I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:

When it rains it doesn’t just seem to pour  in our family. trish-ian-reunion

There’s usually a full-blown tornado.

My poor hubby is about to go under the knife for the THIRD time since the fall.

What was left of a disc that ruptured this spring has RE-ruptured, and I won’t even attempt to describe the pain he’s been in.  (This is all AFTER his adventure with shoulder surgery last fall.)

                                                                                                     ian-kids-hospital Last week the kids and I went with him to get a pain-blocking shot.  His face in this photo I snapped says a lot.  Unfortunately the shot didn’t even touch the nerve pain. 

Today at the surgeon’s office Ian and I  joked about how doctor visits have replaced our coffee-dates.  It’s the only “alone-time” we’ve had lately – chatting with the doc about how to patch him back up and get him back on his feet.

In the meantime, with my better half virtually out of commission, I’m doing my best to keep my game-face on at work and hold down the fort at home.  (I hope no one’s critiquing my yard work! It’s not looking so great.) My in-laws are arriving by the weekend to help out.   In the meantime, I’m counting on seriously strong coffee to get me through the newscasts.

 It’s so hard to see your spouse in pain. Thank goodness, though, that this is not a life-threatening problem – just another big bump in the road to get over. I’m crossing my fingers that by this time next week, Ian’s in a lot better shape, and this latest storm will start to pass over.

Trish