The other night I was flipping channels on tv when I saw part of a movie about a normal married couple. After having people over for the evening, they were winding down together after their company had left. The wife was straightening up, and the husband was locking the doors and turning out the lights. It brought tears to my eyes. It’s been so long since DH did a simple small thing like check that the doors were locked and turn out the lights.
This is a tiny little thing, nothing like other things we are dealing with, but it really hurt. Sometimes I get so used to the “now”, that I sort of forget how completely things have changed—until something like this comes up. Then it’s like a blow to a wound that has nearly healed.
Oh Jan, I know, everytime I see a love scene on tv, I hurt so. This flippin disease is horrible. The good thing is, we are not alone, I cannot imagine where I would be without this site. I used to say, "don't worry about the small stuff, and it's all small stuff", now I have to worry about all the small stuff, aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hang in there.
I have been sick for the past week with kidney stones. My wife can no longer drive and we live 15 miles away from town. I thought I was going nuts, my wife was very stressed out over my pain and she would keep comming in the bedroom and offer me pain pills every 15 minutes. This is Vicoden and very addictive. I called the ambulance to take me to the hospital, and they would not let her ride in it. I had to get a friend to take me home. Caregiver role swap is a real shock.
Again, I thought I was the "only one" who would watch older couples shopping in the grocery store and got a lump in my throat...wondering why we couldn't be like that. I see older men laughing together on the golf course, and they are definitely OLDER than my husband. How different their lives are and I wonder if they appreciate their blessings enough.
and, I blink back the tears, and keep on going. This is my life.
My husband was into rages big time. No friends anymore. We were having lunch in a restaurant when six men came in laughing and enjoying each other. I felt so sad that my husband didn't have that-and didn't even miss it.