The Husband is the "Boss"

Stubborn, Hard-headed, Mrs. Independent: these are just a few names I was called at about midnight. As an OCD Registered Nurse (my sister-in-law called me "textbook" the other day),I am all about "following doctor's orders"; but practicing what I preach is difficult at times. I traveled to our "hometown" with an aching foot that our little angels ran over with a grocery cart (that I just learned from my 16 yr old probably weighed 80-100 pounds) & came home to my husband 3 days later on crutches. I will not babble about my having risks of severe complications R/T a neurological disease but myself as well as my knowledgeable loved ones are faithful in God's healing yet still fearful of the possibilities. My pain was blurred by the excitement of a new grandbaby born but my vital signs told a different story when the pain outweighed the excitement & medical care was inevitable. However, "no weight baring" was not what I expected; a walking boot would have been acceptable; but "staying off of my foot" is almost impossible. I have worked hard today to follow doctor's orders.... As my hubby says I never listen to him... He tells me (for like the 100th time), "Christie, what you need to do is blog!"... He was right & I should have listened to him the first time instead of waiting until I am restricted to his recliner to "write" after being told to for months. I was shocked when I logged in for first time in weeks to realize that even when I am not babbling on here that my old blogs are still being read. My statistics were even more encouraging...but without my hubby "giving me orders", I would not have even contemplated blogging today. He is more encouraging than I give credit for. He pulls me when I am drifting, pushes me when I am giving in, carries me when I am weak & catches me when I fall (literally lol!). He believes in me when I doubt myself & does not let me throw my hands down when I just want to give up. He sure is bossy when he is giving orders & for years, I have told him, "I am not one of your employees..."; but he has a big heart inside of his backyard country "crash my party" redneck short tempered hot curly headed impatient self. On top of attempting to launch a business, I was recently contacted by 2 "businesses" interested in my blog (we will just say that one inquiry probably puts huge dollar signs in a man's mind)... But my fear of failure, loss of self-esteem, & recent overwhelm of stressors literally froze me. Instead of replying, pursuing, chasing what may be "a calling", I ran from it. As I sit here blogging BC "the boss" told me to, he is now telling me I am not allowed to stay home alone. He says if I do not go with them to Wal-Mart that I will be up trying to clean (I asked prior for him to bring in a tricycle or bike w training wheels... Guess that blew my cover of "wanting to stay home & rest while avoiding any more grocery carts" when I really am tachycardia from not being able to pick up after the trails of toys the princess leaves)... So I will follow the boss' orders & happily ride a handicap cart in honor of my Grandmother whom recently went home to heaven... & will start listening to the boss a little more... & start talking back a little less :)