Scurred!!!!

:doot: must have some idea of how lucky he really is. How often does a guy get to put on the cape and tights for constant rescue missions?

He goes for five years not hearing from me and in less time than it takes to conduct an online search, I am bombarding him with my paranoid questions. He had my issues at "Hello".

On Monday I believed that I had a moldy infection in my right lung. He - that's right HE cleaned out my car on Sunday. Humanling had clothing in a bag and on top of it, managed to leave behind all half consumed bottles of water upside down in the back seat. On top of it, she's nine. So she isn't going to airtight the cap...just close it *enough*. So the equation of plastic bag + clothes + leaking water bottles = moldy upholstery. I removed the bag and some of the water bottles, but he removed, cleaned and organized everything else in the 90 degree heat and without gloves!!!

The next day I was convinced that the *blip* I felt in my lung was a sure sign of mold inhalation. I tripped over myself along the well worn cyber path and ran this by him. He felt fine. Ok, well maybe he is just stronger than me. Maybe my body simply saw a mold spore and succumbed. Or not. Because I feel fine now. On Monday it wasn't funny though.

He dealt with this as if he was born to.

Or when we open a bottle of something and the seal doesn't 'pop' at 89 decibels. If its a lazy pop, it bothers me. I need a nice, crisp SNAP! when it opens.

He assures me, this is fine.

As when I call him because I've read that CT scans, MRIs and X-rays cause cancer and tell him that I might have had a ct scan once...and many dental x-rays and now I can't eat and won't sleep for a long time because I'm paranoid that this is true in .4 cases and may be as high as 1.5 cases.

Or does *this* taste weird?

Or the drop of *something* that landed on me while we walk. Or the possibility of it.

In fact, the more he laughs at my many opportunities of demise, the more satisfied I am that things are really okay. The day he worries along side of me, I will probably drop dead of a heart attack.

Right now I am mildly uncomfortable because I ate something with BBQ sauce and curry and there is a bitter residual of taste in my mouth. So I start wondering why that is. He can tell me exactly why, pull me in off the ledge and make me feel like I've visited the Guru at the top of Mt. It's All Better Now and It Never Was Bad To Begin With.

I have to pop quiz him here and there to ask if he is going to be able to put up with a lifetime of this. His perfect answers don't miss a beat.

Dormant love sucks. I am beyond alive again.