My wife is currently asleep at 3 in the afternoon in the next room. That's because she just got off a 30-hour shift on medical rotation, her first ever. I haven't seen her in a week, and I'll probably have to go to work again before she gets up.
I'd say she looks like an angel, but angels don't usually have the blood of miraculously resucitated patients spattered all over them. Okay, neither does my wife, but one day, SHE MIGHT, and that's a lot more than most of us can say.
And based on just that--the assumption that one day she may be able to help a complete stranger in a meaningful way--she's sacrificed more time, more of herself, and more opportunities for really exciting sex with me than I care to list. I mean really wacky, off-the-wall stuff.
These are prime years, too. She's really bangin', and that's not going to last forever. In a very real sense, she's stripping years out of her youth and distributing them among the needy of the world, and all in exchange for nothing more than quite a bit of money (we are told, one day, when the loans are paid off).
Some would call that too much. Call it overly generous, stupid, crazy, moronic, idiotic, foolish, foolhardy, or rash. And by "some" I mean me, although only when she's asleep like this.
Yes, through all the hours of studying, through all the powerpoint presentations about prolapsed bowels, through my constant and unyielding psychological abuse, she has prevailed. Or, is prevail-ING, I guess, as she's still something like six years away from getting the job she's actually training for: DR. ORPHAN RESCUER (or something along those lines. Like I said, we don't get a lot of time to catch up).
Even though our lives are moving quickly at the moment, and that means time apart, I've never felt more secure in my marriage. There are a lot of components to that--too many and too minute to elucidate coherently--but today I feel like I stumbled on a big one.
To put it Internet-ly, if Guyspeak is ever reduced to a Twitter feed, and I want to use most of my bimonthly tweetvice column to discuss the latest in Bieber news, I'll still be able to give the best advice in the world when it comes to finding the right partner: Marry your hero.
I'd say she looks like an angel, but angels don't usually have the blood of miraculously resucitated patients spattered all over them. Okay, neither does my wife, but one day, SHE MIGHT, and that's a lot more than most of us can say.
And based on just that--the assumption that one day she may be able to help a complete stranger in a meaningful way--she's sacrificed more time, more of herself, and more opportunities for really exciting sex with me than I care to list. I mean really wacky, off-the-wall stuff.
These are prime years, too. She's really bangin', and that's not going to last forever. In a very real sense, she's stripping years out of her youth and distributing them among the needy of the world, and all in exchange for nothing more than quite a bit of money (we are told, one day, when the loans are paid off).
Some would call that too much. Call it overly generous, stupid, crazy, moronic, idiotic, foolish, foolhardy, or rash. And by "some" I mean me, although only when she's asleep like this.
Yes, through all the hours of studying, through all the powerpoint presentations about prolapsed bowels, through my constant and unyielding psychological abuse, she has prevailed. Or, is prevail-ING, I guess, as she's still something like six years away from getting the job she's actually training for: DR. ORPHAN RESCUER (or something along those lines. Like I said, we don't get a lot of time to catch up).
Even though our lives are moving quickly at the moment, and that means time apart, I've never felt more secure in my marriage. There are a lot of components to that--too many and too minute to elucidate coherently--but today I feel like I stumbled on a big one.
To put it Internet-ly, if Guyspeak is ever reduced to a Twitter feed, and I want to use most of my bimonthly tweetvice column to discuss the latest in Bieber news, I'll still be able to give the best advice in the world when it comes to finding the right partner: Marry your hero.
awwwwwwwwww ... That's so sweet !! amazing advice ,,, she's lucky to have you ,,, :)
This is the sweetest post I have ever read... I think.
I'm reading how much you love your wife, but I also am hearing how sad you are and how much you miss her. Unfortunately, there isn't a whole lot you can do about this unless you're schedule is flexible enough to bend to hers. Let her sleep 6-8 hours and then wake her up with something amazing to eat...I'm sure you'll be "rewarded" after its consumed.
It only works if it's both ways round though. You can't just worship someone and stay with them because you think they're awesome when they don't think the same about you.
Referring to my own sad life, not your (what seems to be a) quite nice one :)
As a single first year medical student I find this extremely depressing. But it's awesome that you're sticking by her through all of this!
What if your hero is already married?
I'm referring to you, Michael. You're my hero, and I'd ask you to marry me if I thought I could ever compete with your super-heroic wife.
Ditto, chica!
I can't even be jealous of Mrs. Swaim. She sounds so awesome...