My DSB is finally home. He actually came home yesterday. He’s not fixed, but he’s better. And he’s a little better today than he was yesterday. Hopefully that trend continues.
Being without my normal DSB time this past week has really thrown me off. I didn’t sleep. My eating was more messed up than normal. I took more PRN’s than usual. I didn’t feel myself.
DSB and I make it a point to connect, spend time together, be together, be in the same room as each other as much as possible. Depending on when we wake up and go to bed, even on the days I work and have appointments and other stuff going on, we probably get five or six hours of face time every day. Maybe more.
I thought that was normal. I did some asking around, and it’s not.
And it made me realize that DSB and I are not normal. Of course, we have the benefit of me working part-time and DSB working when he has a project to do. It’s like, by being on disability, we are rewarded by having more time for each other. I don’t know what it would be like if we both worked full-time.
Wait, yes I do. I’d be crazy and DSB would be in traction, hooked up to oxygen and a heart monitor.
Whatever the reasons are, any amount of time you can spend with your significant other is worthwhile time. I don’t think it even particularly matters what you’re doing. Get that face time in, even if you can only manage an hour. When you don’t, things can get out of whack in a hurry.
When DSB and I first got together, I was in a habit of being very selfish and never making time to spend together. One day, he played me this song, and he said, “Rose, this is what I’ve been trying to say.” And I got it, just like that.