I have said for a while this year was going to be a year of change. Recently I got an email saying "I'm having surgery call me." Between the caregiver and medical nature I was quite worried, so I called and called, got another note that said going back in surgery.
My friend now sports huge pins and screws in his elbow.My first question was do you have any one to help you, his response while in the post op was "not realky." We talked a couple of days and we mutually decided that coming here to me would benefit us both. I am helping him recouperate and he just being here has helped a gazillion ways.
As for our relationship, we are taking it slow, really slow. We both are a little gun shy, so we both want to learn how to do it right. I can not say that this is the man of my dreams, he could be...we are slowly learning about each other as if it is a tiny seed planted in the ground that we are nurturing, not forcing to grow or put forth foliage before it's time.
I really couldn't have asked for better help. It always amazes me that he is here with pins and contraptions and his first question is "are you okay?" I wasn't going to say much for a while, but the little gentleman being the tattletale he is posted a note explaining enough that there is little for me to do other that reassure my family that I am not expecting this man to fix my life, it was simply an opportunity that presented itself and we are helping each other.
So, my feet are in the pond, but I am just walking around the perimeter with my pant legs rolled up. I am not jumping in head first, but slowly easing myself back into the part of life that we all want, but can so easily ruin.
So, I'm back, but moving slow as I had a nasty flu for three weeks, but I think this is going be a good change.