(I kind of like the antique chrome)
(It's a little nicer than the silver and gold chrome)
(But this bar, although sporting a plainly look, seems to speak out to me.
It has the I've fallen and now I can get back up look.)
Any how, on our way home from the hospital my wife painted me a picture. She wants to move the girls downstairs into different rooms and turn one of the upstairs rooms into a computer/lounge/recuperating room for me when I get out of the hospital. We would make a spare bedroom out of the other room. It is a good plan, but it is a lot of work. I don't know how we are going to pull it off. We are talking about moving four rooms between three different floors. Time and strength is our enemy. We don't have a lot of it. I get short winded real fast and my body is weak. I don't dare push myself or I could start up another bleed.
But there is more to the picture. Lois is just as exhausted as I am. Perhaps more so. She is running the whole household by herself and I know it is difficult on her. We enlist the help of the girls but it is often trying. I try to do what I can but it isn't much. Today I am doing laundry and I am going to try to mount some new curtain fixtures in Alys room.
Physically I am starting to get a lot of cramps in my legs and when I get short of breath I can feel fluid in my lungs. I don't know what that's about yet. In the long run I am holding up okay, considering the circumstances. My spirit wavers from time to time but I can't imagine not being touched by this. It's a pretty big deal.
In closing I am thinking about all the people I have met recently who are ill or recuperating. I pray you all good health. I pray for your families as well. The emotional and physical toll on everyone involved is enormous -- for the wives, and the husbands and the children. Sometimes I forget that the emotional, financial and physical stress can be so taxing -- on everybody.