Attention!! Attention!!

I really have nothing to say, other than, I am not dead, nor is my husband.

You may wonder why this deserves attention.

Let me tell you.

I love my husband. There are a million reasons why, but I am not NieNie and will not get all gushy about all of the wonderful things he does everyday.. (Not to say that I don't love my NieNie, because I do.)

However, I am StayStay. Yes, that is my new blogging name. StayStay. Kind of like a really firmly placed maxi pad. I am StayStay and Mr. Ashby (Todd) is lucky to be alive.

My husband has been sick, as you may know. You may also know that I have been his caregiver. Now I thought I could handle this, but there are 3 things against me.

1. My husband is a Man (thus very stubborn)

2. My husband is an Ashby (thus the most right of anyone ever!)

3. My husband is a Physician's Assistant (thus all knowing)

Those 3 things have given me some CRAZY moments recently. And by crazy, I mean, literally- crazy!! Do you know what I mean when I say crazy?? Picture crazy hoarding cat lady and then give her some crack cocaine and have her not sleep for a few days.. CRAZY! Poor Mr. Ashby, that is all I have to say. He thought I would be like the loving Florence Nightengale, instead he got that crazy character in that movie..What is it called? Oh yes, I remember- MISERY, starring Kathy Bates. Have you seen it? If not, I invite you to our home to pull up a chair and you will possibly get a re-enactment of that fabulously uplifting piece of cinema.

So, I may not be cut out to be a nurse. Especially to my husband. Who is a man. Who also is an Ashby, who is also employed in the medical profession. He deserves better, he deserves much better.

However, he is stuck with me. Because I am StayStay.

This is a photo of me bringing my husband some freshly squeezed lemonade.

I know, I am heaven.

This was snapped as I was lovingly shaving my Mr. Ashby's face.

I am a gentle soul.

This was taken after I had made some fresh warm breadsticks.

Right after I removed the breadstick from the oven, I remembered I had target practice, thus the gun.

This is my method of positioning my husband's legs for supreme comfort at night.

This is such a tender snapshot at the end of our day.

I am securing him, oh so very gently, so he doesn't fall out of bed.

I apologize to Mr Ashby for my failings as a caregiver.

I didn't realize I would want to kill you as you struggled to get well.

You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you.

Even bring you freshly squeezed lemonade.

Really people. Don't call Adult Protective Services.

I am kidding, it is what I do.

And Todd, I do love you so much and I am happy you are getting better

so you can get back to taking care of me and the kids and your patients and your extended family..

You are a wonderful person and I am proud of all of your efforts to get well.