I often say, “Be careful what you wish for!” I say this because things don’t always play out in practice the way we think they will. When Mike first hurt his knee three months ago I was appropriately horrified. Horrified for him as the extent of the injury was unknown; horrified for me because Nurse Nightingale I am not; and, horrified for us as I knew we would be spending a lot more time together while he was in pain and I was failing as his nurse.
As time went on and it became apparent that the workers’ compensation process was not a speedy one and that surgery would be required, I became increasingly concerned. I wondered how long we (the Carol/Mike relationship) would be able to hold up under what I believed was a bad equation: pressure of the injury + bad nurse + constant togetherness. We had not experienced any of those things as a couple before and I have seen relationships go sour for lesser things…so, as I said, I was concerned.
One month turned to two months, and two months turned to three months. There were some days when I thought Mike would never get to go back to work. It was a scary and challenging time, but I am here to report that Mike has been cleared for work and starts back this week!
But here is where it gets tricky – now Mike won’t be here all the time like he was when he was injured. At first I was elated at the prospect that we would be getting back to “normal”, but darn it if somewhere along the line I didn’t grow accustomed to having him around all the time. Now as we have inched upon his return to work I am reticent to see him go – how silly is that?
Alas, that is the message herein – be careful what you wish for. I wished he would go back to work, and now that I have my wish I find myself walking around humming the old 5th Dimension song, One Less Bell to Answer.
I know Mike is happy to be able to get back to his normal routine and as we settle back into that I think I’ll adjust again to the old routine. And even as I channel Marilyn McCoo of the 5th Dimension I know that something significant has come to pass in these three months – we survived. Indeed, I think we are better for it. I love this guy and as crappy a nurse as I am, he still loves me – go figure.
Who knew one knee injury could be so illuminating? And yes, illuminating is a term I have pulled out in retrospect – during the past three months there were other words for the whole ordeal (words that if mentioned might change the rating of this post from “PG” to “R”). As I write this now though, on the other side of the injury and recuperation, I am reminded that things happen in our lives for a reason. Somehow I don’t think the reason for this was so that I could channel Marilyn McCoo…so thank you universe for this learning experience.
Day one thousand and twenty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da