If I didn’t fully appreciate Drew for all that he’s done to care for me since I had encephalitis in December, 2017, his spine surgery has certainly corrected that.
We have stairs in our house. I usually carry a bag upstairs with me, so that I can carry everything I might need for the day down with me in the morning. I do the same during the day. The goal is to only have to climb the stairs once per day. If there is something heavy or requiring two hands, it is Drew who usually carries it up for me. He can’t do that right now, because of his surgery. He tried to help me put dishes away. He raised both hands over his head and heard a loud pop, since then all his healing progress seems to have come undone. The X-Rays say everything looks find, and the doctor says he probably popped a suture inside. But now he’s not allowed to reach up over his head or lift more than 5 lbs, and he’ll have to do physical therapy.
Our house is built on a hill, so while the front has three or four steps to the front door, there is a full flight of stairs down to the yard from the back porch. It’s a nice, large, screened in porch. We have senior dogs. They’ll be 11 in December. One of them is struggling to climb the stairs at mealtimes.
So, while recovering from my own crazy health issues, I’m doing all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and caring for the animals and my man. On the one hand, I’m super proud of myself, because I’ve never been this diligent about keeping my house clean, before. On the other hand, I’m sleeping until noon, and until 4:00 one day. I don’t like that.
My health is holding up, so far, but I find myself struggling to breathe now and then.
So that’s why there hasn’t been much in the way of updates from me. I have several drafts started, but I’m never quite able to finish them.
Here are Drew’s x-rays, if you’re curious.