Well, "in sickness and in health" wasn't actually explicitly in our vows... but trust me, it was there in spirit!
On Friday morning I had my gallbladder removed, and I honestly don't think I could have made it through the last four days without Becky. She has cooked and cleaned, waited on me, set an alarm to give me pain medication in the middle of the night, and helped me in/out/on/off the couch/chairs/bed/toilet/car/pretty much every surface in our home. I have no idea how single people have surgery.
Overall, the hospital staff was really great about not missing a beat when we answered "she's your friend?" with "no, wife." I didn't really expect anything less from a hospital in Manhattan, but you never know for sure. Before surgery they took my blood pressure and it had spiked; I attribute this partially to the fact that they made me leave Becky. (Thankfully they let me have her back again before the surgery, and before she left that time the anesthesiologist gave me some Valium in my IV...haha.) Before surgery they also made me take a pregnancy test, despite my best assurances that I was 110% definitely not pregnant. Apparently their results concurred because the surgery went forward.
As they were starting to think about letting me go home, the volunteer lady (aka meanie head visitor gatekeeper) told me that she was sending "my friend" up. Usually I am not one to get annoyed about these things, and given that standing up was taking all of my mental attention, it was certainly not my moment to complain out loud. But in that moment of being seperated from her and really wanting/needing her to come back and take care of me, I was definitely reminded of the profound difference between her being my friend and being my wife.
My brain is still a little fuzzy, probably from a combination of surgery fuzz and pain medication, so this post isn't the most coherant. But I hope the underlying message of how much I love and appreciate my wife is coming through! Thank you Becky!