Alex has picked up a new duty around the house: wife reviving! Every so often I totally crash and burn and he scrapes me up from the floor and feeds me until I can get going again.
An example happened last night, when in the space of about five minutes I went from totally fine to having a headache, aversion to light, feverish feeling, and exhaustion. Now, when such situations come up, it's pretty much all I can do to wave my hands in the air and yelp that I'm going down. So I tottered off to crash in bed and just lay in the dark for a while.
This is where Alex somehow saves the day pretty much every time. I don't know how he does it, because when I get into this state, no food is appealing but he finds out which food secretly is the one I need.
In this instance, he put a whole rack of ribs into the oven for me and just brought me a plate of ribs when they were done. I went from bedraggledly picking at the plate while still laying down to sitting up and ravenously devouring the remainder and not even needing a nap afterward.
How does he do it? I think I would be a goner by now if not for the magical words, "The Husband, I need to eat something." Ones that also work are "I need some food but I don't know what," and "Wow, I think I'm hungry."
I think I married a superhero. :)
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