It’s Truly a Glamorous Life That I Lead

Sometimes being married to a doctor means hearing how your husband saved a life… or sliced someone open… or brought a new baby into the world.

Sometimes it means folding scrubs.

Lots and lots of scrubs.

The other day, I had a conversation with Husband that skeeved me out.

[Me, while folding:] “Honey, there’s a stain on this pair of scrubs.”

[Husband, matter-of-factly:] “It’s blood.”

[Me:] “…”

[Husband:] “It’s not mine.”

[Me:] “…”

[Husband:] “It not even from one of my patients.”

[Me:] “?”

[Husband, shrugging:] “It was there when I got them.”

EW.

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Posted in Housework, Wifehood | 8 Comments

on September 26, 2009 at 9:36 pm | Reply Jessica @ Acting Adult

EW is right. I mean, I can’t handle blood as it is, but if he didn’t even know how it got there?!
on September 27, 2009 at 2:43 am | Reply shorty

LOL!!!!!!!!!!
on September 28, 2009 at 4:21 pm | Reply Kristen

yuck.
on September 28, 2009 at 10:44 pm | Reply Iva

ohh my!!! EEW!!
on September 29, 2009 at 11:56 am | Reply Amanda @ The Mom Job

BRahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa. Wow. This is the part in which the husband launders his own bloody scrubs.
on September 29, 2009 at 4:53 pm | Reply noble pig

Weirdly, I have had this same convo with my hubby…oh yes and folding all the scrubs….argh.
on October 17, 2009 at 5:53 pm | Reply Kristin

Icksville. All in a day’s work for him I’m sure. : )
on March 14, 2011 at 5:53 pm | Reply Amanda

hahahaha!! This made me laugh so hard!

I needed it; so thanks!