.  And juuuuuuuust as I was drifting back to sweet sleep, he started in again.  

And then said he thought he needed to go to the ER.  

Now, keep in mind we had kids asleep too.  Just sayin' that I'm not the kind of mom to just run off in the middle of the night and leave the kids asleep in their beds.  And that is totally rational and reasonable.

But I may not have said it like that.  I may have growled "well then go to the ER if you think you need to."  And promptly covered my head with the blanket to end this nonsense.

He went to the ER.  You know, after tapping my shoulder to tell me it...just as I was drifting off again.

I was so pissed.

Try to understand.  When you live with OCD, you live with The Issues.  Whatever The Issues are, they are always something that needs to be focused on.  OVER AND OVER AGAIN until that hamster wheel has completely broken into 50 tiny pieces.  So I do my best to understand and be compassionate.  

Ahem.

SoI drifted off to sleep again, while my husband took himself to the ER.  THAT'S compassion, yo.  Only to be woken up by Kevin who told me that the ER was so busy and that he had gotten through triage but then left.

I may or may not have cared.  A bit.  The man had woken me up three times now for a FREAKIN' TUMMY ACHE.

Not 30 minutes later again, he tapped me away to tell me he was going back.  I think I swore at him and told him to just go and not come back until he was fine.  

Less than an hour later, the phone rang.  It was Kevin.

"Kristin, I'm in the ER and my appendix has almost ruptured and they're prepping me for surgery. You might want to come up here."

Well.

All that needs to be said is there needs to be a statute of limitations on using this as a weapon in marriage.