Protecting your spouse

I guess right from the time you marry, you know it’s your job to try and protect your spouse. I believe Nick’s job is much easier than mine. I mean I rarely fall from my recliner. 

The only warning he’s likely to have to give is, “If you don’t get off the computer, phone or tv you’re going to strain your eyes.” My job tying to protect him is much more difficult.

 

I feel like he is nearly always in danger at work. He often works alone, the owner and his wife travel often. So he is in this large building, often up on a 12 foot ladder working on something. There are dangerous machines around, chemicals, and just dozens of ways to hurt himself and so often no one there to know if there is an accident. That’s my work worries.

 

This is the way I picture it.

There are other worries at home – lawn mowers, chain saws, band saws, and any other tools you can think of. I thought I’d gotten him to agree to only go up on the roof when I’m home – making for a faster call to 911 if necessary. But when I told a group of friends about this agreement, he gave them a look that said, ‘That’s what she thinks.” So, who knows.

The other day I fell he was in a reasonable safe place as he headed off to play nine holes of golf. I was wrong. He was finishing up, putting some extra balls in his bag when one got away from him and bounced across the cart path. Institutively Nick leaped to grab it on the first bounce and in doing so leaped right into the path of an oncoming golf cart. It hit him squarely and sent him flying. His hip was bruised from the impact, and he managed to scrape his ankles, knees, elbows and palm as he went sprawling.

 

Nick’s dad lived to be a hundred. Health wise, Nick could probably do the same if I can just keep him from breaking his neck. My current plan is to keep him wrapped in bubble wrap. If you have any other suggestions please let me know.