I actually don’t have to be up until 7 a.m. but this is when Bryan’s series of alarms start. He needs the repeated alarms to get out of bed every day. The first one rang at 6:00, he hit snooze and the second alarm came at 6:05. He hit snooze again. Sometimes he might get up on the third alarm but usually, it’s not until the fourth. I laid there wishing I could sleep until my alarm goes off at 7:00. His legs ache every morning. He is stiff so he has to move around through the series of alarms until he drags himself out of bed.
He showered while I threw a pillow over my head to try and drown out the sounds. I am not a morning person. My alarm finally rang and Bryan brought a cup of caffeine to my bedside table. I smile every morning when he brings it because he is doing something sweet for me - a huge step for someone with TBI/PTSD. We met in the kitchen where he ate breakfast and I watched him pour out his pills and take them.
Bryan has been having some issues with his PTSD so we were off to the doctor. He needed to be seen, soon. I was surprised they worked him in since he called several months ago to talk about these issues and the earliest appointment was months later. The VA is always so backlogged that you can’t expect a quick appointment. It was comforting that they worked him in so quickly.
They asked about his job and insurance carriers. They copied his Tricare and Medicare cards. We thought this was strange since the VA should cover his care and not worry about what other insurance he has.
We headed down to the purple team hallway after a series of lefts and rights. Bryan reminded me that it was confusing the first time he came because he couldn’t remember how many lefts and rights he was supposed to take. I made a mental note to e-mail his case manager later to remind her of this and suggest that they post signs on the wall to direct the veterans.
Once we were called in to the psychiatrist’s office, we realized we were not seeing Bryan’s normal doctor since it is a last-minute appointment. She spent about five minutes going over his symptoms and told him to go up on one of his meds and in two weeks go down on another. She refilled his meds and sent us home with instructions for the new dosages.
I returned home and received flowers from a friend of mine. She is so thoughtful. She knew we were having a rough week and wanted to cheer me up. I am so blessed by the amazing women that support me.
Our dog Trixie was at the window, waiting for her daddy to come home. Trixie and Bryan have a special bond and she is very healing for him. Bryan always wanted his own dog so we adopted her the day after he was medically retired.
I finished our day with a healthy meal and Bryan retreated to the basement with Trixie. I worked on my computer and watched some TV. Bryan coughed so much through the night that he slept in the basement in an upright position to help with the congestion.
At the end of every day, I reflect on what a wonderful support group I have. Even though they don’t live here, they support me from afar. I always try to find a way to melt away the stress from a large hospital bill looming over my head or when I see my husband in pain. I think some days it is hectic and hard to stay positive but I know that I am blessed my wounded warrior is still here with me today.