I am happy to report that I completed an entire cycle of laundry all by myself. I got it done in less than 3 hours and there were no issues with the drying of the clothes. WOO HOO!!! However I have to confess ya'll it's really hard work. I love being here with my husband but I really miss my washing machine and dryer from the United States.
Okay so I've mastered this laundry thing and can hold my own in the kitchen. So I'm wondering what's next? Well now it seems that the gecko's have decided to move into my house. Well that's a huge problem for me. I do not entertain bugs or creatures in my house at all ever. I have seen these little creatures scurrying about outside but until recently I had never seen one in the house. This week alone since my last post I have seen three, 2 alive and one dead in the house and this little guy in the picture below trying to sneak in through the kitchen window. It drives my husband absolutely nuts every time I scream when I see one of these or any other critters in or around the house.
Last night I had a scare
with my husband. We had a great
day. He stayed home from work because
his stomach was upset in the morning.
When things got better in the afternoon we went to the beach. We sat and enjoyed the scenery, drank frozen
cocktails and bough fresh fish from the fisherman who frequent the beach. Clouds began to move in so we decided to come
back to the house to wait the storm out.
It actually never rained and we then left the house again around 7 pm to
go to his baseball game. They played two
games and it was around 11 when we finally got back to the house. On our way home from the game we stopped at a
food truck alongside the road and at first I didn’t want anything because food
trucks are iffy for me in the United States so I can only imagine what
shenanigans might come from eating from one here in the DR. My husband ordered and so did his friends
that were riding with us. I was really
hungry so while I watched the others start to eat I was thinking about what I
had at the house that I could make quick at 11 at night. My husbands food was finished and he came
over to where we were sitting. He
offered me some and well lets just say he never got it back. He ended up having to place another
order. This is payback from the popcorn
LOL. I have no idea what I was eating
but it was good. There was chicken in
it, fries and cheese. Anyway so we get
home and both finish eating and then we decide to season the fish that we
bought so we can have it for dinner tomorrow.
My husband is one of the messiest people in the kitchen I’ve ever known. He cleaned and cut the fish and
then we seasoned it. When I tell you
there was fish parts everywhere in that kitchen when he was done I am not
lying. Of course he walks away from the
mess his excuse is that he needs to use the restroom. I start cleaning up the kitchen and put the
fish away. My husband walks out a few
minutes later rubbing his back and with a very concerned look on his face. He tells me that we need to go to the
hospital. He goes back to the
bathroom and I follow him. There’s blood
in the toilet. I know that he has kidney
problems and I can tell that he’s in pain now and we need to go. I start preparing to leave I consider this situation to be urgent and we need to leave ASAP. Meanwhile my husband says he needs to take a
shower which I can understand since he just played baseball for the past 4
hours and is covered in fish parts from cleaning and cutting the fish. He goes into the bathroom and I
hear him shaving. I’m thinking okay I’m
not sure that’s necessary but whatever.
I do finally hear the water running so he’s showering. After his shower he starts to get dressed and
decides that he needs to wear a shirt that needs to be ironed. I’m rolling my eyes at this point, I mean I’m
glad this isn’t an emergency or anything.
We iron the shirt. I say we
because I start to do it but obviously I wasn’t doing it right or fast enough because he comes
in and takes over which was fine with me because I rarely iron and don’t really
like doing it. He’s dressed finally, approximately 45 minutes since he announced that we had to go to the hospital right now. But
now we have to do the hair. Okay ya’ll
this man’s hair is always on point. The
curls have to be popping. 10 minutes or
so later his hair is done so now we can leave.
Even though he’s the patient he has to drive which is fine with me
because I don’t like driving at night, especially here because the dogs run
wild at night here. There are dogs
everywhere in the streets and they play chicken with no fear of the cars at all.
We arrive at the Brugal clinic. I’m sorry but I just think this is
funny. I mean everyone here drinks
Brugal like it’s water so to me going to the Brugal clinic seems like you’re
getting IV’s full of rum LOL. He gets
checked in and immediately goes back to get treated. I sit in the waiting area for about an hour
with his niece and then finally his niece tells me that I can go back to see
him. I find my husband lying in a bed
hooked up to a Brugal IV (Sorry I couldn’t resist) sleeping. Okay all my mothers out there. You know how when your kids are
sleeping? You look at them and how
peaceful they are and you are filled with so much love? Yep well it’s the same thing or at least it
should be when your hubby is sick.
Seeing him lying there like that just did something to me. Being a writer is a gift and a curse. I joke with my one writer friend all the time
about the curse because it means we’re very creative and we are usually
thinking about all sorts of scenarios all the time. For example as we were driving to the hospital
last night I’m wondering what the process is to plan a funeral here. I know that sounds morbid but I seriously
thought about the fact that I had no idea what the process is and maybe I
should know that because if something happens to my husband I will be
responsible for planning everything right?
Anyway back to reality once the IV is finished we can leave and he is
told to follow up with doctors tomorrow.
We finally get back to the house around 4 am. I’m beyond exhausted. He says he feels better but is still in some
pain and now his arms hurts from the IV.
He sleeps fairly peacefully for a few hours and then he’s up
and out of the house to go to his follow up appointments. He tells me to stay here at the house while
he goes for his various test and to cook because he will be hungry when he gets
back. I protested for about 30 seconds
and then I remembered that cold hard chair I was sitting in last night for the
better part of 3 hours and I quickly realized that staying here to cook was the
better option. I’m also slightly less
concerned about him because he’s feeling better than he was last night.
I remember a previous post where I talked about having so much respect for housewives now than ever before. Well this week I'm going to add a little twist to that. Being a housewife is hard work but trying to do all the things a housewife does while her husband is at home sick is the absolute worst scenario. I titled this weeks post food fights because when I look back on the week it seems like that is literally what we did everyday. I’m really trying my best to
be a good wife and not curse my husband the hell out, especially since he's been sick but he's trying my patience ya'll. He got up this morning and left for his appt
at 8 am. Before he left he told me that
he wanted me to cook beef today, okay well I assumed it was for dinner. Anyway he leaves and I go about my day. I make myself breakfast, I thaw out the meat
and when the electricity in the kitchen comes on I put the meat in the crock-pot. That’s how he likes me to cook it now. Okay everyone news flash the crock-pot is a
slow cooker right? So that means it
cooks things slowly. Around noon my
husband shows up and I’m here in my office working on my book and my blog. He looks around and there’s no food on the
table so he says. "Where’s the
food? I’m hungry, no food all day". I calmly get up and show him the crock-pot
where the beef is cooking. Then he looks over at the stove and says," NO Arroz (Rice)?" OMG didn’t you tell me you didn’t want rice
everyday anymore? You had rice two days
in a row so I was planning on making potatoes. No he wants rice and he’s starving so I tell him I will make him a
sandwich to hold him until everything is ready. He says okay fine but make it two sandwiches because he’s starving. While I'm fixing his sandwiches he tells me that he has to go back out in a little while to another appointment. I need a few things from the store so I figure I'll run to the store quick since he's eaten the sandwiches and I can finish the beef and rice while he goes to his next appointment for dinner. I go to the store and purchase what I need and when I return to the house he's got the rice already made and he's asking me if the beef is ready yet because he's still hungry. LOL. I talk to my daughter everyday and she told
me that it seems that the only conflict my husband and I have at this point
stems from food and she’s right. If I
cook he’s not hungry, if I don’t cook or it’s not finished cooking yet he’s starving. The good news is that even though there's some conflict at times there are also plenty of laughs and lots of love in our house. Someone asked me if my husband can cook and the answer is yes, He's actually a great cook and a lot of what I've learned about cooking for him has come from him. At this point I want to do most of the cooking because practice makes perfect.
This week was a great week because I got to the beach twice and both times my husband was able to accompany me.
Well I'm going to be in the United States for a couple of weeks so there may be a little bit of a lag in my post while I'm back stateside. I hope you all enjoyed this weeks post and I look forward to reading your comments and feedback.
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