Hubby and I have had a running joke for several years about our Annual Fall Family Health Crisis. It seems like someone always has some sort of health issue during the month of October, November, or December. Sometimes we’re lucky and the health crisis lasts for one month. Sometimes we aren’t so lucky and it last the entire three months. No matter how long the problem lasts, it’s usually only one person at a time with the health crisis.
We’ve been pretty lucky the last couple of years and the Fall Family Health Crisis hasn’t happened. This year we made up for it . . . in spades.
I thought that the Fall Family Health Crisis would be MIL and her lung/heart problems. Nothing unusual there – we’ve dealt with that before. The stakes are a little higher than usual but still not something that we can’t handle. Hubby and I are a little stressed and a little tired from trying to take care of her, but we’re doing okay.
Or so I thought until I went to our family doc yesterday for my annual med check. I need to see the doc at least once a year to get a refill of my migraine medicine. I don’t have migraines anymore because I take a wonderful med every day that keeps them away. I would cross a blazing desert to get a refill on these pills. If you’ve ever had migraines, you will understand. He did the usual checks and asked the usual questions . . . and I answered that I’m noticing that I’m a little tired at the end of the day. He said my heart rate was at the low end of normal and that he wanted to run some tests to see if everything was okay. The low heart rate could be a side effect of the migraine med and he wanted to check it out to make sure I don’t have any problems. Checking it out means referring me to a cardiologist for some tests. Eeek, gasp, disgusted sigh. I’m 45 years old and I’m being referred to a cardiologist?! Man I didn’t see that one coming.
So Hubby gives me the lecture about maybe stretching myself a little thin and I need to take better care of myself. I’m starting to accept the fact that I’m not invincible. I’m waiting on a call from the cardiologist to find out when the testing starts.
But wait, there’s more! Hubby has been complaining about his back bothering him for the past few days. He has an appointment with the chiropractor but he didn’t think it was bad enough to move the appointment up a few days. That changed this morning when Hubby got out of bed and the pain was significantly worse. Yep, he’s done something to his back and he’ll have three visits to the chiropractor this week instead of one. With a little luck, the problem will be fixed by the end of the week. If I have no luck at all, we’re back to a series of two visits a week for the next few weeks.
I’m thinking that it’s going to be a very long winter.