Finding Balance: An Uncertain Chapter

It happend last night.

The one thing I’ve been dreading since all this started.

My husband having his first fall since he got crushed by a concrete wall in July.

He hit his broken foot, on the left side, as he went down. You can tell it swelled. You can tell it hurt.

And I wanted to be sick.

His shower was no different than any other time, except he exerted himself too much. He thought he could walk on his crutches next door to his uncles house and back….. he pushed too much.

His body was too tired to catch himself fully, and I just wasn’t quick enough.

And I hate that I wasn’t quick enough for him.

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We got him wrapped up and did the best we could for his foot….

But now comes the phone calls….

Do we need to schedule a doctor’s appointment?Do I just take him to the ER? Do we still go to physical therapy this morning? How is he gonna feel when he wakes up?

I just hope he is ok.

My mental state, not so much.

It’s exhausted now.

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I’m writing about it, because this helps me to stay calm and focused. This helps me keep my routine.

I like consistency, and writing (whether or not I actually post is another story) keeps consistency.

Scheduling my days out keep consistency.

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I am just hoping he really is doing ok, like he says he is.

Only time will tell.

And more doctors visits.

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Is anyone else going through something like this? Or has gone through it? What are your insights?

Let me know in the comments below!