Ye of Little Sympathy

There are many benefits to being married to a doctor. One of which is having a physician on call in your own home. Having an Emergency Medicine physician husband means we’ve got all our in house accidents covered. Not that he would be my family’s physician for something major but when the kids have minor accidents (the falls, scrapes, and cuts of childhood) it brings my heart great joy when he’s home to fix them up. In my case, it helped when a peritonsillar abscess sent me on my first ER visit. He knew where to go, who to speak with, and most importantly what to do. I’m thankful everyday for the amazing care I received because he was a part of the process.

On the other hand, there is no sympathy for non emergencies. Got a headache? Take some ibuprofen. Stomach ache? Sleep it off. Generally just not feeling well? It will pass. There is no sympathy for trivial illness in our home and I love it. Over the years, my kids and I have become so tough. Sickness is not an option. Annual flu shots are a celebratory family outing. Hand washing is a no brainer. We pray health and wellness throughout our home. Health is so important it’s even apart of our family acronym.

Thankfully, on this medical journey I have stayed well. I embraced the fact that my husband is wired for emergencies. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about my comfort and well being. There just simply isn’t room for whining. Therefore, I adopted scripture over sympathy. Headache? Confess the Word. Stomach ache? Confess the Word. Generally not feeling well? I confess the Word. Scripture over sympathy wins every time.

“Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; Save me, and I shall be saved, For You are my praise.”-Jeremiah 17:14 (NIV)





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