So this cutie officer sits me down to talk. (He went to school with my daughter.) He assured me that they didn’t mind coming out, but he was concerned about me. He suggested that I sleep on the first floor. I said I’d think about it. In the meantime, my husband was getting out of the hospital.
Kurt and Van left work early and drove here. I was in the family room, reading when they came, so they knew I was all right. I told them to go pick up their dad. My husband was pale and weak, but he looked all right and I was relieved. I told them all about what the police officer said, and they agreed with him. Traitors!
They quickly moved out the love seat from the family room and assembled a twin from upstairs in its place. That was going to be where I stayed from then on. It seemed all right, but it’s not a perfect solution. Sleeping isn’t the issue, but I only have the powder room. After three days of using it as sponge bath central, I balked. I had to have a shower! So on Sunday, I climbed up the stairs, my husband helped me, and I showered and shampooed. I also did it yesterday, and will continue to do so on Friday. Shhhhh…don’t rat me out!
My husband gradually got better. He has dietary restrictions, and we’re following them. His birthday is next week, and we’re celebrating on Sunday. He can have what he wants – lasagna and pineapple upside-down cake. They’re on the ‘good’ list. He sleeps a lot and goes to bed early, but he’s improving every day. On Friday, he’ll go to see his doctor, and hopefully, it will all be over. It was such a stressful experience for him – me, too!
So, that’s where I was last week. There were smaller issues mixed in, but these were the highlights. I’m trying to get back to normal, and I know things are looking up. I’m so grateful for my wonderful kids and all of their care and concern. I need them to get back to normal, too.
Thanks for listening to my saga!