This story is about how I knew Fred Karboski was THE ONE. We had been dating about a year and one of our favorite things to do was to go out to a baseball game. You could go and sit in left field, it was gorgeous, it was cheap. We had made this plan to go to a game after I had finished my internship interview. So, I am working on my art portfolio to show this guy and I am on the third floor of the dorm and it was one of those really hot late Aprils, really hot. I was working at my desk and my head was killing me and I wondered what was wrong. I had a little drippy nose and I was burning hot so I thought I must be coming down with a cold or allergies.
I finished the portfolio and went to the interview and I still felt really sick and I thought, “Wow, these allergies are really bad.” After the interview, I called Fred all excited to go to the Indians game and the plan was after the game we were going to meet a bunch of his fraternity brothers for dinner. We are at the Indians game and the longer I sat there the more my head hurt and the more my eye hurt and the more my face hurt. I tell Fred, “I don’t feel so good can we go?”
This is Fred, “But we are winning! Can we just stay another inning?” I say okay and sit back down and I am holding my head. Fred would be cheering, “Yay we are winning!” and then he would look down at me and say, “Are you okay, honey?” and I would tell him I was fine but are we almost done? The ninth inning comes and we are so far ahead so he says, “Yes, I guess we could go.”
He takes me back to the dorm and the whole night I was getting sicker and sicker. In the morning, I look into the mirror and my right eye is swollen shut and black and blue. I call Fred up and I say,
“I need to go to the hospital. I don’t know what happened but my eye is swollen shut.” I am crying and he says, “I will be there to get you. I will come and get you.”
“Okay” I say. I look awful, I feel awful. Fred takes me to the University Hospital Emergency Room because that is where the college med center was. I am in there and they take me in, and I fill out paperwork and he stays with me but when they take me to the exam room he can’t come because we aren’t related, he is just my boyfriend. So, they take him into a different room to talk to him.
I have a very high fever but they keep trying to get me to tell them that Fred had beat me. I said, “You see my boyfriend, he is one of the sweetest guys you would ever meet and besides if he tried to hit me I would knock him down!” I come to find out that they were interviewing him about what had happened too.
After I had an MRI I was getting a little slap happy what with the fever, the pain and the waiting for hours but Fred stayed with me the whole time. Come to find out I had a severe sinus infection and needed to have it drained. I looked up at Fred and said, “Will you stay with me?” and he said, “Sure”
Fred, who was thinking of becoming a nurse, was like, “This is so cool!” when he was able to watch the whole procedure. In fact, he enjoyed the whole thing. He was rubbing my back and encouraging me as the sinus started to drain.
I asked him to call my parents because I was going to be admitted to the hospital. He did and told them what was going on and then he met them at my dorm and brought them over to the hospital. He made sure that they were fine and he stayed for a while.
The next day Fred was there first thing in the morning to check on me, asking questions. But it was when he called my parents for me and brought them to me and stayed with me through all the gross and disgusting procedures that is when I knew, “He is the one, he is the one I am going to marry.”
Debra Wuliger, figurative artist working with color, texture and pattern to celebrate life.
Image silhouetted with story. Ready for hanging.