That dog of hers woke us up early this morning due to his darn barking. I dragged myself out of bed to walk that mutt. I really needed to speak to my husband, but, he didn't want to. Talk, yell, anything! But, no. All he did was cover himself with the pillow over his head. God, I so wanted to have suffocated him at that very moment.
I can't believe I did a stupid thing. Instead of being the lady I usually am, what do I do? I squated outside when nature called. It served me right. That itch/rash nearly killed me and I practically had to beg Miranda Bailey to tend to me. What an embarrassment! I screamed and cried out of control for her to ease my discomfort.
Since these last few days since Mark's arrival, we haven't been getting along. We hardly ever spoke. Each night we'd come home and sleep together. I mean literally sleep, doze, take a snooze. Nothing more. But, if it wasn't for Miranda, I don't think Derek and I would be on speaking terms as of yet, other than the normal, yes and no answers.
So, what does Dr. Bailey do? She let Derek into the room where I am laid up with my feet in the stirrup with a sheet over me. She instructed him to talk to me from behind the curtains. Talk about curiosity. He looked at what ailed me and started to laugh, then, I laughed. We both had a good laugh. Something we haven't done in such a long time!
Who would have thought that a thing like poison oak would be the one subject that would have melted the ice in our relationship.
The best medicine in life is laughter!
