So the day was spent doctoring, me, not him. Our doc deserves medals but I’ve mentioned that before. He stepped through the door, then turned back. I looked up wondering what last minute wisdom he had to offer. Instead, he caught my eyes, “You sure you’re Ok?” What a dear man. “Yeah, thanks, I’m Ok, I always am.” He understood and closed the door.
He knew my man several years before diagnosis so it’s unsettling for him to watch, also.
I have yet to resort to meds on this journey – I’ve mentioned before that our doc suggested trying it “drug free” so to speak – it was early in the game and he told me I was grieving – he worked me thru it. It’s kind of been like booking a trip blind folded and then getting blind sided.
No one knows what the days hold and everyone’s story is different. Comparisons don’t make any sense – one has to handle it herself, drawing deep into her own reservoir of strength. Strength for mental and physical wellness from within her soul.
Some days (or nights) I feel it would be helpful to have a pocket full of pills to munch on – but I resist. (Where is your magic pen, Doc?) I need to be alert – but not that rotten 2:30am alert. We even disturbed our guest last night, as we worked getting settled – three sleep deprived souls on a morning run.
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Does hubby take a sleeping pill? Seems he is the one that needs to be medicated…you are so exhausted that I am sure you will sleep if things were quiet. Hope tonight is better……….
I admire your decision to go through it drug-free, but I also think he might need something to help him settle down at night, so that you can get your much needed rest.
Oh, I am just catching up with you and it sounds like you’ve had a few rough days. We’re all doing okay, still no power, but I wanted to check in to tell you we did fine. We have a few leaks in the new roof, and lots of tree damage, but that was nothing we couldn’t handle. I am praying for you this afternoon as I have lots of time without electricity, phone, etc. I took a tech break and ran up to Cafe Express to do some internet and get my fill. It’s weird how much I miss it. I think there’s a lesson here. Love to you, Annette
Sad, but no one can really help you on this journey. They can sympathize but not really understand unless they are going through much the same thing. I read your words and marvel at how well you cope. I too, hope tonight will be a peaceful one. You and Wayne are in my prayers, always.