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Catherine A.
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Date Posted: 16:36:05 09/14/09 Mon
We'd been married a very short time when I was in the accident. Hubby and I joked that during my recovery that he got to explore every inch of me. We both think out of that experience, we grew closer very quickly.
You're right. He was nervous. When I got home from the hospital and met with my home nurse and her supervisor, they told my husband how important it was for him to be involved and supportive of my care. During a couple of visits, Angie (my home nurse) trained him in so many things we joked he could go to work as a nurse. Obviously, she did the medical stuff -- daily exams, IV changes, injections, etc.
She asked hubby to take and record my temperature and pulse rate at certain hours. And since my facial injuries had not yet healed, my jaw was still wired and I had been running an up-and-down fever, Angie preferred that hubby take my rectal temperature rather than under my arm.
When Angie gave me my first enema, she asked if I minded that my husband held me on my side. I was still in pain at the time and had a difficult time staying in one position. By that time, I thought, "Sure, why not...he;s seen all of me," although I was nervous that I would have an accident on the bed. Luckily, I didn't!!
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