Taye

I'm breaking away from my weekly TILTW to talk about my husband, Taye (nope, that's not his real name). I've been keeping this blog for over 2 years now and I don't really talk much about him... the thing is, without him, there would be no Lovie. And stuff. ;)

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I don’t know about you but sometimes my husband annoys the piss out of me. You know, like when the garbage is overflowing and I have to beg him to gather it. Ugh.

We met online 12 years ago and the first time we met in person, we went to lunch. Before it was time to pay for the bill, Taye went to the bathroom. He was gone so long I started to wonder if he hadn’t made an escape. After what seemed like half an hour, he finally returned saying he lost the screw to his glasses. I should’ve known then that there was a screw loose in him but he’s a charming fellow so I stuck around.

Seven years later we got married and spent our honeymoon in the very romantic, Atlantic City (a friend gifted us the use of her timeshare; we chose AC because we like to gamble and hadn’t ever been to AC {and probably won’t go back… yikes!}). 

Our first full day there we went to hit up some of the casinos, stopping off first for a brownie sundae (for the 5 year old in me) and a smoothie for Taye. 

here's Taye after his smoothie. he loves when i take pics of him like this.

A couple hours later, Taye started saying something about not feeling right and, after a couple hands of Pai Gow, he took off for the bathroom. By now I was used to his ridiculously long bathroom escapades so it didn’t faze me much when he didn’t return right away. But when he did, he told me again that he was feeling weird and that he wanted to leave the table. So we made our way to one of the bar areas near a bathroom. We I sat and listened to music for a bit while Taye went back and forth to the bathroom. After the second or third time, he told me that he thought he was having an allergic reaction to something.

There he goes annoying the piss out of me on the first full day of our honeymoon.

“What do you want to do?” I asked him, never having been in the situation, trying to be a good supportive newlywed wife.

We started making our way out of the casino. On the escalators going down, with mirror walls on either side of us, I couldn’t help but notice a weird looking dude standing behind me instead of Taye. I slowly turned around to look for Taye when I realized the weird looking guy WAS Taye! His face was unrecognizable; it had blown up so much that he looked like a stranger to me… a disturbing stranger: His lips were like an empty, dyed hot dog bun; his eyes were bulging out of its sockets; and his cheeks were so puffed out, I thought his face was going to explode.

My heart started racing… Tears started forming in my eyes… I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do.

We got to the main floor and sprinted for the exit.

“I deed somb Bededrill.” 

“Benedryl?” I asked, noticing a gift shop to our left.  “Maybe the shop has some!” I ran into the store and came out with an individual dose of Benedryl and water, and Taye shot it down.

“Baby,” I manage to squeak out. “You don’t look good at all, should we go to the hospital?”

He nodded in agreement.

By the grace of God, the casino happened to be about three blocks from a hospital, but of course the cab I hysterically flagged down couldn’t drop us off at the ER doors because of construction. Of course.

When we finally got inside the ER, the nurse asked us to fill out paperwork. Taye could barely function at this point, his face everything was so swollen. Soon, a nurse swung through the doors whisking Taye away, leaving me sitting next to a guy with a bleeding leg who was not very happy Taye got called in before him.

When I finally got to see him after about half an hour, Taye was sitting shirtless in his unzipped, unbuttoned pants on a gurney. He was still very swollen and couldn’t talk much, but was starting to look more like him rather than the disturbing dude on the escalator.

After 6 hours, we were able to leave with Taye pretty much back to normal and an Epi Pen souvenir.

Taye had known for some time that he had been allergic to walnuts, but all he had eaten that day was a smoothie so this all was pretty shocking to him. 

let's examine this photo more closely, shall we? this was almost the last photo of him!

The ER told him on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being death, he was a 7. Apparently his tongue was so swollen it impaired his speach, made his face look like it was going to explode, and could have caused Taye to choke to death! I’m not sure what would’ve happened if the ER wasn’t 3 blocks from the casino.

He may annoy the piss out of me all the at times, but I really am grateful he’s alive to do so.

aren't we adorable? and young looking?

Happy 5^th Wedding Anniversary (June 1)

Happy 12^th First Date-iversary (June 17)

Happy Father's Day ... to my love, Taye
xoxo