Drugs and Love

Trending upward.  Each morning, each rehab in office and at home, each night’s sleep has gotten a little bit better.  Other than being in the ‘sweet spot’ of not too challenging and not challenging enough when it comes to exercises there are two major things to thank: my drugs and my wife.

Once I figured out that the doctors were giving me multiple prescriptions for pain killers for a reason and started taking them on schedule every day, the process began going better.  The trade off is that it is difficult to focus and I get a little dozey during the day.  But, as my therapist said, this is the only thing that should be on my plate right now.  Getting healed is what I am about for the next couple of weeks.  That’s it.

Prior to our marriage, my wife and I spent many hours creating our vows.  They are now beautifully written and framed above our bed.  Our minister, delightful man that he was, chose to ignore them and used the traditional vows.  I’m pretty sure that one was the ‘in sickness and in health’ one.  I am glad.

There has never been a moment that she has not thought about what I could possibly need at any given moment during this whole process.  She has been patient, kind, loving, and forceful when necessary.  And, she rarely injures herself or gets sick so I have few opportunities to show my healing chops.  I’m not going to go on and on about how blessed I have been in marriage, but I have been and my eventually recovery would not be any where close to what it might have been without her.