I’ve been debating all day whether to blog this. I woke up at 4:45 am a mess, and all I could think of to do was to wake Richard up in tears. The stupid bleeping bag, empty when I’d gone to bed, had burst. I didn’t even know they could DO that, and I had utterly no idea what to do. I’m new at this stuff. I didn’t even remember at that hour how to put a new seal on, and I didn’t know where the thing was leaking and I’d been given many a warning about not letting that stuff on my skin. I wanted to wail, I have to live with THIS for the rest of my life?!
He got me into the warm shower, helped me see the seal was fine, got me a new bag–I didn’t even know if I had another one the right size in the various supplies they’d sent me home with–tucked me back into bed with a much-needed pain pill, and told me it was okay, it was his turn to do the midnight changings now.
I can’t tell you how much I love that man.