The Punishment Book

(Read the previous post first if you want the back-story)

OK. Full tummy and some time off of my sore butt and now I'm ready to continue. :) I'm sitting on two pillows as I write this but it still hurts. *sigh*

So, I got to Dave's and he was still in the shower. I was all nervous and having trouble looking at him when he got out of the shower and greeted me. I did spill that I had something else to tell him but that DH told me I shouldn't tell him until after. He guessed right away why that was, which I thought was sort of eerie -- do they ALL think alike? He says, "It's so ridiculous that he figures it's going to require a separate punishment?"  I just blushed. "Well, we're going to follow his lead. He's got more experience than both of us, and he knows what the big secret is. If he told you to wait on telling me then you're going to wait."

Dave has started a new job where he will be travelling a lot - 3 or 4 days a week - and it put me into panic mode, in some ways. I always feel somewhat at odds in this relationship -- wanting to be the strong, loving life-partner that is there to be his rock; wanting to be allowed to make mistakes and have the little girl in me taken care of and taken in hand. He's been on vacation with his family, and then on a business trip, and in the time that he was away I had a major medical emergency (well, semi-major) that was very scary to me.

My asthma, which is normally not a big deal at all, got really bad and stayed bad for over a week. By the time I ended up up in the hospital, my inhaler wasn't working at all. I realized when I took it out to clean it off on Friday, after my doctor's office was already closed, that the damn thing was expired and had been for almost a year. I had no refills (again, the asthma isn't a *problem* normally - so I haven't brought it up at a doctor's visit for quite some time) at any of the pharmacies around town and my doctor wasn't calling me back. An ER visit occurred on Saturday where it turned out I had a nasty case of bronchitis, needed steroids, a breathing treatment, a new inhaler, and antibiotics. Dave saw me through all of this over the phone, because he was out of town, and he never scolded or lectured about the expired inhaler. He could tell I was scared to death as it was.