Unfortunately, it turned out to be much more serious than a pinched sciatic nerve. Instead, we were soon informed, it looked to be a stroke.
Weirdly, I've had little to no admittance into the hospital(s) due to the pandemic restrictions, therefore other than this horribly frightening news / event, it's been a fairly normal day.
Tonight, I will have an opportunity to spend some time with her. Her neurologist has been kind enough to bend the rules for us. Angie is a expert crier, therefore I know whilst there, she'll do some of that for both of us.
We've never walked this particular road before. Pray for me to stay optimistic, but primarily, pray for Angie. Her spirits have been and continue to be low indeed. And this particular setback has effectively knocked her on her back. And this is the last place she cares to be as my wife and the mother of our three girls.
On occasion, I'll have dreams where I'm back working within the field of architecture, yet I've no recent experience (which I really don't), therefore I'm anxious to boot about how I'm supposed to make this work. And then I wake up, and thank God, I realize it was only a dream.
This has been one of those days that I wish I could wake up from.
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