Why PTSD + PCOS = N.O.R.M.A.L.

The world would have you believe the definition of normal is that model or movie star you see in that magazine. Google defines normal as “usual, typical, or expected”.

This past week for us was totally the opposite of expected or typical. This past week was New Obstacles Recurring Makes Ambition Last.

Last week Robert had to be hospitalized for what we thought was just a bit of food poisoning. He couldn’t keep food or water down and soon became dehydrated. We thought it would just be a quick visit to the ER for fluids and some meds to help with the nausea. Turns out Robert needed to overhaul his insulin routine. Turns out, his type 1 diabetes had gone a bit out of our control, even though we were eating good and he was regularly taking his short acting Insulin.

Robert had diabetic ketoacidosis, which is no joke and can cause a diabetic coma, and even death. Basically your blood turns too acidic and starts poisoning your body, causing organs to shut down. He was in the hospital from Sunday at 11pm to Wednesday evening. It was about two days before he even got to eat anything. He now has to take a longer lasting insulin, along with his short acting insulin.  The endocrinologist at the hospital kept trying to get us to buy a $300 dollar Insulin every 30 days. To top off the money problems, Robert had to be out of work without pay. It’s been a long week!

So Thursday night we had an early date night. We didn’t do anything fancy and only spent about $20. We ate out at a small sandwich shop, nothing fancy. It had been a while since we had time to laugh and talk about the small things in life. On top of Robert’s hospitalization, I have been working on two projects for my online college courses and next week are finals. We not only adopted a new dog two weeks ago, but he is still in adjustment mode and training him to get used to our routines has been fun but stressful. Thursday night we put that all aside and just made each other laugh.

I didn’t mind Robert was dancing and singing at our table. I didn’t get embarrassed when someone heard our silly laughter or weirdness. We held hands across the table like teenagers, and it was nice.

We may have had a super tough week, but we remain ambitious. Ambitious to move forward in life. Ambitious that one day, we will have children, rent or own an actual house, and be able to afford the high quality Insulin or even have better insurance for an Insulin pump. Things don’t happen if you quit. Things only work if you move forward.

I don’t know what the future holds. I do not have answers, and I can only see with my spiritual eyes, that for everything we go through, there is a driving force to push us ahead. Not one ounce of worrying or crying about hospital bills or medicine costs will make things better. We can’t change what happened last week. We can only say, we will be NORMAL, by being ambitious, despite the obstacles. I can never get back last week, but I can look forward. I can hold my husbands hand, laugh at his dancing, and smile.

Philippians 3:13-14(KJV)

13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

 

 

 

Advertisements

About the post

Blogging

3 Comments

Add yours →

  1. Wow! What a scare. I’m glad he’s okay. I can relate to hoping for so many things in the future but it’s so good to make the best of everything now. Congrats on your new furbaby! All in time right? ❤️

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: