Years ago, I wrote a book. The opening line was: “Life can change on a dime.” Back then, I didn’t know that life would be mine, but on June 7th, that’s what happened.

Hubby awakened me, saying, “Good morning,” then adding, “I think I need to go to urgent care.”  Considering the man is never sick, that woke me right up.  It turned out his pulse rate was at 39.  I took him to the ER.  

Long story short, he landed in ICU for four days, had a procedure, and came home to recover.  He’s doing well at a month out and is back to walking 3-1/2 miles per day and doing the things he loves to do.

All my life, I’ve functioned well in crises but then when they’re done, that’s when I react.  So I’ve been in watch him like a hawk mode, make sure he eats well, rests well, his vitals are good and, well, all you do when a loved one is recovering.

I haven’t written, have ducked into the office for a few minutes here and there, but my focus and attention has been on him, right where it belongs.  

I’m happy to report he is doing great.  But during this time, to spice up things, we suffered a lightning strike that wiped out a lot of things, like the garage door opener, the lawn pump timer, and Hubby’s monitor.  It fried my router and modem and knocked out all power for a time and who knows what else?  I’m discovering more as I look.  

This, atop the health crisis, zapped me.  Post crisis impact is here.  So I’m taking care of me, resting and avoiding stress.  Piddling a little and that’s about it.

I need a little while to recover.  Hey, I’ve had to cook!  You all know how much I hate cooking.  

Anyway, I will be back to articles and books shortly.  Just taking the respite I need to function well.  That’s hard for us all—to just pause and give ourselves time to heal and process.  But it is important to our health and sense of well-being that we do it.  And that’s the purpose of sharing this.

In the interim, I hope all is well with you and yours.  Know I’m wishing you much joy and many blessings.  Those wishes and prayers haven’t stopped.  Priorities are intact. 

Blessings,

Vicki