What we see of someone’s day, whether it’s from running into them at school drop-off or by seeing what they post on social media, often doesn’t tell the whole story.
Let’s take one day last week as an example. Just going by who would have seen me or what you could tell from twitter and facebook, Wednesday into Thursday looked like this:
- Had a working breakfast with a friend.
- Back home to finish up some work.
- Picked the kids up from school and helped them with homework.
- Took the kids to soccer practice.
- Joined in on a twitter party panel.
- Back home to get the kids to bed.
- In the morning, got the kids off to school.
- Huffington Post Live interview.
- Worked until it was time to pick up the kids.
Busy, but not so much out of the ordinary. I was just fine, right? Nothing major could have been going on, right?
If you take a second look, you’ll see:
Had a working breakfast with a friend.
Confessed I was really worried about my husband lately. He hadn’t been feeling all that great and he was pushing himself too hard.
Back home to finish up some work.
Call from my husband, saying the doctor would just refer him to the hospital anyway, so he’s going to go to the emergency room to get checked. His blood pressure is scary high and he’s having chest pains.
Realize that there really isn’t much time before I’d have to get the kids from school, so I can’t go to the hospital to wait with him since I can’t just leave the kids at school.
Picked the kids up from school and helped them with homework.
Texting with my husband to see how things are going, trying not to let the kids see my worry until we know if there really is something to worry about. They assume he’s at work.
Find out that my husband will be admitted to the hospital and staying overnight.
Took the kids to soccer practice.
Because sometimes you keep going with the normal schedule, even when you are freaking out. And since my husband was still in the emergency room and there wasn’t anywhere for the kids to go, we still went to practice.
Sat in the van and texted and called my husband, getting updates. He was feeling better, just doing a whole lot of waiting around. He’s calm, I’m not. If you saw me, you’d think I was, but I wasn’t, as evidenced by the promise I made a friend make that she would come pull me up out of the ball I’d curl up into in my closet should anything actually happen to my husband.
Told my husband’s best friend what was going on. Assume I looked much calmer than I felt, since I wasn’t in tears(that was later).
Headed to the hospital.
Joined in on a twitter party panel.
From a chair in my husband’s hospital room. Realized I probably should have asked someone to fill in for me, but it was the furthest thing from my mind earlier and I hadn’t thought about it until too late.
Joked around with my husband and felt some relief- maybe he was just stressing himself out and needed some rest.
Back home to get the kids to bed.
Reassured them that Daddy is okay, even though I had no idea what was really going on.
After they went to bed, cried as thoughts of the worst possible scenarios warred with themselves in my head, making it impossible for me to sleep.
In the morning, got the kids off to school.
And then went directly to the hospital. Heard what the doctor had to say about my husband. Knowing changes are in order so he doesn’t wind up having a stroke. Not an expression, an actual stroke.
Meds prescribed, husband to be discharged shortly.
Huffington Post Live Interview.
It was a relief to focus on something else, to push down the worry I was feeling.
Worked until it was time to pick up the kids.
Checking on my husband periodically, even though all he was doing was sleeping.
So, you see… the picture you’d see based on bumping into me or what I put out there in a silly tweet, hardly told the whole story.
This happens more than we think. When there’s so much more going on than what we can see.
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