Sickness and Health

Over the past week, Tanner and I have been slowly packing all of our belongings and placing them in the hallway. July 25th was the day we were finally going to get out of this crapshoot, the apartment where I’ve lived for the past two years (and where he has lived for about a month, haha).

I say the 25th was the day we were  going but we actually didn’t. As I have witnessed often but really can’t seem to get through my head, stuff happens regardless of how prepared you are.

We woke up really early (er, for us anyway) and took the bus to the U-Haul rental center. While I was sorting things out at the front counter, Tanner made a beeline for the men’s room where he told me later he, “puked his brains out.”

We drove back to the apartment, where we both thought he would recover within the next few hours. My poor, poor, poor, husband spent the rest of the day wretching over toliets and buckets.

I hate situations like these, where there’s nothing I can do or I’ve done all that I can…which basically has consisted of praying in desperation, offering Tanner more water and asking if he wants me to take him to a doctor.

Please pray for Tanner when you think of it. He wasn’t much better this morning but went to work any way.