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Pills, Bills, and reality.
MstrJ has seen me through huge wins and some pretty deep lows. He says that He won the genetic lottery. He is "average" in every single way. He has rarely ever been sick, aside from needing one minor surgery long before He knew me. I think He has caught the flu twice since I have known Him, and has caught tonsilitis (from me) Whoops!
He managed to catch Covid at the exact perfect time before O/our first trip, such that He got a Dr note saying He was recovered, but it also exempted Him from needing to have testing moving from place to place.
I on the other hand am a mess medically. When W/we met I was going through some pretty serious stuff which has since resolved. Over time things have popped up on occasion. I get recurrant shingles on my hand which is *really special*. I have recovered from sarcoidosis in my lungs. I've had various broken bones. Constant colds and flus, and pneumonia because of my lung scarring. There have been times i have carried SERIOUS guilt over all the medical junk He has had to deal with.
Then He does what He does and makes me love Him even more.
About two years ago now W/we found out that I have gastroparesis which literally means paralyzed stomach. My physical stomach does not contract to do mechanical digestion as it should. A huge amount of my weight gain before was due to the trickle down effect of that. It took a lot of coming to grips with the fact that I *shouldn't* eat a lot of things. I cant have fiber. I have to stay away from a lot of veggies and fruits. I shouldn't actually eat protein that needs that mechanical digestion. There is a really high liklihood that someday I'll end up with a feeding tube when my stomach can't cope anymore. It's like a 70% chance. W/we bonded over a love of food and cooking!
So in one of my lower moments I cried and told Him that it would be so annoying for Him to have to see me eat basically blended stuff every single day, every single meal of my life. My dinner most nights is I cook onion, garlic, and some veggie until soft, then add a stock and blend it until completely smooth and eat that with a simple carb because that's what's safe for me to eat. Not very exciting!
His response was just so perfectly Him... "My girl, if it comes to that... I'll cook for you, and you cook for Me."
omg I cried so hard our of gratitude for all that statement entails. It would have been typical for most to just say: "Meh, what you eat doesn't relate to me... as long as you cook awesome food for me, no harm no foul." But no... that isn't how He thinks. "I'll cook for you" ... and I know very well that the reason He noted I'd still cook for Him is because it gives me my outlet for creativity. I LOVE to cook amazing food. I LOVE to spend hours planning a meal and executing it so that when He walks in the door He is greeted with the scent of it and can't wait to make it upstairs to His table to see what is waiting. It is a huge part of how I express my love.
Thank You for loving me. Thank You for pills, bills, gastroparesis, and everything real.
His slaveMikayla
