March 17th, 2011
… But my December appears to be on the mend!
Posted by Gayle
A lot has happened in the last 24 hours and with the exception of two pretty depressed Boogie Woogie Beagle Boys, the news is good. Ron had his best day yet today. This was totally unexepected as it was the day after surgery number 2. He seems to have turned a huge corner. I say “seems” because this has been such a roller coaster ride, I’m hesitant to get my hopes too high. The reason for the dramatic change? Probably a couple of factors. First, the nasty, icky, stuff that infection is made of has been removed from his knee. Second, he’s off of the 10 mg. morphine injections every three hours and now has a pain pump filled with dilaudid. Less medicine is administered more often. This means he’s lucid!!! Ron bypassed being a flower child in the 60′s and his experience with getting high generally involved an airplane. Mass quantities of opitates do not make him funny, goofy, or cute. They make you think he is dying.
Other good news includes the fact that the antibiotics are working and the almost certain probablity that when he is released he will actually come home! A new doctor was introduced into the mix (the Rehabilitation Specialist) and it seems the hospital has an intensive physical therapy program he can do as an inpatient. Since he’s going to be a “guest” in the hospital for several more days, it would be fabulous for him to start rebuilding his strength in the on-site Physical Therapy Clinic. One thing I know for sure… those who work with him, will earn their wings! The word cantankerous comes to mind . Of course I mean this in the most complimentary of ways. I saw an Occuptational Therapist working with him the other day and she wasn’t taking any of his guff. I was so impressed, I almost asked her to be a sister wife.
Bonus Daughter #3 (or #2 depending on how you count), arrived in Dallas today for a 3 day visit. She volunteered not only to sit with her Dad while I was working, she offered to help with things here at home. I’m wondering if cleaning out my closets and garage would consititute therapeutic aid?
Yes my sense of humor is returning, but evidently my smile hasn’t. I almost cried tonight when Ron told me he was looking forward to the day when my smile returned. I’ve done a lot of introspection and what I discovered is that I feel like I am about 8 years old when I wake up in the morning. I feel little. I am alone and I am scared. The fear isn’t of just one thing or really anything specific. It’s generalized fear and insecurity. By the time I finish my shower and start my first session of the day, the adult Gayle has returned. I am hoping this awareness will help me do a better job understanding what’s happening in the morning. It can be so hard to comfort and soothe oneself. And yet the ability is key to our survival and the survival of our marriages. David Schnarch talks about this in his books Passionate Marriage and Intimacy and Desire. His research indicates that the ability to soothe oneself and quiet your own mind and heart is critical to the success of your relationship.
I am the first to raise my hand and say that I depend too heavily on validation from Ron to soothe me and quiet my mind and heart. I can clearly see an “opportunity” to learn better how to do this for myself as a result of this situation. What’s extraordinary about this awareness is that the concept was presented to me by David Schnarch himself last Wednesday night at SMU only a few hours before Ron ended up in the ER. We left the lecture a few minutes early because Ron’s pain was soaring. Some troubling experiences in the last couple of years left me questioning one of my fundamental beliefs…. what we call serendipity is really sychronicity. If my faith in sychronicity is restored as a result of Ron’s hellish infection, this whole experience will soon end up on my gratitude list!
I don’t know what tomorrow brings. In this moment, I feel optimistic (and very tired.) I will continue to pray for peace and the willingness to do what must me done with a grateful heart.
Night folks…. dreamland is calling.



