It was cold this weekend, the first really cold night of the winter. On my run the wind drove the snow into my face, collecting on my lashes and dripping onto my cheeks. After cresting a large hill I got a break from the stabbing cold. Lunch and a hot shower were a nice reward.
obsession with decision to start running was my family’s fault. I’ve pushed the memories of my wife’s illness into the darker nooks, but I’m not entirely free of it. My wife doesn’t have that luxury of forgetting; it’s obvious to her every day. The latest challenge has been anemia. Her blood count has been slowly dropping, and she’s now at the point where she feels tired and weak. While I’m on my run, she’s mustering the energy to finish the most basic tasks. She’s been getting intravenous iron infusions and they’ve given me a whole new perspective on what my patients endure when I write a “simple” order. She has terrible veins, and it often takes an hour and six nurses to get the IV in. Several hours after the infusion, she feels crappy, with muscle pains and nausea.
Her perseverance and a new respect for the fragility of things inspired me to take better care of myself. And while I’ve tried to keep things out of mind in order to get on with life, it comes back to me in more subtle ways. When my wife started to feel ill last week I noticed I became cranky, didn’t sleep well, and was generally out of sorts. By the time it turned into a run-of-the-mill—albeit unpleasant—bronchitis, I felt fine (she, however, did not).
Continuing on the topic of adjustments, we moved recently, which has been wonderful in many ways, despite the Great Vole Crisis. PalKid loves her new, very pink room, but she’s still getting used to the place. She’s shown up in our bed quite a few times over the last month, and while she’s really, really cute and cuddly, it doesn’t make for a good night’s sleep for the grownups sharing the bed. I’ve spoken to other parents who have marveled at the ability of such a small creature to take up such a large space.
Last night the kiddo came home from her first skating lesson. She’s been asking for a long time, and it seemed like a good activity to try out. She came home glowing. I haven’t seen her this happy and excited since her last trip to the American Girl Store. In fact, I think she was even happier. She was able to stay up on skates, felt that sense of accomplishment, that relaxing warmth you get after exercising in the cold.
When I was a kid, my folks and I used to go cross country skiing at a local golf course. It was usually on a Sunday, and we’d come home tired, and happy, and sit in front of a fire drinking hot chocolate and watching football. I look forward to the day when my family is ready to take off on a winter’s day for a run or a hike, come home and collapse on the couch fighting over who makes the hot chocolate.