Silver Lining: Wild Card

If there were a silver lining in the midst of sickness and surgery, it would be this: pain is the ultimate wild card. You can use it at any time, to win any round.

If G and I disagree about which TV show to watch first? I win; I just had dental surgery.

If I need mac and cheese, then G must stop whatever he's doing and make it; I'm practically an amputee.

How would you treat a war vet right after he got home from Iraq? Considering PTSD and how hard he fought for our country? Then that is how I, too, need to be treated. We are basically, exactly the same.

There is simply no way to argue with pain and suffering.

As I went upstairs to nap yesterday, I took a pic of the table because I thought it pretty much sums up our weekend:

When I came downstairs a few hours later, the table looked like this:

I stared at it forever. All I could think was, (1) Why did G go to the store? and (2) WHY DIDN'T HE PUT UP THE GROCERIES?! As I reached for the divorce papers, he told me that we got a home delivery from King Soopers!

A-peep had ordered a care package and had it delivered to us! Did you know stores did this?

So I've been slurping and mushing my way through mac & cheese, water, and chocolate eggs ever since.

A wounded war vet amputee PTSD-suffering patriot must do what she can, you know.