Since I've been married? About two months. Once my husband went to an eight-week interventional cardiology professional training session in Massachusetts, and it was probably close to seven or eight weeks when I was deathly sick from a ruptured appendix and had to spend a very long time in and out of the hospital being given IV antibiotics and having clean-out surgeries. He was afraid to touch me when I finally came home, and I probably looked pretty bad anyway.