every once in a while i gotta make a gay post about my own dog

Scripty Saturday #3 Part 1: All About Mrs. Scripty

Hey-o, Scripty-O’s! Welcome back to Scripty Saturday, the now once-monthly feature where you guys ask me questions about anything non-medical you want, and I try to answer them to the best of my ability!

This week sure did gather some excitement for Scripty Saturday. Topics will apparently include dogs, Mrs. Scripty, flowers, superpowers, my own writing, and a VERY interesting question about resentment.

However, Mrs. Scripty was VERY popular this time around, so much so that this post became enormous and I had to cleave it in twain.

So this chunk will handle all the questions about Mrs. Scripty, while the second post (going up tonight) will handle…. literally everything else.

Let’s dig right in!!!


Wife Questions

Anonymous said:
For Scripty Saturday: how did you and Mrs. Scripty meet? Who proposed? Give me the Scripty love story I wanna know (and I completely understand if you don’t feel comfortable answering this). All the best to you and Mrs. Scripty! :)            

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jottingprosaist said:
How did you meet Ms Scripty? Please tell me it was very gay and adorable!  

and,

Anonymous said:
Ooh, Scripty Saturday! Then I gotta ask: how did you meet Mrs. Scripty?? (And yes - is she pretty?)            

Rest assured, jottingprosaist, it was indeed very gay and (I think) adorable.

We met through fanfiction, believe it or not!

Mrs. Scripty somehow found my (absolutely atrocious) writing on a fanfiction site that has long hence been taken down, and started commenting on my fic. I was taking a character who had absolutely no business being a paramedic and making her one, and most people gave me no feedback because I wasn’t writing what everyone else on the site was writing, but Mrs. Scripty was writing such good feedback that I would come home from work and immediately check the site to see if she’d left me any that day.

Feedback turned to emails, asking about characters, to co-authoring part of a series (that I was really proud of, I think it would have been really good if we had stuck with it for more than 3 episodes). And that turned into late-night cross-country phone calls, and a rather furtive declaration of love (mine).

I still can’t believe she moved across the country for me. But eighteen months later we packed her things into her truck, and drove it all across the country with this amazing road trip (there were buffalo and a road that said If road is flooded, turn around, don’t drown, and the road was flooded so we turned around and we didn’t drown but we could have if  we hadn’t listened), and the best burger of my life, and these beautiful rolling hills and just…. mmm.

When she moved here we were living with my mom in a tiny, cramped space and it took forever to move out.

Believe it or not, it was medicine that made me propose.

I was thinking about the future, about what I would want if I ever couldn’t make decisions for myself. (If medicine, particulary EM, does one thing, it forces you to contemplate the mortality of you and your loved ones. If you love a person who works in emergency medicine, and they love you, they have had daymares about your death at least once.)

We were at a point in our relationship where she was ready to get engaged, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t… sure that I could be a good wife. That I could stay faithful. I had broken off every relationship I had ever been in, for one reason for another, and I loved her to hell and back, but could I stay?

And I was thinking about these decisions, and who would have to make them, and I realized that no matter how old I saw myself as, no matter what it was that was going on, it was always her standing by my bedside. Not my mom, not my sister. Her.

The next morning we woke up to a slow day off together, and made up a high-five in bed, and I proposed in pajamas in the doorway that led to the kitchen.

That was…. five years ago? And I’ve stayed, and I always will stay, if she’ll have me.

Oh, and for that last anon…. Mrs. Scripty is absolutely gorgeous. She has freckles and dark hair and light eyes (the most amazing eyes, there’s actual fire in them…). And yes, seeing a picture of her makes me smile.


splatman7300 said: 
For scripty Saturday: cutest thing about your wife, favorite small moment with your wife, one thing you want to say about your wife (other than she’s awesome cause we all know that 😜) love you!            

Love you too Splatters!!!

Cutest thing about my wife…. gods, when she smiles. It just… She lights up like a little kid sometimes, when she’s talking about a good story or being cute and silly, and it just… you guys, she makes me melt inside.

Favorite small moments…. Honestly, we don’t get a whole lot of time together, because I work ridiculous hours, and our schedules are opposite (I work evenings, she works days), so being in the same place at the same time is a minor miracle. But I can count on the fact that when I lay down in bed she’ll snuggle right in to me. And I love giving her shoulder rubs. I’m really good at them (I’ve had nurses line up for shoulder rubs) and she stores a lot of stress up there, so I’m always happy to get to touch her and she’s always happy to be massaged.

Win. Win


Anonymous said:
For scripty saturday: what are your and mrs scripty’s favorite couple activities to do on your days off? Do you go for walks and stop by a cafe? Do you watch cute puppy documentaries and have brunch?            

If by “puppy documentaries” you mean “Supergirl”, then yes, we watch puppy documentaries! (That’s basically what it is…)

Originally posted by descendintothemaddness

“Brunch” is more likely me making us pancakes; of the two of us I’m the one who likes to cook, but sometimes we go out. She’s big on the outdoors, so when the weather is nice we hike and walk and play outside. I’ll follow her anywhere, and she likes to get out of town.

Generally I’m really bad at planning things, because with a schedule like mine I just want to sit, but it’s important to do as well. But honestly, any night we get to eat a meal together and curl up and watch TV is basically heaven.


Stay Tuned for Part 2!

Part 2 of this will cover…. well, everything that isn’t Mrs. Scripty (and at least one thing that is). It’ll post in the late afternoon.

Love you guys!!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty