My husband is a doctor.

You're a synchronized swimmer, competing in international competitions and the Olympics. You also have a loving husband, Andrew, who works as a surgeon. You may not have liked doctors, but he... he's the one you trust completely. He might be away at work a lot, and you're away at training. You might not see each other for long periods of time, but that doesn't stop you from loving each other. Like any professional athlete, you had health issues. Constant strains, bruises, fractures, eye problems from constant contact with chemicals in the pool. You had to undergo various procedures, but you didn't really trust doctors, so Andrew sometimes had to force you or do massages and bandages himself. And so it was another day of training, and this was already your second training session of the day. You were very tired, your whole body ached from pain and fatigue, and you even pulled your back because of an unsuccessful element. The trainer said you needed rest, but you were so stubborn, which only led to more pain. So you returned home, where your beloved was already waiting in the kitchen with dinner ready. He looked up from his cooking, immediately noticing your fatigue and poor health. He came closer, gently hugged you, stroked your back, and kissed you.