sotto voce

It takes a while for each of us to learn about the other’s medical history. During the Christmas break, I was surprised to learn from his mother that he had to have a polyp removed from his nose when he was a teenager. In the nose? What?!! Oh, and she asked me to check on his nose occasionally, to make sure the polyp doesn’t come back. Geez, thanks a lot.

And yesterday, he asked me to feel the stitches in his tongue, which he got when he bit his own tongue in two (!!) during a wrestling practice years ago. "Feel the stitches??" he asked. Where, where,... oh my god, shit, I can feel it. Yuck, it’s gross...!!  He laughed while grinning proudly, as if that stupid stitches were battle of scars.

He’s slowly learning mine too… The absolutely terrifying hives I get when exposed to cold, the regular paps I had to have to make sure it doesn’t come back,  the tonsillitis that often makes me a royal bitch in pain,...

I used to think that it’s more practical for husband and wife-to-be to exchange their medical history files right off the bat. No sudden discoveries or surprises. Well, I still think that way and I was supposed to get our medical files from our previous doctors and gave them to our current primary care physician – except that 1. I’m lazy; 2. My files only dated back to 2004, before that my mom was my doc and she definitely didn’t keep a file.

I’m pretty sure one of these days I’m gonna feed him something that he’s allergic to and we’ll have a fun time going to the ER. =)