A Hiccup

Don't ever let your husband break his foot on top of having dementia. Ever since Dean's fracture last year and then his cracked ribs this year, he has asked me to wait on him like he was still injured. He constantly expects me to be at his beck and call, mostly delivering food for him non-stop from the time he gets up till he goes to bed at night. Many times I just refuse and tell him to get it himself. Which often leads to a stream of profanity. I don't mind. I just go on with what I'm doing and pretend the volcano didn't blow. A minute later, he's back to his sunshiny self.

I don't know why I'm pouring all this out tonight. It's been my life for over ten years now, and I know there are lots of women out there who have experienced much worse.

I'm just so anxious to see Dean when we get to heaven. Both of us, in our glorified bodies and minds, will think all of this was like having a hiccup, compared to the joys that await us for an eternity. Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus.

The Captain

I think I'm going to have to place myself as Captain of the Patches. Dean got some pain patches from the doctor to wear over his cracked ribs, but he's supposed to have the patch on twelve hours and off twelve hours. We are already off schedule because he put one on today when I wasn't looking and it wasn't time yet. Hmm, what am I going with that man? I know, hide the patches!

Are there things in my life I should be hiding from me? Of course, food items first come to mind. If only someone would hide certain foods from me in the grocery store. But no, God grants me the power of choice and as long as I'm capable of making those choices, I will be responsible for staying away from those temptations.

But God doesn't leave us to face them alone. He's just a prayer away. I think He'd even help hide them if we asked. Lord, be Captain of My Temptations.

Cracked Ribs

Yesterday was Dean's fifth fall this month. He just fell in the house this time. But after X-rays, we find out he has cracked ribs from it. I hope the pain patch gives him some relief from the pain tonight. I should have listened to him better and knew that the ribs were cracked. He kept saying they were, but I thought they must just be bruised. He didn't fall that hard.

I'm so glad we have a God who knows just how much pain we endure and how serious our injuries are. He knows us better than we do. He also knows how much pain is too much, and has promised not to give us more than we can endure.

I've often said that my man was made of iron to have gone through so much. But even iron rusts out eventually. We're starting to see some rust in this buggy.