|My temporary bed in the living room from which I've met visitors and exercised by day and in which I sleep at night.|
- Single-handedly moved two large mattresses down to living room, stacking them so I could have a 1st floor "bedroom" when I got home from the hospital.
- Tracked down a walker, bedside commode, portable shower seat and several other miscellaneous tools to make recovery easier.
- Puts on the anti-embolic stockings for me (I can't bend past a 90 degree hip flexion).
- Helps arrange my legs, blankets and pillows in the bed "just right".
- Has picked up sweet treats now and then on the way home from a meeting.
- Has picked up so many things I've dropped for me when my frustration level reaches its peak or my "reacher" is not within reach.
- Patiently rearranges the "clutter" that never used to bother me on the coffee table, etc. under my direction.
- Goes after the cobwebs that magically appear overnight across the room from me.
- Has done laundry and kept current with other household tasks.
- Folds up and packs the walker in the car for my therapy outings.
- Has never complained or sighed (audibly anyway, as far as I know).
- Has helped lift a heavy leg up and into the bed.
- Listens to me as I question and analyze each new pain and wonder if I've popped the ball out of the socket.
- Drove a few miles while I was still in the hospital each morning to bring me coffee he'd brewed and share a morning devotional time with me as we normally do.
- ...and SO MUCH MORE
...serve one another humbly in love. (Galatians 5:13)
My husband lives this injunction EVERY day,
but especially just now.