On Sat, Bryan kept talking about my "big surprise" that was going to happen that night. I did some shopping in the morning (got Caleb's Halloween costume-a whole other post-but it is SO cute! He's going to be a dragon. A cute one. LOVE IT!), came home and was relaxing. Bryan was emptying the dishwasher when all of a sudden he yells and is pretty much on the floor, writhing in pain. He says he thinks he pulled something when he was closing the dishwasher. At first we thought it was something that would get better after a few minutes, but those "few minutes" came and went and he was still in pain. The thing is, he had to go with our friend Tyson to pick up our new (to us) kitchen table and chairs from some people who were moving and selling it to us. So Tyson gets to our house and Bryan manages to make it to the truck with him, saying he feels better when he doesn't move, and that he would just give T the directions and stay in the truck. There was an unfortunate incident with a nasty lady in Winchester who we were going to buy a dryer from, and that is certainly another post for another day...but it has scared me from buying things off Craigslist! Anyway, by the time he got home, in was in CRAZY pain, and couldn't even get off the floor. I wanted to call an ambulance but he kept saying no, that we had to get ready for my big surprise. I was already ready, but I knew Bryan wasn't even going to be able to shower. I kept asking him if this was something we could redo another time, cancel, etc. and he kept saying no. I felt HORRIBLE and didn't know WHAT to do. He would have none of me taking him to the hospital. So we drove to this restaurant--Bryan, unshaved and unshowered, but saying we HAD to go (I had to drive, although his initial plan was to blindfold me) and he managed to hobble in with me, and I was greeted by many friends, some from college who drove in from out of town, a room decorated so beautifully, a gorgeous homemade cake made by Juliana, a birthday crown, presents, etc...it was perfect. But I was feeling pretty subdued by all the drama from the day, and knowing Bryan was in so much pain. Once we got there, our friend Todd offered to drive Bryan to the ER, and I wanted to go but knew I couldn't, since there were so many people there and so much time and effort had been put into this party. I felt so terrible, because everyone had been saying that Bryan had been planning this for MONTHS...had even set up a special email account so I couldn't be sneaky (who, me???), and everything...and yet he couldn't stay. Sigh. But everyone really took my mind off things while he was gone, and Todd sent regular texts updating us about what was going on. He ended up being given lots of drugs (3 different kinds) and told he had "bad luck", which I'm still not quite sure what that means exactly. I went there as soon as I could, which happened to be right when he was being discharged. He slept all day yesterday, Caleb WOULDN'T sleep, and I was pulling my hair out!! He has slept a lot of today as well, but can move a little better than yesterday...I think it is getting better, but he's definitely not 100 percent yet. He's supposed to make an appt. with our regular doctor tomorrow, to see if things are better. I'm mostly worried that the only reason he seems better is because of the strength of the prescriptions he is on. Praying it's not anything more serious than what they're thinking.
I really did appreciate the party and everyone who was there, though. I loved seeing Liz's new baby, sorority sisters from college who I hadn't seen in a while, life group people, my awesome playgroup mommas, etc. I felt quite loved and special. I know Bryan feels terrible for missing it, and it hurt my heart that he wasn't there...but the fact that he put the whole thing together means so, so much to me...I truly have a wonderful, thoughtful husband. And between this and the food poisoning, I will NEVER forget this birthday...WHEW!!! Let's hope this isn't an indicator of what the rest of my 30s will be like, hahaha. :)
2 comments:
You may as well learn NOW that nurses are the worst patients!
Hope Bryan is doing much better, but make sure you hound him about not being stupid at work and over-do it on the lifting of his ICU patients . . . that would be the worst for his back!
Good luck!!
Thanks for everything, honey!! You are wonderful. I'm glad you went to your party and had fun. I wish I could have been there, but I'm glad you made it!
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