Today my sweet husband turns a year older. As I stated in a previous post, it angers me that we eat the same foods, yet he is healthy as a horse. He just returned from getting pictures taken of his heart to find any plaque that has accumulated. Any number under 5 is good. His number was 1.35….HOW DOES THIS WORK? I’m sure if I got up the nerve to go have the same test, my number would be 10, (but hey, I will take being a number 10 anywhere I could get it, even if it means plaque build up in my heart).
It seems that the older he gets, the healthier he gets. The older I get, well….let’s not go there.
He requested his traditional birthday dinner of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, hot rolls and German Chocolate Cake. He will sit and digest several plates of this food, along with the cake and ice cream, wake up, stand on the scales and probably find that he has lost a pound or two. I will wake up and find that not only will I not fit in anything that is in my closet, but will certainly have added 25 points to my cholesterol count.
At least he apologizes now for being so healthy. During the first 10 years of our marriage, he would come in the door smiling, after his yearly check up and throw down in front of me,all the Dr reports, telling how great all his numbers were, “yelling, “boo ha….beat these numbers!!!” It was then than I began to change my will and begin to add a stick of melted butter to his morning “health shake”. After all, I can’t let him outlive me long enough to find some little 70 yr old to begin enjoying senior aquatic swimming with.
So besides our birthday celebration with family coming over this evening, we will sit and plan our next adventure for this coming year. We have done this traditionally in the month of July, since both of our birthdays are in the same month. Lord willing, we will be going to Italy for a few months hoping to experience “life in Europe”. It will be so exciting to spend our next birthdays there. Since I won’t be able to get my daily Dr Pepper or bake, maybe by the time we get back to the states, my numbers will have fallen into at least the high normal range, and we will have a little more in common. Not that I have any hostility towards this very healthy precious husband of mine, but I have already planned his tombstone to read, “Here lies Randy, with no plaque in his heart, his cholesterol count shows good on the chart. There is no cellulite to be found, so then why in the world is he laying here beneath the ground?”
Happy Birthday to the best husband in the world, even if your numbers make mine look bad.