The truth of the matter is--- I yelled at him, I thought he was faking and showed very little compassion. I have been bitten by a black widow before, and I just went shopping so I could be closer to the hospital if need be. I really tried to get him to just go shopping. I thought if he walked it off and if he stopped thinking about the pain and the-whole- not -being- able- to- breathe- part- he would be fine.
- I need to stop thinking of myself more highly that I ought.
- Get a adult antihistamine. Charcoal and Epsom salts. Those were the things that worked.
- Make sure you know where you are going and don't get lost trying to find the Urgent Care
My job, is to be that, to compliment my husband, to be the person to who anticipates his needs and desires and be his help meet. I am not. I put myself on that throne, I forget, I am not a queen. He is not my servant. I was created as woman, to be his helper. What I love about the word helper is that it is also the other word for comforter. I am to be all of that too, to comfort him, and love him and build him up and be strong when he is weak. I fell down horribly on the job.
I hope you have a lovely Wednesday. Thank you for reading this silly blog. Thank you for walking with me on this journey called life.
“The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian makes me a different kind of woman.”