Needless to say the last week has been completely insane. We had 8 out of town guests coming in and I was trying to get work done all at the same time. It was all a lot. We finally got most of everything done. We had a late group at work on Thursday night and so Bryan was entertaining his parents until I got there. Friday I had a training and everyone else come in throughout the day. It was so busy that I didn't get much time to reflect on how emotional Alive Days can be.
Bryan woke up at 8 but went back to bed because everything hurt and his stomach was not too happy. He slept until about 11 while I was frantically tieing up loose ends. But that is the job of a wounded wife, always picking up the slack when they don't feel well. It was his party though so I didn't mind.
The party was great. We had 25 of the most wonderful friends and family here for a cookout. We had a great time. Sunday we relaxed after everyone left and watched a movie. It was good to have some us time.
Monday we woke up and carried on our regular routines of getting ready for work. Bryan left and I totally forgot to wish his Happy Alive Day. Guess when we had been celebrating for 4 days I just forgot. I called him and said I was a bad wife for not telling him before he left. That night we had planned a dinner at PF Changs and it was pouring down rain. We had a nice dinner and just enjoyed being together. It was nice.
Since it has now been two years since I got that dreaded phone call, I can't recall the LTCs voice as clearly. Guess my "PTSD symptoms" have gotten better. I can't feel the pain of my heart ripping out of my chest and the unknown. This year we have our path worked out, we are done with the Army, and we are trying to carry on as normal. It's a good feeling. Bryan has a doctors appointment on the 18th and we are afraid of surgery but hey what's one more? It is minor in comparison. Bryan gets around most of the day, and even last night he said his legs didn't hurt that bad and he wanted to walk Trixie with me. What a huge improvement. I wish he was back to normal but we have begun to accept our new normal.
We are headed to New York so Bryan can learn to adaptive ski through DSUSA (Disabled Sports USA). We are so excited. I love when he can learn to do new things even though his legs are messed up. This is a perfect Alive Day present.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sometimes It's a Bitch Sometimes It's a Rose
Last night we had horrible storms come into our area. Luckily I was home when they hit because it wasn't pretty. The power went out at 5:30 which totally ruined Bryan's plans to finish the grout before 8 of his family members come in from out of town this weekend. He ended up doing it with a flashlight because we are running out of time.
I went to bed at 8:30, there isn't much to do in the dark and I wasn't feeling good (surgery is still affecting me). He was up till midnight working on the grout in the dark and I was having trouble sleeping because it was so hot.
This morning I was to be at work at 8 am on the dot for this meeting. Our power never came on during the night nor did I expect it to because 1500 people were out of power. I was late to work because I had to take a bath in our bathroom with no window. The master shower is still in the process of being grouted. I called Bryan when I was about to leave for work to ask him how I get the garage door opened without power. He tells me at the end of our conversation that the used car that we bought for him to wear out on his 70 mile round trip route to work overheated because a belt is bad. Great! I asked him if he could take it to a local mechanic in town and get it when he got off work. He said he would try and transfer some money in case it's really expensive.
On to my day at work, I went all over our counties we serve today and on the one to way appointment I got a call from DSUSA (Disabled Sports USA). We had tried signing up a couple weeks ago to go to NY so Bryan can learn how to adaptive ski. Apparently they arranged our flights and sent that and our agenda to Bryan's e-mail address last week. Since they hadn't heard back to see if he needed special accomidations they called me. I told him we never received the agenda and flights and to send it to my e-mail. I get home and I don't have it either. Apparently yahoo has some issues. So I have no idea what day we are leaving next week to tell my boss. I know that we are going so I guess I can give her a heads up tomorrow.
Bryan was close to getting off work when I called to check about his car. He said that no local mechanics will work on his Mazda because it has a special engine and needs to be towed to a Mazda dealership. ARG I could pull my hair out on this one. I asked if he needed me to pick him up, which would totally ruin what I needed to get done tonight. He said his boss was going to bring him home. I was thankful for that. What is so frustrating is that we have two perfectly good cars, it's just too expensive for him to drive his full size truck to work everyday. Luckily we didn't pay too much for the car so putting a little more in isn't bad.
When I texted my dad this morn about the power outage, lack of sleep, and broken car. He texted back and said one of my favorite songs says "Sometimes Its a Bitch Sometimes It's a Rose" I hope your day turns out to be a Rose. All in all I guess it was a Rose, we get to go on a awesome trip and at least we have an extra car.
I went to bed at 8:30, there isn't much to do in the dark and I wasn't feeling good (surgery is still affecting me). He was up till midnight working on the grout in the dark and I was having trouble sleeping because it was so hot.
This morning I was to be at work at 8 am on the dot for this meeting. Our power never came on during the night nor did I expect it to because 1500 people were out of power. I was late to work because I had to take a bath in our bathroom with no window. The master shower is still in the process of being grouted. I called Bryan when I was about to leave for work to ask him how I get the garage door opened without power. He tells me at the end of our conversation that the used car that we bought for him to wear out on his 70 mile round trip route to work overheated because a belt is bad. Great! I asked him if he could take it to a local mechanic in town and get it when he got off work. He said he would try and transfer some money in case it's really expensive.
On to my day at work, I went all over our counties we serve today and on the one to way appointment I got a call from DSUSA (Disabled Sports USA). We had tried signing up a couple weeks ago to go to NY so Bryan can learn how to adaptive ski. Apparently they arranged our flights and sent that and our agenda to Bryan's e-mail address last week. Since they hadn't heard back to see if he needed special accomidations they called me. I told him we never received the agenda and flights and to send it to my e-mail. I get home and I don't have it either. Apparently yahoo has some issues. So I have no idea what day we are leaving next week to tell my boss. I know that we are going so I guess I can give her a heads up tomorrow.
Bryan was close to getting off work when I called to check about his car. He said that no local mechanics will work on his Mazda because it has a special engine and needs to be towed to a Mazda dealership. ARG I could pull my hair out on this one. I asked if he needed me to pick him up, which would totally ruin what I needed to get done tonight. He said his boss was going to bring him home. I was thankful for that. What is so frustrating is that we have two perfectly good cars, it's just too expensive for him to drive his full size truck to work everyday. Luckily we didn't pay too much for the car so putting a little more in isn't bad.
When I texted my dad this morn about the power outage, lack of sleep, and broken car. He texted back and said one of my favorite songs says "Sometimes Its a Bitch Sometimes It's a Rose" I hope your day turns out to be a Rose. All in all I guess it was a Rose, we get to go on a awesome trip and at least we have an extra car.
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