I am turning 38 tomorrow. I usually think of what my life is like during this time, but because I am still sick and just started the antibiotics today, I will be focusing on one aspect of my life. One aspect that has me puzzled as to my priorities.
I am going to Israel with my husband in April. It makes me very nervous, but Kevin has wanted me to go for ten years so I said yes. To show my husband I love him, I am going to a war torn country whose neighboring countries are having all sorts of all night, uhm, parties. To show my husband I love him, I am also scuba certified and about once a year, I strap on about fifty pounds of equipment so that I can swim twenty feet under the water to see fish that humans are not supposed to swim with or God would have given us gills. I guess what I am trying to say, is that I have been known to go to extremes, in my opinion, to show my husband my love.
In order to sleep on the flight to and from Israel, I have a prescription for five precious Ambien pills. The extra three are in case I hear an uprising occurring outside my hotel, I can sleep through it and wake up to a nice, peaceful country. Or at least, I will be well-rested while taken hostage.
Now, I will share oxygen while underwater with my husband, but if he even comes near my RX bottle with the five magic pills, I will personally deliver him to the rebels that are waiting outside our hotel. He can ask me for a pill. He can beg me. He can try to pay me. The answer will be no. Not even a half. These pills are my salvation. I think they will be the only way I will be able to sleep while there. I mean, even unconditional love has limits, right?
I will risk my life for my husband, but not my sleep. I guess I figure that if I die, I won’t need a good night’s rest. The whole thing makes me wonder if my priorities may be confused. Or if I have just realized that I can put up with almost anything, if I am well-rested.