Yesterday
13 Aug
Yesterday I worked at my little part time personal secretary job. David doesn’t usually call me when he’s at work. Yesterday, he called me on my direct line at work. I don’t think he has ever done that. He wanted to know what time I was leaving work to come get him. I also had a text and a voicemail from him on my cell when I left the office. He was having a really bad day. At first, I thought he was having a flare up.
No, no. Turns out, he forgot his meds the night before. Yup. Just one time.
As we drove home, David had the passenger seat all the way back. I was giving him grief, “Oh, I see how it is. You only call me when you need something! You can’t just call me to see how my day is going.” He laughed and told me to drive faster.
He was supposed to go to the chiropractor (thirty minutes from our house) and then to a prayer meeting and deacons’ meeting at church. I was scheduled to have dinner with a friend. We got home and David immediately started soaking in the hotest water our tub would produce and half a bag of Epsom salts. I told him I could cancel dinner and take him to the chiropractor. “No, no. Don’t cancel your dinner. Let’s leave now and you can still make it.”
So, I drove him to the chiropractor. We were both adjusted. David felt a smidgen better.
The chiropractor could not believe I’d had a massage two days prior. My shoulders are giving me a hard time. The massage therapist and the chiropractor agreed that just because I’ve been carrying a bigger purse does not mean I should carry my lunch and library books in the purse. Okay, okay. And sometimes I carry my laptop in my purse. I’ve switched back to my older, smaller purse. Anyway, back to David. As we drove back home, he called to let folks know he wouldn’t be at the deacons’ meeting and he scheduled a massage.
I dropped David off at the house, and flew twenty minutes across to the other side of town to meet my friend for dinner. I was fifteen minutes late. I hate being late. And for some unknown reason, I didn’t have her cell number programed into my phone so I couldn’t call her to let her know I was running late. But, she’s a very good friend, and her life is crazy too, so she completely understood. It was a fun, relaxing dinner, and totally worth running around town for.
I got home just as David was getting back from his massage. He said it was the worst massage he’d ever had. The room was freezing, and when he complained, the therapist gave him a thin blanket. Here’s the thing. (Oh, my gosh! I am turning into Monk!) Cold makes David’s arthritic joints feel worse. And when you’re being massaged, whatever the therapist is working on, your back or leg, isn’t covered by the blanket. Duh. I felt so bad for David. I’ll probably be calling that particular location’s manager later today.
I was pretty tired and ready to go to bed, but David needed to get some work done. I read a few chapters in my book, and then decided that if we were going to be up late, I might as well be productive, so I cleaned our master bath.
David’s feeling a lot better today. I don’t think he’ll forget to take his meds again any time soon.
Love,
A Young Wife
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