Some days hurt more than others. That's why I posted this picture. I'm not ready or even close to popping vicodin to take away the pain like Dr. House does (if you know me you know I love this show), but yesterday hurt a little bit, ok a lot and this picture helped relieve the pain. It makes me laugh. In life, you can prepare and brace yourself for a fall, and even when you try to avoid it, it is still painful. That is kinda how yesterday was.
Here's a little update of the last 48 hours or so. Sunday night I got home around 12:30 am from a beautiful and joyful trip to Oklahoma. I love my family more than anything each and every one of them. The weather was increadibly sunny and bright, spring flowers were already blooming. We laughed and enjoyed every minute of my 2 day trip, but I was excited to come home to see Andy. He was already sleeping when I arrived cause he had been through an intense drill weekend. I kissed him on the forehead and went to bed as well. About 2 hours later we get a call from Andy's brother Eric letting us know that their dad had just had a stroke and was in the hospital. It was scary and it really REALLY felt like a dream cause we were both really out of it. That night was followed by follow up phone calls and restless sleep. Andy got up at 6:30 to get ready for school and his carpool buddy had slept in so he came back to bed and decided to sleep a little longer. At around 9:00 I realized my alarm never went off so we both jumped out of bed, he left for school and I texted my work letting them know I would be taking a sick day because I was exhausted and we were going to visit my father in law in the hospital as soon as Andy got back from school. After he left about 20 minutes later, I felt like I needed to go into work and at least get a few hours and then Andy could meet me in SLC and we'd ride up to the hospital together.
As soon as I got to work, I started writing my weekly report for the previous week, and Dr. Woodward came into my office. He had heard what happened with my dad in law and asked me about it, then said, "There's more bad news I have to tell you." My heart sank. He proceeded to tell me about how the project they had planned for me wasn't going to happen and that they were going to have to let me go. He went on to say he wanted to let me know and that he was very sorry and he didnt like it. His appology was sincere and I felt it. I appreciated it and I started to cry. If I dont sleep I tend to be more emotional and this set me off the top. "Well at least I'll have the afternoon off to visit my father in law in the hospital" was about all I could say. About that same time, Andy called to tell me he was driving up and that we could meet. It provided a window for Dr. Woodward to leave and for me to break the news to my husband. We had been wondering if something like this was going to happen, we just didnt know when. I tried preparing myself for it, but it still is emotionally hard to handle. I went to the meeting and they told us all about unemployment. I drove home in a transe and we packed up our things and drove up to Ogden to visit Fred (that's my dad in laws name). He's recovering well, and still has lost dexterity in his hand, but he was smiling and doing his best to hide the worry. He teared up a bit, but we're so glad he's alive and he's going to recover just fine.
You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours." It felt a bit like that yesterday, but as Andy and I were saying our prayers last night the greatest comfort came with peace in my heart and mind. It's going to be ok. The Lord knows what is going on in our lives, and he will heal any wound or any fall no matter how hard. The pain will go away and today is already looking brighter than yesterday. I can only take it one day at a time, but there's better days ahead.