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Romantic Monday – Side by Side

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She laid her forehead on his cool hand on the hospital bed. A monitor emitted a steady beep as multi-colored lines flowed across the screen in undulating waves. A multitude of tangled lines and tubes delivered or removed fluids – she didn’t even know what most of them were or did. She didn’t really want to know.  The hours since the phone call notifying her of his accident were a blur of tests and procedures, with doctors and nurses swarming detailing the verdict:  head, chest and lung injuries, various broken bones.  In the last hours his condition had stabilized and it was quiet at last.

She stood and leaned over him, her mouth next to his ear. “It’s Valentine’s Day” she whispered.

His finger, the one with the oxygen monitor, twitched once – barely noticeable.

“I’m going to stay tonight. I’ll sleep right here in the chair”.

His finger twitched twice.  The agreed upon sign for “no”.

“We’ve never been apart on Valentine’s Day. I’m staying. The chair will be fine.”

Again, his finger twitched twice.

“You want me to go?”

Two twitches.

“The chair, then?”

Again he signaled no.

She stared at his barely recognizable form – his bandaged head, the breathing tube protruding from his mouth. His body – the one she had loved for so many years – was covered with bruises, abrasions and bandages.  She remembered their first Valentine’s Day together so many years ago. It was the first time she had slept beside him on his narrow bed in his rented room. The monitor beeped.

Two twitches.

She slipped her shoes off and readjusted the tubes and wires. She slid onto the small bed beside him, perching perilously on the edge. She took his hand in hers.

“I love you,” she said. “Is this better?”

One twitch.

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This is yet another offering in “Romantic Monday” over at Edward Hotspur’s place.  Check it out.

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I Get Around. Or so I’ve Heard.

Be sure to check out my post over at Life in the Boomer Lane today. It is one I wrote early in my blogging career and was read by only a few folk. Renee is very passionate about promoting awareness of issues concerning boomers and aging – and she does so with humor, compassion, and words that will make you spit your coffee all over the keyboard or laugh till you cry. Either way, there will be body fluids. Plus, she wears really cute shoes.

I also have a new blog “DreadMill Diaries” about my adventures in trying to whip myself (literally and figuratively) into shape. You can pop over there by clicking on the tab at the top (up there at the top of this page, on the left) if you’re interested. No need to follow both blogs – unless you’re a true glutton for punishment, that is. I’ll try to let you know on this blog if I post anything exciting (like if the DreadMill attacks, I choke that effin’ know-it-all other voice, or I commit some heinous crimes due to low blood sugar). It’s going to be an adventure.

And, if you didn’t see it already – I have a post that I wrote for Romantic Monday over at Edward Hotspur’s place.

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Shift Change – Romantic Monday

My husband and I are working different shifts – he comes to bed as I am waking up and leaves for work as I am driving home at the end of my work day. Sometimes those brief moments when we are both in the same location (our bed) at the same time are all we have together in the course of our day.

My first entry in Edward Hotspur’s Romantic Monday weekly feature:

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SHIFT CHANGE

In the quiet predawn hour

I listen for his key in the lock –

Home after a long night shift.

I’ve warmed his side of the bed

With my head on his pillow.

He hopes I am asleep but secretly

Wants to snuggle and talk

Before attempting to sleep

Through a day filled with lawnmowers,

Barking dogs, sirens and sunshine.

He slides under the covers;

Icy skin against my warmth.

Snuggled perfectly and comfortably we

Drift in and out of sleep, together.

My arm around him, our fingers intertwined.

His breathing slows – mine quickens

Neither moves – he drifts off to sleep

I drift awake – a sweet transition.

Happy for the closeness.

Together in this moment.

For the rest of our lives

Forever.

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