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October 23, 2016

I feel great and horrible at the same time.

Filed under: My Life and Rants — Scottie @ 02:01

OK this is not  going to look good for me.  I am saying that right up front.  I am going to be the bad guy here and Ron is going to be the grand guy!

Wow what is going on I can hear you saying?

Well here is what happened.   And it is a great tale and a sad tale.

So Ron works nights and he slept most of the day..   I was up most of the day and drank a lot of soda.   Now it is a Diet Right brand of cola so it does not mess up my sugar.

How ever as I may have mentioned here before I have a very sensitive tummy.   In fact when I had my upper GI series they told me they couldn’t put air into my stomach because when they tried I would convulse.

So after a long day  I went down to the bed room.   Ron woke up as I was getting ready for bed.  Well being a rather happy couple in love we responded as you might expect.   I was more than willing, as he was, and I made him a happy man.  Then when he wanted to return the favor my tummy let lose.   I started to throw up. I couldn’t control it.  My belly decided it not only would not hold what I had put in it today, it would eject it violently.   All over the bed, all over Ron , all over ever where.   What made it worse was I was not able to get up and get to a trash can or even the bathroom.    Poor Ron, wanting to return the favor I had just given him got covered in my vomit.

As I stammered and tried to help, he calmly stripped the bed and got new sheets from the closet.  Even as I tried to apologist, he helped me to the bathroom.   As I cleaned my self up he changed the bed sheets and spread, and not once made me feel it was my fault.

He reminded me the doctor said my stomach could not stand pressure and that this was not my fault.   Yet I felt it was.  I knew my medical conditions, my limitations, and I went over them with no thought of it effecting anyone but me.  This time my love of my life paid for it.. and did not even blame me.  That last part hurts worse than anything I think.

So as he drifted off to blissful sleep I got up to write this post.  To in some way to make my self feel better.  Tomorrow  I will make him one of my spaghetti sauces he likes.

Yet it will not erase the memory of what my body did tonight, and the many times he has had to take care of my failings.  Yet he sleeps peacefully while I sit here crying with Odis ( the nose freckle boy ) be side me.  I wish I could be better for him, he deserves so much better.   yet for some reason I can’t figure out, I am what he wants.    I am so Lucky!!!

Crying Hugs





  1. Oh no! How mortifying for you. Of course he understands. So do I. Our bodies are not us – just the physical thing we are stuck in. You can’t help what happens to your body. He loves YOU.

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    Comment by heretherebespiders — October 23, 2016 @ 16:08

    • Thank you. It is a love I cherish and am so grateful for. He gives from all he is. As I just told Randy, Two old wrinkled geezers dancing through life together. Be well. Hugs

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      Comment by Scottie — October 23, 2016 @ 16:22

  2. Hi Scottie;
    isn’t life wonderful! From the moment we enter this world we set out to master our body and our environment, only to have them turn on us is the most awful ways. But, as we get older, at least we finally come to realize that the most important things in life are found in love. Your body may have betrayed you, but your love will triumph until the stars shine no more.

    Hugs my brother.

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    Comment by randy — October 23, 2016 @ 16:11

    • Hello Randy, my grand brother. Thank you for your kind words. However it is harder and harder to control my body, to make it do as I want it to. Guess that is part of growing older and I should be grateful to be getting older. It is amazing the love we share. Oh well, two wrinkled old geezers dancing through life together. Be well. Hugs


      Comment by Scottie — October 23, 2016 @ 16:20

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