We keep a supply of ice packs on hand at all times. Balance and mobility are not Dear Hubby’s strong suit. His neurologist and I want him to keep a cane or walker by the bed but he’s stubborn and seldom does. At least twice a week I hear him take a tumble upstairs after he’s gone up for the night.
My heart does a rabbit run and I bolt up the stairs to find him sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You okay? What happened?”
“Yeah, I fell onto my knees getting up is all.”
“You scared me to death. Did you hurt yourself?”
“Nope, I’m fine.”
My heart settles back into a normal rhythm again. I stand there and watch him for a bit, drinking his image in. I love him so much that when he hurts, I hurt.
We keep a mobility cart out in the yard so he can play with the dogs, but it’s only good in the spring, summer, and fall weather. Once winter hits the cart becomes a useless thing that takes up space on the back porch. He doesn’t get out as much and often becomes more depressed than usual.
The pups and I do our best to keep him smiling. A laugh or two a day does him good and even eases his pain. Friends, who remember him and visit, especially during the winter months, are like precious gems.
Add to your supply of ice packs my gift of endless feather boas full of laughter and smiles to wrap up in.
Smiles and fun are always welcome!
Awww I am sending precious good thoughts as we speak. What you do for DH is amazing and your are an amazing person keep your chin up.
tell him not to be so stubborn (yeah right) lol just tell him to be carefull
SM, thanks. I’m not amazing, I love the guy.
Jimjim, you’re right, telling him not to be so stubborn would be like telling a block of cement to sit and stay.