CRPS Shazz blogged a great WikiHow piece the other day called “How To Understand Someone With Chronic Pain.” I shared it with friends on Facebook, because even the most considerate and loving people in my life don’t get it – how can they?
The last item on the list, screenshot below, just became extremely relevant in my life as my husband yesterday asked me hesitantly if there were any way I would consider taking the girls across town to my parents’ house to stay for a few days. I was taken aback, then felt horribly guilty (more guilt!). He hasn’t slept well in weeks. He has issues of his own, and has even been getting migraines, while caring for me, our two daughters, and a dog. This includes getting food on the table, dishes, grocery shopping, bill paying, homework wrangling, laundry, and his own work stuff which he’s been doing (and neglecting) from home. The poor dog hasn’t been exercised properly in weeks and is chewing things up, the house is a mess, the kids are fragile and fighting while being incredible troupers. We’re all doing the best we can, even the dog. I said, of course, john, I’ll talk to my parents right away.
So here I am in my parents’ upstairs, their room, the girls in my and my brother’s old rooms, my parents in the basement family room pull-out couch. We ate a wonderful meal, and my partner at home trained Asia to “lie down,” re-attached the basement sink and cleaned the sump pump, all this evening. He has many catching-up kind of plans, but all I want is for him to relax and sleep and take care of HIMSELF for a change.
And tomorrow… crossing my fingers for extra spoons. I will be chaperoning Zo’s preschool field trip to the Pumpkin Patch and taking the girls (black cat & fox, thank you for picking easy things sweethearts!) to Downtown Trick or Treat.
Good night from across Main Street, my love.