So, on friday, Jason texts me to come home immediately, that he needs me. Upon further proding, I find it's because he's "injured". So I hike my butt home from across campus to find Jason with a melon sized ankle, laying in bed moaning all cute and pathetic like. After 30 minutes of nagging, we spend 45 minutes hobbling him to the car so that I can drive him to urgent care.
Did you catch that? Yes, I DROVE. First time in months, and I would like to say that I was more terrified than Jason. Ok, maybe not more than Jason, he was injured AND terrified for his life, so I won't embellish my own fear, just try to describe it semi-accurately. I was actually more scared AFTER the doctor's, because I now I had my packaged and bandaged up parcel, and wanted to deliver him safely to our apartment during rush hour. This is also after missing some of my medicine...1 hour late, not a life and death issue, but definitely enough for me to be paranoid about being safe for the whole 5 blocks I was going to need to drive.
Jason was very upset that his injury would impede his workout plans. He was going to have one of my coworkers burn him "Insanity." Instead, he got crutches, which is about the same amount of cardio, and MUCH more arm work. So, no problem there.
The result of all this excitement, was me making my first lone grocery store trip in around 5, 6 months, me doing all the cooking and cleaning, and fetching water, nagging to elevate and ice, sleeping on the couch so he can prop up comfortably, etc. Basically, I'm BUSY, but not in a way I usually am. Yesterday I made fish fry, today I made lasagna, I'm all prepped for tomorrow's fajitas with cilantro-lime rice, and who knows what else is on the menu as I pack readimade meals for jason when I leave him for Michigan. Tomorrow morning, I'll be taking out the trash for the first time in 2.5 years. How spoiled am I? I've done..... DISHES! (GASP) I've done the dishes a gazillion times over the last few days as I've cooked up a storm. When people would ask if I had a dishwasher, my response was always "why yes I do, his name is Jason!" Not true these days!
No worries, every 20 minutes or so, I take a break, lay down, and make out with Claire for about 5 minutes, and then get back up to finish cooking. Oh, Claire is our air conditioner, minor detail! =)
I'm just realizing that Jason can't crutch and reach the microwave and hold his meal at the same time... that will be interesting.... LOL.
So, anyway, what all the excitement on Friday means is that the rest of the weekend has been really quiet. While everyone else is out and about, Jason and I are in and un-about because of our limited mobility. I woke up this morning and was like, oh, welcome to the elderly lifestyle for REAL. I'm SO GLAD we haven't had 30-50 years to annoy each other yet, or this would be an episode of cops where he's trying to beat me with his crutch while rolling on the desk chair and I'm trying to force feed him my arsenic flavored lasagna... =)
It's nice to know that despite my current condition, I can still come through for someone. I'm so RELIEVED I have something stable to offer, I can still be the support for someone I love. Cancer hasn't rendered me completely useless or always the one needing help rather than offering it. I can still assist someone else, I just need more "Claire Breaks," if I do. One less thing to worry about!
Jason's foot today after he wrapped it too tight and was naughty and didn't elevate it as much as he should have. I'll be a better nag tomorrow... =)
Did you catch that? Yes, I DROVE. First time in months, and I would like to say that I was more terrified than Jason. Ok, maybe not more than Jason, he was injured AND terrified for his life, so I won't embellish my own fear, just try to describe it semi-accurately. I was actually more scared AFTER the doctor's, because I now I had my packaged and bandaged up parcel, and wanted to deliver him safely to our apartment during rush hour. This is also after missing some of my medicine...1 hour late, not a life and death issue, but definitely enough for me to be paranoid about being safe for the whole 5 blocks I was going to need to drive.
Jason was very upset that his injury would impede his workout plans. He was going to have one of my coworkers burn him "Insanity." Instead, he got crutches, which is about the same amount of cardio, and MUCH more arm work. So, no problem there.
The result of all this excitement, was me making my first lone grocery store trip in around 5, 6 months, me doing all the cooking and cleaning, and fetching water, nagging to elevate and ice, sleeping on the couch so he can prop up comfortably, etc. Basically, I'm BUSY, but not in a way I usually am. Yesterday I made fish fry, today I made lasagna, I'm all prepped for tomorrow's fajitas with cilantro-lime rice, and who knows what else is on the menu as I pack readimade meals for jason when I leave him for Michigan. Tomorrow morning, I'll be taking out the trash for the first time in 2.5 years. How spoiled am I? I've done..... DISHES! (GASP) I've done the dishes a gazillion times over the last few days as I've cooked up a storm. When people would ask if I had a dishwasher, my response was always "why yes I do, his name is Jason!" Not true these days!
No worries, every 20 minutes or so, I take a break, lay down, and make out with Claire for about 5 minutes, and then get back up to finish cooking. Oh, Claire is our air conditioner, minor detail! =)
I'm just realizing that Jason can't crutch and reach the microwave and hold his meal at the same time... that will be interesting.... LOL.
So, anyway, what all the excitement on Friday means is that the rest of the weekend has been really quiet. While everyone else is out and about, Jason and I are in and un-about because of our limited mobility. I woke up this morning and was like, oh, welcome to the elderly lifestyle for REAL. I'm SO GLAD we haven't had 30-50 years to annoy each other yet, or this would be an episode of cops where he's trying to beat me with his crutch while rolling on the desk chair and I'm trying to force feed him my arsenic flavored lasagna... =)
It's nice to know that despite my current condition, I can still come through for someone. I'm so RELIEVED I have something stable to offer, I can still be the support for someone I love. Cancer hasn't rendered me completely useless or always the one needing help rather than offering it. I can still assist someone else, I just need more "Claire Breaks," if I do. One less thing to worry about!
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