Psalm 9:1 I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works.
Michael near the Wailing Wall, Jerusalem, Israel April 2018
Mike had PT today, he’s got 2 more sessions left for the year from our regular insurance – they will be finished next Thursday. After this it has to all go through workman’s comp.
Mike was fully exhausted after today’s session, and even through we went to lunch, he only ate 3 bites, then wanted to go home. He went straight to bed, and slept for over 2 hours. Then he watched tv for several hours! He refuses to get up and do anything, like take a walk or go outside and sit in the back yard.
It’s finally here, the end of today, and tomorrow will bring what it will. I am praying he takes, any and all news graciously. That he won’t throw a fit, won’t become angry and belligerent, won’t swing at me. He’s supposed to go to lunch with the guys tomorrow and I am hoping he does. I realize my anticipation is one of almost full on dread for his actions, and what they may become. I know this is borrowing trouble, and projecting negatives for tomorrow, but I also know his normal reactions to things, and I am really concerned with his full reaction.
He’s asleep now, has been for at least 2 hours and I am laying here, awake, trying different scenarios in my head and deciding how to respond to each one; maybe if I am mentally prepared it won’t be as unpleasant as I am afraid it can become.
I guess I need to rest, also. No matter how prepared I may think I am, if I don’t get enough sleep nothing will go right.