A Young Wife’s Tale

David’s doing okay. Not great, but he’s able to go to work. He even took Henry for a short walk Saturday morning. I don’t know how it is for other well spouses, but it takes me weeks to recover from one of David’s flares. I’m so tired. David hasn’t been sleeping well from the pain, [...]

I hate it when people think that suffering in silence is admirable. Seriously? A little old lady with arthritis who never tells her friends, “When we pray, it kills me every time you squeeze my hands,” is not doing anyone any good. Every doctor David sees has told him to acknowledge the pain, to let everyone know what’s going on. Telling people when you are in pain is healthy.

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