I married a med student

Hey there.

Well, I married a med student.  Truth is, she was set to go to med school when we started dating.  I kind of knew what I was getting into, but I guess I didn't realize the exact scale of what that entailed.

Being married to a med student is an adventure in itself.  You share most of the all-nighters, stress over the same tests, and enjoy a vicariously similar schedule.  You become the wife, whether you're the man or the woman.  Let's face it--  if you're married to a med student, you've cooked your fair share of dinners, done most of the laundry, taken up a habit of cleaning the house, and have been responsible for both your own as well as their hygiene.

So, in truth, I'm a man-wife.  I'm proud of it.  Well... most of the time.

If you're like me, you've never really had any inclination to be a doctor.  Never really crossed my mind as a profession I'd take much interest in.  Thus, I'm not in med school.  Between the two of us, she's got 95% of the brains in the relationship.  This is all apparent when I help her study and she spends a majority of the time correcting my pronunciation of medical terminology.  I have a pretty good grasp on the English language.  On that tangent, I think that medical terminology should be more accessible for layman knowledge.  For example, I think that "myostatin deficiency" should be renamed to "Anti-Hulk deficiency".  It makes more sense that way, leaves you with a feeling of awesome.

This is an interesting condition I learned within a week or so of marrying my wife, hereby identified as... wife.

I thought things were pretty smooth for our first two weeks of marriage.  We hit the regular speed bumps.  We adjusted to sharing living conditions with one another, having lived in separate homes until we married.  I adopted her cat as my own, vowing to love her as if she were my own child.  I moved some of my stuff into the box we called an apartment.  It really wasn't so bad.

Everything seemed to be going well.  Two weeks in, we had a conversation that lead me to believe otherwise.

Where'd that come from!?

Seriously, that's exactly how it went down.  She fell asleep instantly and I just laid there, guessing and second guessing.  I finally fell asleep an hour or so later.

The scary part wasn't the "why" behind that statement.  She told me there was nothing I did to bring that on.  She just felt compelled to give me that as a friendly caveat.  The scariest part was the how.  I can't tell you for liability purposes, though.   Believe me.  It would work and no one would ever find out how.

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Here's a picture of a myostatin-deficient dog.  Think of the conversation you would have at the dog park if this was yours!

"What does your dog like to do?"

"The usual.  Play fetch, run around.  Yours?"

"Ehhhh, same.  He also likes to dead lift the car from time to time."