Thursday, November 30, 2017

One Week

It has been one week since the heart attack. I want to say the professor is his old self but that would be a lie. He has always locked his emotions away especially his anger and fear. He is doing that still. I am certain that is not where he needs to be but it is his process and I will wait patiently  as I have always done for him.

When he is ready to release it I will be ready to hold him and give him my strength. We are only at the beginning of this journey and we are both aware that it will be a long road.

For myself I am tired and can easily see where the term caretakers burn-out comes from. The good news is that I don't feel I'm anywhere near are breaking point, all my issues are ones I've dealt with for the past four years.

He is very understanding when I need a nap. I am certain the connection we have would give me a heads up should he have issues.

I knew there was an issue days before the actual attack but as always I thought it was just my imagination. I suppose after so many correct premonitions I should trust them but I never do. Usually because they mean something bad for someone close to me. And who wants to tell someone something bad.

If you say it it will come true but if you only think it there is the possibility that it won't.

So two more weeks of light activity then he should be able to start a walking program. At least six weeks until they will even consider letting him go back to work. By that time I suspect he is going to be biting my head off a lot. Shrug goes with the territory.

Tuesday he has his first appointment with the GP and later next week we hope an appointment with the heart specialist.

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