This time in one month Spud and I will be married and starting the first day of our honeymoon!
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
I honestly wasn't planning on coming back here, but then I hadn't planned my hiatus in the first place. I hadn't intended on the title of my final post to strike such finality, but then the event occurred to turn my life completely upside down. For a long time I felt fragile, and once I'd recovered a little, I tried and failed to post, but it felt like like trying to correct someone who's been calling you by the wrong name for the last year that they've known you. It felt like too little too late. Then, on Sunday, I logged in and there were some kind, encouraging words waiting for me, and it was enough to make me realise what I was missing. So I came back. What happened was this:
On the night of Monday 5th March, I received a phone call from my prospective mother-in-law, to say that Spud had been involved in a car accident. She'd only heard the news herself, but she was able to reassure me that he was okay though he had broken his leg. I didn't see him until the next morning, after walking around in a daze for six hours at work. He was on a strong dosage of morphine, and was very out of it, and he was due to go into theatre very shortly. He also couldn't see at all, which was the most frightening thing. I sat with him for an hour before they whisked him away, and then barely made it back to my car before the emotions hit me like a tidal wave, causing me to break down and cry.
It was a very tense afternoon. I couldn't settle to anything, and spent most of the day waiting, trying to pray, ringing the hospital hourly and crying when I was told there was no news. Finally, in the evening, I was told he was in the High Dependency Unit, so that his heart condition could be monitored. He still couldn't see, and was still on a high dosage of morphine. I felt a bit stronger the following day, but something upset me before going into the hospital. I sat with him for a couple of hours, and then had to leave the room when his parents arrived, as patients were limited to two visitors at a time. I walked the corridor, feeling extremely alone. The only thing I could think to do was go to the toilets and have a good cry. I then got a coffee and sat at the far end of the cafe, sending out frantic text messages requesting jokes, anything to take my mind off what was happening. Unfortunately I had no signal.
I walked around for a bit, realising I needed to be in range, and that was when my in-laws rang to say that Spud had been moved to the orthopaedic ward, though we had to wait another hour or so before we could see him again, due to the ward's visiting hours. We returned to the cafe to kill a bit of time, returning to the ward at six. Spud was still very groggy, but the nurses were talking of changing the painkillers so that he would be more with it. I think it was his grogginess that frightened me the most, because the first time I went to see him after the accident, I was expecting him to be sitting up in bed, moaning about his leg nevertheless, and so it was quite a shock to see him like that.
The next morning at work, I felt like I was the one on sedatives. I barely felt anything at all, and even offered to stay on and do some overtime. By this time, most of my colleagues knew about Spud and were extremely kind and supportive. I was silently wondering what I was going to do if Spud never got his sight back, and even wondered about seeing if I could get full time night shift hours, which I knew would be strenuous to say the least. I needn't have worried though, because when I went to see Spud that afternoon he looked right at me and exclaimed, "I can see you!" We don't to this day know why he lost his sight for two and a half days after the accident, but we have had all sorts of suggestions. It could be due to the impact of the collision, because he was taking Warfarin, or because of the painkillers. We will never really know.
I felt that the worst was over, but in hindsight I realise that it was actually several weeks, even months, before we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Once he was out of hospital after two and a half weeks, he needed constant care and attention. I waited on him hand and foot, working for two people, but barely getting the rest for one. It was a time that tested our relationship. While Spud is a brilliant fiancé, he isn't a good patient. He found it difficult to look past his own pain and suffering and see that the rest of us weren't having an easy time either. He also doesn't often express gratitude, which I found tough. I didn't need him to praise me every single time I did something for him, but a little acknowledgement would have been nice. I lost my patience on one occasion when I made a mistake and he had a real go at me. I felt like crying or shouting at him, but instead, I calmly pointed out to him that while his situation sucked and I would never want to swap places with him, he needed to realise that everyone else was dancing around him in order to take care of him. It was obviously the right way to react, as he has been a lot better since then.
The last four months have driven us both to the very limit, but we pulled through. I believe that we are stronger, both as individuals and as a couple, for what happened to us, and I also feel that we are closer for what we went through. You'll be pleased to know that he's almost mobile again, and hopes to return to work on Friday. The accident hasn't affected his love of cars, and he's very glad to be back in the driver's seat at long last!
Sunday, 1 July 2012
I don't think I really intended to abandon ship; I was just standing too close to the edge. When the boat rocked I slipped overboard into the water and found I didn't have the will to climb back on board. Instead I built a dinghy, and bobbed about in the ocean for a while, no longer sure of myself or my direction. There were days when I would gaze hopefully at the horizon, certain that my destination would appear before too long. There were days when I would curl up in a ball and hide myself beneath the tarpaulin, feeling that all was lost. One day, a boat drew up beside me and I recognised it as my own, but it wasn't desolate. There was a whole crew of people aboard and they were all waving at me and beaming, beckoning me to join them. I saw Tamara, and Anna, and Ashley, and Mariel, and many others including a new face. I secured my dinghy and climbed aboard.
There is a lot to tell, my friends, but please know that I am back and I am here to stay.