Chronic Ama

The unbearably hard pull out bed was my constant reminder of all the times he did this for me. The lack of sleep I was already familiar with. My son said it smelled too much like hospital. I guess that's the only way yo describe this place.  We officially started Mark's Bionic Back Journey on the morning of June 3rd. It was a Monday. The Monday-est Monday that ever Monday-ed. No, really. Who the hell wants to start off their week with a large incision into their lower back to fuse to vertebrae together? I sure as shit don't wanna. I think two C-sections, a hysterectomy and a plethora of other surgeries have been a sufficient quota.  How did we get here? Well, around January 2018, Mark threw his back out (my husband, for those of you not totally in the know). It was actually a normal occurrence in his life (and mine too, I guess). I can recall plenty of times I've had to help him into the tub or out of a chair because said back was thrown out. This time was

My husband and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary on December 27th, 2012. We've been together just about since I graduated high school, though. It doesn't seem like that long, but it's a good portion of my life that I wouldn't change for all the chocolate in the world or all the vodka in Russia. Now I'm not going to go into the cliche, we've been through good times and bad because that in inevitable in every relationship. Plus, I really hate when people say that crap because if you didn't have good times and bad times in a relationship, than you probably didn't have a good one.  Anyway... It seems like each week I fall in love with this man all over again. We post silly shit on each other's facebook pages and share the same facial expressions when our kids get on our nerves. We also have those moments when we just have to laugh at each other and it makes my heart melt. He washes the dishes after I make dinner in the evenings an