Loudest is weakest...

On a forum I often visit, a guy goes on and on about his wife & marriage. It reminded me of something that actually happened late last year.

I underwent a series of ablation procedures on my heart in a six week span. After the first procedure I was in the recovery room waking up from the anesthesia. When I was conscious enough to understand what was going on, I heard a lady going on and on about her husband. I mean she wouldn't stop. At first I thought this was another patient out of her living mind. But no, this was a nurse, a nurse named Julie.

Julie would not shut up, telling the staff how good her husband treated her, how in love they were, what they did the night before, what she was going to buy him for Christmas and pondering what he was going to buy her. According to this nurse called Julie, she had found the perfect husband. I soon asked another nurse that was watching me, to give me a bucket so I could throw up.

A couple of weeks later I had another ablation, and when I started to wake up in the recovery room I mentioned to my nurse that I hoped Julie wasn't on duty as I didn't want to listen to her bragging about her perfect marriage. The nurse smiled and whispered, "Don't worry about that, Julie's husband ran off with another nurse."