When problems come and the unexpected happens, you really find out what your spouse is made of. That has been my experience this week.
Last Saturday night I took a fall. It was one of those things you’d see on a show like funniest home videos, as my foot tangled round a small rail, I lost balance and somersaulted over the next lot of seats in the grandstand at the football stadium and ending up hanging there. Sounds funny and probably looked that way too. But I can tell you I wasn’t laughing at the time or since.
The ribs have been in pain and doctors thought I had cracked bones but thankfully that’s not the case. They are however severely bruised and it’s going to take a couple of weeks at least to be feeling myself. Meanwhile, Mick has taken on doing things I can’t manage because it is too painful to bend over. Things like drying my toes, picking up things I drop. Of course the more careful I am not try and not drop things the more likely I am to drop them.
It’s meant driving me to x-ray and doctor’s appointments. But the thing I am most grateful for is Mick giving up his time and driving me this weekend.
For months I have been looking forward to a poetry workshop with poet Judith Beveridge. I debated whether to pull out because of the hassles of getting there. It meant driving an hour and a half each way and then sitting all day for two days in pain. Mick volunteered to drive me so I wouldn’t have to worry about that and could relax as much as possible and enjoy that time. That meant putting himself out a lot to make things easier for me.
‘Your husband is so easy going to do that,’ someone said to me. He is, not to mention loving and prepared to put himself out for me. If it was the other way around I would do the same for him. That’s the way our marriage works. I’d suggest it’s the way any marriage works best.
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