Survival Mode.

It's weird how life can be going along so perfectly you wonder how you got so lucky.. then BAM, something happens that puts you into "survival mode." As of Saturday I am officially in that mode. Jake was playing flag football with some friends while running he felt a terrible pain and fell to the ground. He re injured his previously herniated disc. When I finally figured out that him and his friends did not "go to lunch" and that he was in fact in the emergency room this is where I found him:

The last thing I said to him before he left to play was "if you get hurt I'm not taking care of you." Well now I feel like a terrible wife for saying that... but of course I took it back and promised to take care of him. It's just that we've been here before with his back and I know what a back injury entails and it really stinks. For me it means watching him suffer in pain all the time, bringing him every meal, taking care of all the household things, bringing him medicine, etc.  But worse of all, it is really awful to watch someone you love suffer and be in pain. As bad as I may feel for myself I know it is much, much worse for him. He has to be constantly in pain, many restless nights, struggles just to get around, nausea from medications, countless doctors appointments, and going crazy not being able to do anything active.

But I keep reminding myself how much worse it really could be. Especially with it being 9/11 today I feel lucky that he is alive, that he will recover, and that life will return to normal again.

In the meantime I'm going to try and remember this little gem that I saw on pinterest while at the hospital: