The Lame

You know you've almost been married a year when....

You finally see that your spouse has weaknesses.

Lame #1 (aka, Justin): Late one Thursday night, Justin came home barely moving.  He hurt his back while playing basketball and could hardly move.  Did it happen as a result of some awesome  fast break or dunk?  That would definitely make the story cooler.  But no.  It was just a simple turn to one side and then the other.  A simple turn that basically turned his life upside.  He was in bed almost the entire next day, but not being able to sleep.  He even had to have me put on his socks and shoes.  He's recovering slowly, but it has definitely gotten better.  Let's just say Justin is not the indestructible, pull-through-any-sort-of-pain kind of guy.  I know it's bad when I feel like I could totally beat him up.

 Lame #2 (aka, Jami): I've always been scared of needles.  I'm one of those people who complete work themselves into almost a panic attack before getting a shot.  Okay, so it might not be that bad, but I've always been terrified of giving blood because of the needle aspect.  Justin talked me into doing it at the beginning of the year because he wanted a free shirt for bringing someone new in.  All we got were water bottles. Lamesauce.  I, however, could get a free shirt the next time I came in, so we went in again this past week.  Ummm....long story short....I passed out.  In my defense, I had gone to the gym right before going to the blood bank, and it makes me feel better by telling myself that that had something to do with it.  Also, Justin and I were sitting at a table when I started feeling light-headed.  I think I would have been fine if I could have just laid my head on the table for a couple minutes.  But no, the people wanted to move me to the couch to lay down.  I thought, if I stand up right now I probably will pass out.  But the couch didn't seem that far away. 

Next thing I knew, I felt like I was dreaming (can't remember what about now), and then I woke up to some random person slapping my face.  Then, of course, I put it all together....why I was laying on the floor, why there were people there I didn't recognize.  Needless to say, I embarrassed Justin enough that he told me he'd never give blood with me again. But that's okay, 'cause I don't know if I'll ever be able to talk myself into it again.  After all, I got my free t-shirt, and that's the main reason I wanted to go in the first place.