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My husband is a very workaholic professional, and so I never would have expected that he would turn out to be a wonderful nurse. But he took very good care of me, and I just rested. I was very grateful it was in the summer because I'm a baseball addict, and I had baseball games to watch all the time. By the fourth week, nobody would really even ask me what I wanted to eat because I would make up my mind. I just would go to the hospital, in fact, I drove myself I think probably the first five weeks to the hospital. And after that, I think he didn't really trust me to do that either. |
