Last weekend has melted into a What time is it? Where am I? experience. The current week thus far has been a series of trips to the Reston Hospital, a good provider of medical services.

The love of my life entered the Reston Hospital facilities last Saturday night. She’s had a back affliction(perforated disc) for years, and has endured pain and discomfort that I frankly can’t comprehend. But last Saturday, she was in pain so profound that I’d have dragged her to ER, had she not wanted to go. A call to her primary care doc told us to get her to Reston Hospital Emergency.

We both knew this had nothing to do with the back problem, and it didn’t. After several ER hours, wherein tests were run, CAT scans done, Xrays taken, she was sent to emergency surgery early Sunday morning. The surgery went well, and she’s now recuperating.

I hate to go into But what about me? mode; I’d just like to know how she manages all the mundane, necessary chores that are required in running a household. Chores I’ve taken for granted; now that I’m doing them, I’m amazed at the seemingly “little” things she does.

I soldier on, without her efficiency, and I’ll take good care of her when she gets back home.

Lookin’ forward to that.

-k-