He's the sweetest..

Last night, I started thinking about my patients. As we all know, angmos take their relationships very lightly, and it isn't easy for an angmo couple to stay in their first marriage till they grow old. But I have quite a few patients who have been in their first marriage till they're in their 80s, and are still as loving as ever. And even if the other half has become demented or very ill, the husband/wife never fails to turn up everyday to the wards to spend time with her/him.

I sprang a random question on Dearie...

Me: Will you still love me and look after me when I grow really old and ugly and fall very ill?
Him: Of course I will.

And suddenly, I remembered how he took care of me when I had a bone infection after removal of my wisdom teeth. I have a high pain threshold, but the pain from the infection was so bad that several times I woke up in tears. I relied heavily on strong painkillers, and each time it was nearing the time for another dose, the pain would come and I would be in agony with it. I couldn't eat anything at all (even porridge was difficult), and drinking soup and water isn't going to keep me surviving for long, so Dearie made me Chawan Mushi, and I would have it faithfully for every meal until I became well enough to try solid food. Because of the pain, I spent most of the time sleeping and he would wake me up and feed me slowly with it, and if I were awake, I would watch him making it carefully in the kitchen and he would watch me eating it slowly. The Chawan Mushi he makes is delicious, and I still miss it.

I was telling him how much I miss it, and he said he'll make it for me when I go to Beijing in about 3 weeks' time.

My darling is the sweetest, isn't he?