Yesterday was a fabulous day.  The Husband and I went out on a date, just the two of us after he was finally able to wake up.  Plans for going to church fell through at 8:06 AM yesterday morning because he was having muscle spasms in his legs.  He isn’t sure what he did to get them going, but since he is now a security guard and on his feet 12 hours straight, sometimes he doesn’t need to do anything to get his legs hurting and twitching.  (Last week we didn’t make it to church because no one’s alarm went off in the entire household!  Conspiracy?)

Going to church yesterday was my goal for the entire week.  My clothes were picked out; shoes were at the ready; wheelchair was deodorized; and I was clean and ready to go.  The roles are sort of reversed now because I am feeling well enough to make it to church and The Husband isn’t.  There isn’t any use in getting upset.  Pain is a monster that sucks away your life’s energy and, if bad enough, makes you ready to give-up-the-ghost, unless you’re really stubborn, which both of us are.  Still, we got ready just a little shy of “church ready” way late in the afternoon and went out for dinner and then to Barnes & Noble for a little while.  I really just needed to get out of the house, and The Husband was actually looking forward to spending some quality time with me.  Isn’t that romantical?  (Before heading out we said our prayers and read the readings for the day.  It wasn’t the same as going to church, but it helped.)

Getting out of the house yesterday was good for the both of us.  Since my pain is under control, staying inside is harder than it was.  The pain doesn’t drain my energy and make me miserable any longer.  I am a new creature.  The Husband is even calling me throughout the workday reminding me not to over-do and even encouraging me to knit, etc.  Yesterday was even damp and had an interesting pressure wave going on, and I was still able to do things; however, I didn’t push The Husband too much.  I am concerned about his feet and legs.  I don’t want to help any arthritis develop in his joints.  So, we just took it easy and he enjoyed the day as much as I did.

Today, Independence Day, The Husband is working and I am home.  Again.  This time, though, I am truly thankful I am because it has already severely stormed and The Husband informed me the electricity is off at the facility he looks after!  The storm was bad enough, today is bad enough, it has stabbed through the new pain medication and I’ve felt a lot of pain.  Thankfully, there is a backup to take in such a situation.  Once the weather calms down I expect to once again be pain free.

Missing the fireworks doesn’t upset me either.  I much rather prefer being dry.  Besides, fireworks I can watch on TV, or the computer.