On Sunday I will of course be posting never before seen photos from our wedding or our favourite photos I haven’t decided and probably writing some sappy cry worthy sentences on how much I love my husband and how utterly fantastic our first year of marriage has been. That being said, this post is not about the good times, it isn’t even about the bad times it is about the drunk time and my very first test as a wife and sort of about the really kick ass anniversary gift from my parents.

My parents asked us to pick fifty photos of ourselves, a part, together, out and about, random shots like of the inside of our fridge during the water shortage - that represented our first year of marriage for an album for us. Very sweet. While going through and looking for photos I found the photo in this post and knew it had to go in the album.

At first I thought Adam would be upset with me for including but it quickly dawned on me that I know Adam I did in fact go so far as to marry him so when all was said and done I knew he would find it funny. And the more I looked at the photo the more I thought of that night having all but forgotten it.

I can tell by looking at it that it was taken around late September, this is evident from the scab on his hip area, that is a volleyball injury from when we were in Manzanillo, Mexico at the beginning of September. I can also tell by right clicking on it and checking the properties that it was taken in September 2006 because it says so.

Whenever Adam is working on a building and the roof goes on it they have a roofing party. Adam attended said roofing party and was totally able to unwind. We had stress after our nuptials in regards to costs, almost all of our flowers were wrong, a crap photographer, a $250.00 cake that tasted like gum, the works so it was his first time out with ‘the boys’ so to speak since we’d been married.

He came home and started into his regular routine before he showers after work, he did not seem wasted to me at all, I was probably watching TV or playing Tiger Woods PGA for play station because that game does come out every September and we trade the old one in for the new one every year.

All of a sudden I heard heaving sounds in the bathroom and entered to find Adam in a similar position to the photo only conscious. First of all, in the three years we’d been together at that point I had never seen him sick from drinking and secondly I’d never seen anyone so sick from drinking. I am not good with barf and had no idea what to do. But I was determined to be good strong upstanding supportive wife. IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH. Even if it was self inflicted.

He barfed for so long I didn’t even know people could hold that much barf. It seemed never ending like in Team America World Police. I kept bringing him water but he was spilling it everywhere whilst trying to sit up and at that point could not keep it down and just kept crashing back into the toilet set; I tried to remove his pants to make him more comfortable but I couldn’t move much of his 170 pounds of dead weight. Once he stopped barfing because I couldn’t move him and couldn’t get him to drink any water meaning I couldn’t get any gravol into him either I just had to leave him there with the glass of water next to him and wait. I grabbed a face cloth and cleaned him up best I could and covered him with a towel so he wouldn’t be cold. I checked on him every fifteen minutes to half hour to make sure he was still breathing and not chocking or anything because he was still having barfing spells as well. It took almost four hours to get him to drink water and keep it down, and then drink water and keep a gravol down, remove his own pants and stagger to the couch to pass out until morning.

Through the whole thing I just remember thinking that it was insane for this to have happened only a month into our marriage and that we needed to come up with some kind of exit strategy or way for me to move him in case of a real emergency because I had already proven useless that night trying to move him until he sobered up a little. We have not devised any sort of plan up to this point we will just have to hope that I am the one that takes the first blow from the earth quake or whatever emergency befalls us.

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