I’m a pretty lucky fella, I’ll just start there.
If you’ve read any of my stuff or followed me on the social nets, you might know that my wife is in the media. Specifically (or mostly) in radio. She does a morning show and if you don’t know what I’m getting at here, well, being a radio family is basically the EXACT SAME THING AS BEING A GYPSY.
So, her and I both have had to start over more than a half dozen times in our dozen years of being together.
I haven’t been very good to you. I’ve been downright ugly, actually.
Basically, I didn’t want to move here at all. In fact, when my wife got the call from the radio station, we came to visit…as soon as we rolled into town I said
“I’M NOT MOVING HERE AT ALL…”
It was 2004 and I was working as a Psychiatric Technician at U of M Fairfield Hospital. To be clear, the first part here doesn’t directly tie in with endometriosis, but it did sort of start the trail…
“Dave!” Someone shouted from across the unit.
“Your wife just had a stroke!” They followed up
Cliche, I know.
A wrap-up post about what I learned to cap off the #WritingFor30 challenge. It’s ok though. I’m tired – it’s been a long month, and I like to reflect on things from time to time.
Two days left in #WritingFor30 Challenge. I’ve made it all the way through so I’m celebrating with a fun one.
Also, I just realized that in my attempt to craft a link baity headline, I could be inadvertently saying “6 Tips to Be a Mega-Shitty Husband”.
What I mean is, I have no clue if Chuck is a good husband. I imagine him to be the Unicorn of husbands. But, he could be a crummy asshole husband.