I remember when I was younger that my parents always used to say to me “You’ll understand the day you have a child of your own”. This was usually said after they’d yell at me for coming home really late, or me just forgetting to mention where I was. What I’m trying to say is that being a father is difficult, especially when both your son and better half is sick, like Marte and Michael are now.
Marte has been having quite a fever these past days, and yesterday it got so bad that she had to head to the emergency-room to get a checkup. There they gave her some medicine, and told her that if things didn’t get any better in the morning, to go see her doctor. At around noon today she phoned her doctor’s office, explaining to the receptionist what the doctor in the emergency-room had told her. But the idiot receptionist kept on being difficult, telling Marte that she just had to endure it, saying that there were no available appointments today, and that was final. Marte was completely pale last night, and almost fainted several times, but that obviously didn’t go into the receptionist’ thick skull. Luckily Marte got angry, and just pushed on, and she got an appointment at 14.30. What we didn’t realize was that Michael had a fever as well. =/ Now I’m here at home while Marte is at the doctor’s with Michael, and Marte’s mom, so all I can do at the moment is wait. I’m worried about Marte and Michael, not really knowing what to do. If you know Marte, you’ll also know that she pretty much NEVER gets sick. I personally have seen her sick just once in the 4 years we’ve been together, and that lasted just about a day or so. I’m honestly quite concerned, as I’ve never experienced this before.
With Michael being sick as well, I can truly feel what my parents meant so many years back.
“You’ll understand the day you have a child of your own”.




