This afternoon went by surprisingly fast.
Painfully, but fast.
I woke up a couple of mornings ago to the sight of Eleanor putting an Ace bandage on her knee. A combination of chronic pain from standing up so much at work, and some aggravation of it during a workout, had put her into pretty constant pain.
Yesterday, she bought a more knee-specific brace and got through the workday more-or-less okay.
This morning, she was hobbled but seemed to be all right during church, but as I warmed up the car to take her to work this afternoon, I heard a painful yell from the steps leading from the kitchen into the garage. Something had aggravated it. Something bad.
The trip to Wegmans wound up as nothing more than a grocery run, and I got her home to a comfy sofa as quickly as I could. She used to have a stray pair of crutches from an earlier injury, but they were long returned to wherever they came from, and my wife was a hurtin' turkey for most of the afternoon. We called as many friends and neighbors as we could think of until a grandmother of one of Em's friends, bless her, not only volunteered a pair but shipped them over here via Sara's parents.
She seems fine when she's not moving, but the pain I feel watching her exceeds any I can ever manage to feel on my own account.
Tomorrow is a day off- for all three of us. This is a good thing.
Painfully, but fast.
I woke up a couple of mornings ago to the sight of Eleanor putting an Ace bandage on her knee. A combination of chronic pain from standing up so much at work, and some aggravation of it during a workout, had put her into pretty constant pain.
Yesterday, she bought a more knee-specific brace and got through the workday more-or-less okay.
This morning, she was hobbled but seemed to be all right during church, but as I warmed up the car to take her to work this afternoon, I heard a painful yell from the steps leading from the kitchen into the garage. Something had aggravated it. Something bad.
The trip to Wegmans wound up as nothing more than a grocery run, and I got her home to a comfy sofa as quickly as I could. She used to have a stray pair of crutches from an earlier injury, but they were long returned to wherever they came from, and my wife was a hurtin' turkey for most of the afternoon. We called as many friends and neighbors as we could think of until a grandmother of one of Em's friends, bless her, not only volunteered a pair but shipped them over here via Sara's parents.
She seems fine when she's not moving, but the pain I feel watching her exceeds any I can ever manage to feel on my own account.
Tomorrow is a day off- for all three of us. This is a good thing.
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