Last night I woke up at about 2:30 AM with horrible pains going from my left elbow, down my arm, to my hand...it was like a dull constant pain, kinda like...ya know when you hurt your finger and you feel like you need to crack it? But then you keep popping it till it won't pop anymore and it just makes it hurt worse? It was like that, only it was going through my whole arm...and more intense than that...haha (I know that sounds really weird..)
Anyway, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom to get some ibuprofen. I was expecting to turn on the lights and see my arm swollen and bruised...or maybe cut off or something...however, it somehow looked the same as always.
So, I took 3 ibuprofen and I went to lay back down. I laid there for a while half awake praying it would stop hurting. After about an hour, I guess I dozed off for a second, but reawoke at about 3:30 AM feeling horrible and I guess moaning which apparently woke up Blake.
Now, first let me say that Blake is the deepest sleeper you will ever meet. If you were to try to wake him up in the middle of the night he never really wakes up. Sometimes you can get him so stir, but he will rarely ever really wake up. It's usually just him sleep walking/talking, and he never remembers it the next day.
But for some reason this time he was wide awake saying "babe what's wrong?!"
(Maybe I was crying out louder than I realized?)
I told him my arm was hurting and that it wouldn't stop. The ibuprofen hadn't done anything. (This story is longer than I'd intended, but it's coming to an end soon I promise)
Anyway, I couldn't sleep it hurt so bad. Blake got up and got me some ice (why hadn't I thought of that?) and 1 more ibuprofen. I also insisted on taking 1 Benadryl. I wanted to go to sleep so badly so that I wouldn't feel my arm anymore, and Benadryl is the one thing that always knocks me out. (I know I shouldn't take medicine like that, but I was desperate at this point).
I don't even know when I started crying, but after that we went back to bed and he held me while I cried and tried to sleep. For some reason, just having him up with me helped it not hurt as much.
This morning I woke up with almost no more pain and feeling very grateful to Blake for taking care of me.
Then I got to work and found this
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/ through my sisters blog. I realize that most of you are probably familiar with this blog already, but I'd never heard of it until today.
If you haven't read her blog, I'll tell you a little bit about it.
If you go back to 08/15/08 on her blog, Stephanie (She goes by Nie) writes one of her regular posts as a 28 year old fun-loving mother of four. Then, two days later her sister wrote a post telling that Stephanie and her husband were in a private plane accident and had serious injuries. Her sister continues to update Nies blog for those who read her blog. Finally on 01/16/09 Nie blogs for the first time in 4 months. After having been in a coma and dealing with severe burns on 85% of her body, she starts updating her blog and sharing her experiences about her recovery.
I read through her blog in tears and was in awe at what a strong woman, wife, and mother she is. Reading about the constant pain she's been through for the last year made me feel pretty wussy for crying about my arm hurting last night!
Along with that however, I read about her sweet family and her husband. They both work so hard together to get through their trials.
It made me think about my own sweet husband who works SO hard everyday and who will wake up in the middle of the night and do anything he can to help me feel better.
I am feeling SO grateful for all the blessing Blake and I have been given.
I went for a jog last night...I CAN go for a jog..whenever I want. She wrote right after she was released from the hospital about how she longed to be able to get up and run again. I will never take my jogs for granted again.
Anyway, I read this blog and am now feeling very humbled.
& very much in love with my sweet husband who takes such good care of me.