Tim made me mad yesterday at about 3 AM and I really got my dander up. He's in pain. Serious, serious pain. Sometimes he can't walk, but he ignores things. Yesterday, the alarm went off at 3. Freight day at the store. I lay there trying to wake up. I became aware that Tim was gasping in pain on his side of the bed. I started asking questions. He did not answer me.
Then I got a little ornery.
I was still a little ornery when he came to the store at about noon. "You can't just ignore this Tim. Something is really wrong here, and Physical Therapy is making it worse, not better. You need to..." and he interrupted to say, "I'm not going to work today, and I'm going to make a doctor's appointment. I think that I'll wind up taking temporary disability until we figure out what this is."
My temper tantrum worked. (Payoff?!!) It usually doesn't go like that.
You know, I think that I have reached a turning point at school. I've been struggling to get a handle on Bobath and Brunnstrom and Rood and PNF and NDT and last night, going over the stuff yet again, I began to see it. I found videos on line, and watched the therapies on actual patients. I felt as if the pieces had begun to fit together. For the first time, I realized that I was going to graduate from this course. I mean, that's been the goal, always, but I always felt as if that could be snatched away from me at any given moment.
But it can't.
I've worked hard, and it is coming together, and in May, I'll graduate.