Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Listening to my wife

"What do you mean, you didn't call the doctor for an appointment?" the ever lovely and talented Mrs ERJ asked. I felt a bit like a mouse a wee bit too close to a hawk for comfort.

"I didn't call the doctor for an appointment because I feel better this morning." I said, very reasonably.

"You always feel better in the morning." Mrs ERJ reminded me. So much for logic.

"You have been sick for two weeks. I get that colds take a week to get over. Maybe ten days at the outside. But I sleep with you and I am telling you, 'You are sick.' " Mrs ERJ said.

"Will you go if I call and get an appointment?" she asked.

They know her at the doctor's office. I was ushered into an examination room forty-five minutes later.

I texted Mrs ERJ after the appointment. "They gave me some advice."

"What was the advice?" she responded.

"Keep listening to your wife."  Then I texted. "I will be a few minutes. I have to pick up to scripts at the drug store."

GUYS: The moral of the story is that when our wife tells us we ain't quite right, it is worth listening to her.


  1. Yeah. Wives are useful for that. Men have a tendency to believe they are invincible and use there father's logic to sickness and injury, ie, "rub some dirt on it and suck it up. You're fine. Get back in there." Women never bought into that theory of medicine.
    I had a chronic cough at night. No cold or flu. Just at the end of the day, and it seemed to be starting earlier and earlier, I would start coughing. Needed cough drops to get to sleep. Wife had had enough of the bad night sleep and my "I'm fine" speech and dragged me to the doctor.
    I was in an ambulance to ER from the doctor's office 5 minutes after the nurse took my vitals and could get no blood pressure reading. I had atrial fibrillation and my heart had been beating at 240 beats a minute for months and was worn out. I was either going to stroke out or suffer a major heart attack very soon. The coughing at night was my body stopping the heart attack by squeezing the heart. And I was taking cough drops!
    Luckily, the heart is a muscle and after a week in ER - with a person in my room 24/7 with the paddles for the first 3 days, 6 months rest and blood thinners, and then a then EXPERIMENTAL surgery called a Mini-Maze. A years recovery from that, and I am back to normal with no meds needed.
    But I listen better to both my body and my wife now.


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