I'm used to Mr. Wonderful fixing me coffee in the morning and bringing it to my bedside. I'm used to Mr. Wonderful feeding the cats and putting wood in the outside heater first thing in the morning so the house is toasty warm when I wake. I'm used to having a strong arm to lift and tote and carry out the trash.

I'm not used to having to do all this by myself. I'm not used to changing dressings on his foot and bringing him medication. I haven't had to sit on him to keep him down but he is already tired of not being able to do all the projects that are calling his name.

I will be lucky to keep him down till Monday. He is trying not to take pain medication as it makes him nauseated. So he is occasionally using Advil for the spasms that creep up on him.

I definitely think we will be looking for steel toe safety shoes when he is more mobile. I'm sure he is getting better because he is getting cranky now. (Always a sure sign of improvement!) Keep him in your prayers and me too! I have been forced to do some of his tasks and am quite impressed with what an Amazon Woman I can be when forced to cope on my own.

Who Knew? Maybe I'm not such a pampered poodle after all?

Labels: coping, Poor Mr. Wonderful