Wednesday, March 3

Wednesday, March 3

Short version:

Good day. Ate well, slept well, got clean, changed clothes. Doctor’s appointment tomorrow (Thursday) and surgery scheduled for next Tuesday here in Anderson. Still very painful with each movement, but improving each day.

Interesting Insights

It was so wonderful to be home again. It had been over a week since I‘d been home (except for 9 hours Thursday night as I made my trip form the Outerbanks to Anderson before I headed to Atlanta). It was interesting because as I worked at home today, it was obvious that my husband had intended to be back home that night, several days before I was scheduled to come home. When I’m gone, he doesn’t keep the house like I do. No matter. It’s always back to normal (well, close enough) when I get back. This time, however, his schedule changed a bit.

He was obviously in a hurry, focused on his plans for that day. He’d made coffee and dressed and rushed out the door. When I got home Thursday night, our bedroom looked like someone had set off a bomb in his closet. He had certainly been looking for some piece of clothing that must have alluded him for quite some time. There were clothes everywhere. I’m not sure how much time he’d spent on his quest for just the right outfit, but had he known that in less than two hours, the EMT would be cutting it off his body, I’m sure it wouldn’t have held quite the same priority. The mess he left behind, he’d deal with later, he thought. It was a bit eerie finding things he surely would have taken care of had he known he wouldn’t be coming back home for nearly a week…. Ouch…. Too many applications on this one. What do I need to take care of NOW? What am I throwing to the top of my priority list that maybe shouldn’t even be on the list. What assumptions am I making about life that are just not wise to make? Planning for the future, setting goals and working hard toward improving life in all areas are definitely good things. But I cannot miss the present. As I arrive in the future, alive or dead, and look back over my shoulder, will I be satisfied with what I see?