Something was up. Eric let me know he wasn't going to be available for our good night call. Said he would be unreachable for about sixteen hours. Uh huh. The man sounded like the cat who swallowed the canary. Trying to play all nonchalant when I could hear his enthusiasm through the receiver. I've got that guy totally figured out. He thinks he's being all sly but I know when he's planning to surprise me. I know how long he takes to fly back here and I know we've both hated that he wasn't here to take care of me through this nightmare.
I fell asleep, machine buzzing in the background, on the recliner where I've lived all week.
About 3am I heard the garage door open and tentative feet tip toeing toward our living room. The hall light went on, shining softly where I lay, and I blinked up at a handsome familiar face looming over me.
Oh thank goodness, we can all breathe again. Eric is home. He wrapped things up as much as possible and came back nine days early. I know I feel 1000 times better. I'm sure we all do.
Eric is completely mixed up with jet lag and a backwards time zone while I'm at a loss having been all jacked up on pain killers and inconsistent sleep patterns. Quite frankly, we're the perfect match. We stayed up for hours; talking, kissing, hugging, snuggling, crying, laughing, and pretty much clinging to each other. I asked for a spanking but he refused, stating he wasn't about to punish his "broken girl". We'll see about that. A few more days and I'm sure he'll see the mental relief I would get far outweighs the physical discomfort of rolling on my side for a quick wallop. Five days sitting on my ass, it sure could use a wake up! ;)
Eric has been talking to me every day and following along with the whole FFF so he helped me come up with four new goals.
1. Eat healthy the entire month of February.
Though he's home, Eric will need to go to the office every day so as I write, he's grocery shopping for fruit, veggies, and lean meat. He's agreed to leave me a small cooler full of proportioned snacks and drinks each morning so I can eat intelligently until he brings dinner for us each night. Actually, I might do better with this than trying to diet when I was mobile and able to choose my own food.
2. Write, write, write.
Doesn't matter what I write, but as you all pointed out, this is an opportunity to take pen to paper without the interference of work and other daily responsibilities that I've suddenly had put on hold.
I moaned and complained that I have a lovely new FitBit that is now back in the box. With my knee such a mess, I can barely hobble to the bathroom, let alone get any steps in. Eric tucked a 5 pound weight next to my chair. "Three times a week, you do some arm exercises," he said. "Bicep curls one day, triceps another day, and shoulders. All from a seated position."
I'm taking pretty strong meds and I am terrible about drinking water. Eric says I need to make sure I stay hydrated to keep my body functioning with the injury and everything. The order is, "Every time you use the restroom, you have to drink a bottle of water before you can come back to the recliner." He even lined about 20 mini waters all along the counter so I have no excuse not to stay hydrated.
Then the man enticed me with a giant carrot. If I do all four things for twelve days straight and if my doctor says it is okay for me to travel, Eric is taking the week of the 20th off so we can go to my favorite beach cabin for six days of rest, relaxation, and recovery. Now that is an incentive. And, if the doctor says no, Eric will continue working until March 20th and we will go then. Exciting!!
I wish you all an equally freaking fantastic Friday! I'm cheering for you.