Josh had to get a tooth out this week. I went with him, but I went to the waiting room while the Doctor actually pulled it out. It almost broke my heart. Josh is almost never sick, almost never goes to the doctor outside our 6 month dentist visits. And apparently has an amazing tolerance for pain. I thought he would be down and out, swollen face and everything. You could barely even tell from looking at him. He did sit around at home for a couple of days, reading, but I think the worst part for him was he couldn't eat anything. He kept saying, "What can I eat?" and I would say, "How about another popsicle, instant breakfast, or more jello?" And he would just groan. He made it through and went to work today, where I am sure he is glad to be away from me telling him everything he can't eat. He has probably already had a slice of pizza or something :)
Mostly I am just so lucky to have him. Seeing him have to go through this was interesting. I learn so much about Josh from being married to him, and I love the experience. He is always so kind and thoughtful, it was nice to take care of him, as much as he would let me, for a couple of days.