I wake up in the mornings as Mrs. Grumpy-Behaviors. It’s only with the greatest efforts that I restrain myself from groaning loudly or saying what I am thinking. He brings me coffee. I force myself to say thank you. He includes a slice of bread, and he sets out my meds on a small table he puts next to the bed. Then he pulls the covers back and puts out pillows.
I do manage a second thank you as he brings his own coffee upstairs.
When I get back from the pool, which I grudgingly attend, he has my favorite spoon waiting for my cereal or yogurt. I try very hard not to mention how much I hurt or where I hurt. I try not to waddle or complain. I do wear the leg straight jacket he bought me for my edema at night, but I am pleased when it falls off at 4PM.
As the day goes by, I become a normal human. Still, this growing old stuff is for the birds.