For better or worse
News comes in variation shapes and sizes. There's the good kind, like when the dress you've been dying for goes on sale. Or the bad kind when you realize no amount of pleading is going to reverse that exorbitant late fee on your credit card bill.
These are everyday news bytes. We all hear them. They alter our worlds for a few moments and then we move on.
But then there's the "Ohmygod" type of news which makes your heart drop and the adrenalin pump through your veins causing uncontrollable shakes and perhaps dizziness. When this OMG type is categorized as great, such as hearing that Meryl Streep has optioned your novel for her next movie (I wish) your recovery may take a while.
When it's a heart stopper in the opposite direction, well, getting life back to normal is directly proportionate to the degree of "horrible" which you've just been dealt.
Such was the situation I found myself in the other day after my husband's visit to the dentist.
Now, I've known for years that his teeth are not in good shape.
But when he looked at me and said so matter-of-factly that he needed to have five teeth pulled, I gasped, covering my own mouth.
Images of toothless old men, sitting on barstools, scrolled across my mind. And then without thinking I blurted out, "You've got to be kidding. They better not be in front because I'm not going to be married to man without any teeth!"
Of course, I didn't really mean those words. Well, maybe a little.
But then I remembered that vow we spoke so many years ago: "For better or worse."
And, to be honest, I'm not the same girl I was back then, either.
On a good day, my mustache is barely visible. "Flat as a board" no longer describes my stomach, more often my butt. And when I'm having one of my memory losses, I'm lucky if I remember how he takes his coffee.
"So, which teeth?" I asked, after recovering from my initial shock.
Turns out they are in the back and of course, he'll have them extracted and we'll go from there.
Last week we celebrated our thirty-fourth anniversary with a soft dinner and lots of saki. We talked about the tooth fairy and how she wasn't going to pay him a visit this time around.
But the good news is - we've lived through worse situations. We'll make it through this one.