My poor husband got really bad last Friday. He could hardly stand for a few seconds, and his walking meant more pain. I asked him if he wanted me to cancel our Easter dinner, but he adamantly refused. He tried, in vain, to help me with my dinner prep, but together we managed, and I finished all that was on my list. On Saturday morning, he decided to go back to the doctor, who said it was severe sciatica. He gave him a prescription for a steroid and different pain killers. He spent the entire day either sitting and napping or up in bed. Needless to say, that was my first priority, but I had my Saturday list that wasn’t getting completed.
At the same time, this “thing” I have really wasn’t getting better. I was hacking away and my throat and chest hurt. This left me so weak that I needed to just sit for long periods. At night, my husband-in-pain had to help me upstairs because my feet were too shaky to manage the steps. We looked like some old, crippled seniors! Nothing got finished on Saturday, so I just trimmed my list. I wouldn’t make the candies or cookies I planned, and I couldn’t get out to buy flowers. Now, my old self would have been in a tizzy over such changes, but the new me just said, “Whatever.”
For the first time in my life, I didn’t go to church on Easter – the holiest day of the year! My husband was scheduled for his ministry role, but I contacted my girlfriend who was scheduled with him, and I asked if she would get someone from the congregation to take his place. Since the littler guy was also getting over a cold, my daughter, too, decided not to meet us at church. It felt so weird being at home on Easter morning.
With my husband sitting, I managed to get a few things done. Then the gang arrived, and my kids jumped in to help. (I really am blessed with these three!) The little guys loved their baskets, and they dove right into the candy! My daughter had them dressed really cute – she even got them little straw fedoras! The younger one was cranky and didn’t want his picture taken, but we managed to sneak in a few. My one son took over KP with me by his side. This teamwork we have seems to work well. The only thing I needed to subtract from the menu was the peas. Everything else turned out well, and we had a good time.
Today, my husband said he’s much better (I think he’s lying,) and I still have this plague. I’m up half the night coughing, and I think this is more than a cold. If I’m not better, I’ll bite the bullet and see the doctor tomorrow. My husband said we’re getting sick/hurt because we’re getting old. I told him to stick a sock in it! But we’ll both just rest today and see if things improve.