Love, Brittney: Invalid

Trev got this bad cough as soon as we landed in Baltimore for our honeymoon. Perfect timing.

He coughed the whole honeymoon, but had no other symptoms. He has asthma, but has no inhaler. So that worried me. A lot. Especially when he was coughing so much it looked like he couldn't breathe.

He kept saying it was getting better. But it wasn't.

Then on Monday night (July 30) it got so bad I thought he was going to die. He couldn't stop coughing, for minutes he'd just cough until it seemed like he was almost gagging... I kept praying "please don't make me a widow!!!" That is how scary it was. Since I knew he had asthma, I kept picturing him coughing until he couldn't breathe at all, having an asthma attack, we have no inhaler, and he dies.

Boo.

We don't have a primary care doctor, and all the doctors we reached out to were fully booked for at least a week. So I made him go to instacare after work, so we could at least just get him an inhaler, and then we booked a real appointment a month out with someone who is supposed to be really good (he has other issues I want him seen about - I'm convinced he has sleep apnea. He sounds like he can't breathe at night - not like snoring - it's worse).

So we went to InstaCare and Trev had to strip down and wear their sexy robes. And they made us wait for no joke at least 40 minutes in the room for the doctor.

Trev: Looking deeply into my eyes

"I have to say, that I have always wanted, dreamed of sitting in a waiting room with you for 45 minutes. So really, this is a dream come true for me. A bucket list you have completed with me."

And then he got bored staring into my eyes for the whole 45 minutes, so he started reading the chick magazines they keep in the room.

Then we started arguing about if they were chick magazines. I said, only women and gay men read People magazine. And, apparently my husband, in a gown, in the Dr's office.

On the up side, we got some meds and an inhaler. He says he can finally breathe. About time.

At dinner today, I noticed Trev had a small stain on his amazing engagement shirt (which he wore to dinner since it is our 1 month anniversary and this is his engagement picture shirt, and he thinks he is sooo suave. And I agree, he is).

He said, "oh man, I'm so embarrassed". And he should be, because he has a small stain. On his shirt. In public!!

He leaned down to inspect the stain a little closer (I thought it looked like an old stain - he thought it was from the soy sauce at dinner) and guess what happened?

Yeah, he got a bloody nose. He covered up that stain with blood. So, way to make an embarrassing situation no longer embarrassing, babe! you just cover up that rotten stain and no one will ever know!

It wasn't a bad nose bleed, thank goodness (not like the nosebleed he got in the parking lot when we went to look at tux's for the wedding. He bled ALL OVER the whole parking lot, and through my entire collection of take out napkins) and we went home immediately after.

In the car, I gave him a napkin, part of my efforts to re-stock what he drained. He just shoved that whole thing up his nose with no shame.

All the way home in the car. All the way to our apartment.