Life Goes On
Days like today remind me that life goes on, chronic pain or not.
My flight home from Philly was delayed by several hours. Instead of arriving just after 10 pm, I didn’t actually get home until after 1 AM this morning. Waiting for me at home was a very sick husband, a sink full of dishes, and a ton of important matters that needed to be addressed right away. Sigh…so much for a restful day of recovery.
It was a difficult re-entry, to say the least.
I would have preferred to come home to a healthy husband who could have been a practical support to me. I would have preferred to come home on time and not exhausted from sitting at the gate for an extra hour, plus 2 more hours on the tarmack before take-off, followed by a 2.5 hour flight. Reality did not match my expectations at all.
I had choices.
I could have been angry and resentful, lashing out at the airline staff or my family for circumstances beyond their control. I could have insisted on getting my own needs met to the detriment of others. I could have sacrificed my own needs in deference to the needs of others. Instead, I chose to balance the competing needs. It’s not an easy compromise to make because no one really gets everything they want or need. It’s simply making the best of a difficult situation.
There will be time for everything.
My husband will heal. The dishes will get washed. The suitcases will get unpacked. The work will get done and decisions will be made. In the interim, I need a long nap.
This article is part of the July 2016 Ultimate Blog Challenge