It’s been super busy here. Just completely non-stop — one thing after another: soccer practices, soccer games, soccer tournaments, baseball practices, baseball play-offs, batting practices, dentist appointments, violin concerts, piano lessons, a family wedding, school science fair projects, school country fair, two haircut appointments, girl scout mommy& me event, girl scout weekend camping, ER visit — and this is all in just the past 5 days.
HIM: Yea…um…it’s still hurting. (pacing our room, hand on his chest)
ME: (lifting my head off of the pillow, yet again) Okay, well…what can I do for you? How can I help?
HIM: You can’t. It just hurts.
ME: Do you want to come lie back down? Try to sleep?
HIM: No. It hurts worse when I lie down.
ME: Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the hospital?
HIM: No, no. I can wait until morning.
ME: You sure?
ME: Okay then…well, I’m going back to sleep. Unless you want me to stay up with you?
HIM: No, I’m okay. Go back to sleep.
one minutes passes.
HIM: Man, I think it’s getting worse.
ME: Okay, let’s go to the ER.
ME: Is this a money-thing? You don’t want to pay for an ER visit? Is that it?
HIM: No, I just don’t want to over-react.
ME: But you’re in pain. Plus, you’re keeping me up.
HIM: Go back to sleep, then.
ME: Well, I would. But you keep talking.
HIM: I can’t help it. It hurts.
ME: If it hurts that much, we should go to the hospital.
HIM: No, I don’t need to.
two minutes pass, I think I almost fall asleep again…and then:
HIM: It just really hurts!
ME: (getting out of bed now) OMG, let’s go. Get in the car.
HIM: Okay, yea…maybe I better.
I text back:
and I put my phone back on the night stand, roll over, and fall back asleep.
About a half hour later, another text wakes me up. It’s now 2:45am.
Yeah, right, I’m thinking. Now he’s just trying to make me feel guilty.
Uphill all the way.
After a visit from the ER.
Yea, rite! As if!
Now, while I may not be the perfect wife, I am definitely not cruel!
So I text back:
And…I fall back asleep.
The next text comes not too long after the last one.