At a turning point

[WantToSaveIt]

Hey guys, c'mon, will' ya?? There have only been of late only about 16 zillion posts on being detached yet lovingly supportive. Learn what it is instead of keeping this myth going and come onboard!

Also, I should point out what transpired last night and this morning (in light of the weekly summary I added to my thread this morning.

Starting a couple of days ago, my wife began to experience some serious shoulder pains. It became so bad that she called me from the car yesterday and said she was driving straight to the doctors with no appointment and was just going to wait until someone saw her. It turned out that he said it is most likely a strain or minor disc problem and would go away in a few days, but the pain was becoming very excruciating, so he gave some presciption pain relief.

I simply tried to be as attentive as possible without overbearing. I didn't constantly call her up at work to see how she felt just to show her I cared. But when she called me to ask me something, I made sure to ask her if she needed anything, or if there was anything I can do. When she asked me to go to drugstore on my lunch break to find some sort of heat pad or something, I didn't make a big production out of it, just called her from the store to make sure what I was getting was the right thing.

We had to meet later in the afternoon for a joint appointment with our daughter (psych), and I went into the restroom in the waiting room with her to help her put on of those Thermacare pads since she was having trouble moving her arm without pain. When we came out, she laughed at the girls in reception and the other patients int he waiting room, and said "don't get any funny ideas about what we were doing in there together!" I didn't try to jump in on it like we were some sort of funny uber-couple or anything, I just smiled and sat back down.

That night she woke up a few times in the middle of the night, crying. At one point she said that she didn't think there was anything that could be more excruciating than child birth, so it must have been pretty bad. I got up with her and made the trips downstairs to get her the drugs and Tylenol and even helped pull her sweats up and down when she had to pee. But again, I didn't make a big production out it, just tried to be helpful.

Again, I helped with a few things before I had to leave for work, and told her to call me if she needed anything. She thanked me a few times before I left, and for a moment in the bathroom as she was getting ready to go into the shower, I felt an urge to "linger" or hesitate at the door, hoping she might say "I love you" or give me a kiss, but I just looked at her, said "your welcome", "call me if you need anything" and "bye", and left.

I hope that I handled it the right way. And to be honest, it would have felt good to get that "I love you" or affectionate kiss, but I just feel pretty damn good about doing the right thing and caring and I'll leave it at that for now.