Bow Tie

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Sam and I spent much of Saturday night and Sunday in the hospital for what turned out to be a pinched nerve in Sam's neck.  There was some concern, since his left arm was numb (heart stuff, you know), but it turned out to be just fine.  Or relatively fine.  He's still in quite a bit of pain, the poor dear.

Anyway, to help with the pinched nerve, the doctor gave Sam a neck brace--the sort you see people wear in movies when they're pretending to be injured.  And then he insisted I draw a bowtie on it.  He knelt in front of me, wearing the brace, lifting his chin while I sketched it out with a sharpie.  He said, "This.  Now this is true love."

Comments

eden said…
it's lovely. truly. i'm so sorry he's going through that though! no fun. hope he heals quickly!

oh, and so, so, so glad it's not his heart!
August 11, 2010 at 11:48 PM
Elise said…
Really?! How delightful. How bout you move closer to ME?
August 12, 2010 at 12:41 PM
Amara said…
I'm glad I go to see him straighten it.
August 12, 2010 at 12:56 PM
Bryson and Tara said…
Love it!

Have you guys already moved into your condo?
August 12, 2010 at 5:04 PM
Emily said…
I love your posts. The end.
August 12, 2010 at 9:47 PM
Kenneth and Emily said…
That is so fantastic! I love Sam, he's so funny!
August 12, 2010 at 10:54 PM
Anonymous said…
Glad it wasn't his heart. Nice bow tie.
August 15, 2010 at 9:29 PM
Reba said…
i love your humor and your relationship. what a good thing you two have. thanks for sharing.
August 15, 2010 at 11:45 PM
Reba said…
ps: how's he feeling?
August 15, 2010 at 11:50 PM
belann said…
Hope he gets the neck resolved soon. Headaches are no fun.
August 20, 2010 at 9:54 AM
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