I would consider myself to be a
planner. I like to know what’s going on
and when it’s going on. I hate it when plans change, but sometimes a change
of plans is unavoidable.........
Here’s what was supposed to happen
at our house this past weekend:
Friday- date night
Saturday – work on our floors
Sunday – church (like usual)
Here’s what ended up happening:
Matt sends me a text at 9:00 Friday morning, telling me that he
threw his back out. I ask if he needs to
go to a doctor. He replies with a
no. I remind him that we are scheduled
to continue work on the floors on Saturday......and that there is a doctor’s office
at his work for the employees (a free med-check, if you will).....and that he should
try to get an appointment scheduled before he comes home. He tells me that he will "be fine". At 6:00, Matt comes home from work hunched
over and barely walking, but he's still telling me he is "fine"! I tell him that I have muscle relaxers in the medicine cabinet from when
I was having neck spasms and encourage him to take one. He doesn’t
think he needs muscle relaxers, because he is just "fine" and just needs to lie down to feel better.
By this point, our date is obviously canceled, and I pretty much forced
my husband to get in the car and go to med-check.
I know that I don’t sound like a
very sympathetic person at this point in the post - that’s because I’m
not. Seriously, I really don’t feel sympathy
the way some do. I wish I did, but I don’t. For some people, I think sympathy is a real gift. For example, I believe that my mom has that gift, the gift to truly feel the pain that someone else is feeling and hurt with them. I'm more of a fixer. I'd rather exhaust myself trying to fix a problem than feel sympathy over a problem. Regardless of my lack of sympathy, I tend to feel less of it when someone is physically hurting and refuses to see a physician (ie: a healer
of physical pain).
So anyway back to my Friday night…...we end up going to
med-check….in concert traffic! Yes, that's right, because we
live just a few miles from where the concerts perform on the north side of
Indy. While everyone was driving to see Miranda Lambert, I was driving to med-check. Did I also mention that I'm not a very patient person? Wow, I'm revealing a lot of my character flaws in this post. Half way there, Matt tells me
that he has a medical card from his work (not to be confused with our insurance card), and we can put up to $1500 of medical expenses on it. I ask where the card
is. He tells me he left it at
home! I ask why it’s not in his wallet. Get this…..he never uses it, so why keep it
in his wallet! Refusing to turn around
in concert traffic, we go ahead and pay the co-pay for med-check and a couple
hours later, the doctor tells us that Matt is having back spasms and prescribed….wait
for it….the same medicine that I had at the house for my neck spasms! MEN….why do they have to be so difficult when
it comes to being sick or in some kind of pain!
In all seriousness I love my husband,
but he drives me nuts when it comes to being sick! I don’t doubt for one minute
that he is in pain when he is ill, but whining to me about that physical
pain won’t do anything! I went to school
to be a teacher, not a doctor! Here’s a tip for all men out there, because this
seems to be a man thing - if you want to feel better GO TO THE DOCTOR!!!!
O.k. then, so that was my
Friday. Looking back on it now, I find the situation funny, but in the moment, it wasn't very funny....just frustrating.....yep, very, very frustrating. Now that I got that off of my
chest, I’ll move on to the rest of my weekend.
Saturday, if you recall, we were
supposed to continue work on the floors.
We had two good weekends of work around the first of May. The past
four weekends Matt’s brother (who lives two hours away, has all of the tools for
the project and is soooo wonderful for helping us on this massive project) had
to work, and our floors were understandably put on hold for a month. Well, after the med-check incident, Matt naturally
called his brother and told him that he didn’t think he would be much help this
weekend, not to mention Matt’s brother’s wife is due to have a baby any
time. In the end, the timing of things just didn’t
work out for anyone this weekend, so the floors in our loft still look like this……
…… a ripped up mess! I’m
not sure when they will be finished. I
like things finished, so this drives me a little crazy. At the same time, I’m
kind of glad that Matt’s brother stayed home this weekend. I was really worried about his wife and the
baby, and I’m glad that he stayed home considering his wife's condition. If Matt’s
back didn’t go out, his brother would have probably come up (another man thing, I’m
sure of it), and I would have been worried about his wife the whole weekend.
So instead of working on our floors
Saturday, I went to work and took the girls swimming…….
…..while
Matt lay in bed drugged up on muscle relaxers and pain killers…..
Since the doctor told Matt that it
would be bad for his back to stay in bed all day, we ended up having a
weekend date after all. It wasn’t what
we had planned, but we ended up going out to dinner Saturday evening and doing some shopping
for our upcoming California trip at an outdoor mall just a few miles from our
house. We had a really good time
together Saturday night. So much so,
that I almost forgot how much my darling husband drove me crazy the night before;)
And the moral of the story is…..
You can't control the uncontrollable. Sometimes plans change…..just deal with it and make the best of what you can:)