We Are The ... Tonsils

This is my dear Bro, 2002, he took me to a farmer in his neighbourhood who has his own "fitness-club" over the cow´s place.
Bro went there for work outs and we had one together - I still wore contacts back then!
I think it was Christmas? Freaking cold, brrrr...

These days people talk a lot about New Year´s resolutions and in the top ten sure is getting fit(ter).

Well. I start into all again slowly, cause Christmas really was no fun ride this time.
We didn´t even make it to the Abgrillen, so sad.

Since 2005 it seems to be the same, it all started on October 5th, in Hannover.
(Nearly) everybody was cheering in the arena to this:



The Lions just won the German Bowl (yet again), 31:28 - that was close, and against Hamburg, too.
Man, I bet it was some party!
Ingo and I hurried out to the car and home to (back then my) Braunschweig, though - Ingo was in massive pain!

After a frightful night I drove Ingo to the dentist - €10, cause it was a Sunday - and he said the magical line:
"This is life-threatening - off to the hospital now!"

The tonsils were swollen so much Ingo hardly could breathe - I had to hear all the icky ways to help...

Then 2008, our first apartment, Easter-Monday.
Ingo suddenly was in severe pain, I drove him to the hospital.
We were not married back then and suddenly he was gone - there was no duty to tell me, and it was a public holiday, no one wants to work on days like those.
It was a very bad year for us, health- (and nearly death-) wise. I´m not exagerating and I have no intension to look and link up the posts from back then...
I did so much wrong that in the end it turned out to be exactly right, how weird is life?
Ingo´s Bro was a main figure here. Or rather the, if it was just days without my failures he would not have been able to help, crazy life.

And now just yet again.
It´s always weekends or public holidays that Ingo gets severly sick.
He gets "normal" sick, too, but it seems "severly" is reserved for those times.

I could talk about Ingo asking me on Saturday to "google heart attack" to "we call the ambulance NOW" at the pharmacy (I said no, it is Ingo´s decision, that was my gut-feeling, and it was right, too)...

Ingo´s Brother is a doctor, has his own place and certainly wanted to see the results from Braunschweig hospital after Ingo was given blood due to loosing too much when the wisdom tooth was removed and now likely suffers from pulmonary embolism.

He said it looks like... I fail to write it down, even. Mum and Dad, I went to the last days with them, that is what I talk about, that frightful, mean ...

Well.
The MRI showed: Nothing.
All is well!

Ingo is signed sick this week and I just don´t feel like getting back to work out just like that.
I feel exhausted from all the fear, so all I do is after coming home from work: Cleaning out, throwing away a piece here and there and such.
Hard to believe, if all goes well with Ingo´s meds we´ll be in Perth in a month already!

Like... we managed the long journey and all, are home in the cabin, my face is red like a cooked lobster and the least I´ll do is feeling cold, wrapping my ole, thick jacket around me!

By golly.
"Life is like a box of chocolate -
you never know what you gonna get!"

(I hated the movie Forrest Gump, but learned to love it in back then Sun Pictures - oh, how the movie-sky blended into the Australian one!)

We are the champions after all, no? ;-)
Please keep your fingers crossed the new meds are ok and work...