A Gold Medal for My Head

The sky has darkened with a hush now blanketing our neighborhood. My fabulous daughter and her family have returned to their nearby home in Indiana. Televisions are tuned to the closing ceremonies of an intriguing Olympics. Bob and I have been captivated by all of the athletes. It will feel awkward eating dinner without being tuned to the splashing water and spinning athletes. We are wondering in what sport we will compete in just four years in Brazil. My money is on the synchronized diving, although I haven’t seen a mix of sexes throughout the competition. Maybe they won’t notice. Do you think they will put in an elevator to the top of the diving boards?

I’m embarrassed to report that we did not attend church this morning. I hate when this happens for it frequently means that our health has posed too big of a hurdle. We had already sent off our guests to a baptism across the suburbs. Bob was appropriately dressed for summer worship, but my body went on strike.  My hips and back shouted for attention while my head fought for notice by placing a vice around my temples. There was a revolt and I lost.

I’ve seen a plethora (neat word choice on my behalf) anyway, I’ve seen bunches of doctors and supposed specialists over the years. I agree that the stress that I put on myself has reigned as champion over my rounded body. Accepting the fact that Bob’s mental, social and physical capabilities will change a wee bit in upcoming months might just have put me in a dither. I tell myself that I am being naughty and need to immediately stop, but my head is not listening to me.

You see, my body needs to postpone the headaches to days that we don’t need to do anything. Here Bob wants to head out, while the glare of a sunny day reduces me to the melting witch on the Wizard of Oz. Now I could use a little melting, particularly on my grandma arms, thick thighs and jiggling stomach, but I need enough left for my legs to reach the car pedals and arms to turn the steering wheel. We need to work in this area. Tonight has been the worst headache I’ve had in many months. I guess I need more of those grandsons of mine. At least I got the cruddy headache for the month already taken care of.

God Uses Our Love to Prove that Life is Good

       -  Who else plans their pain schedule on the health of their spouse? I’m so blessed to have such a great spouse!