I've never had to take care of Patty Lou before, except for something like the flu. She's had to care for me twice in our marriage. The first time was when I had a disc problem in my lower back causing me to be bent over at a ninety degree angle and laying on my stomach on a hard fold out couch for 4 months before they decided to remove the blown disc. She even had to wipe my ....bottom, as I couldn't reach back there. The second time was for another 4 months when I broke my leg and the Dr. put a screw through a nerve causing my foot to feel like it was in a vise. After removing the screw it slowly got better. To say that both times I was a bitch to care for would be an understatement. Unlike me, she has been the perfect patient.
Now, I'll tell you that I knew and appreciated that she does nearly all the housework, with me doing all of those typical things a husband does, mow, fix things, car repair, but knowing and doing what she does is two different things. It's only been two days and I find I don't have time to get everything done. I'm busy until it's time to leave for work, which might be a good thing, because I don't have time to dwell on my problems. Already I feel like I'm going to get through this tough time. I have people at work who are trying to pick up my spirits, offering me hope, understanding my situation. I just need to be a bit more optimistic and stop thinking that just because I'm transgendered that I'll never be able to find work again. Pre-transition when I would be out of work, it always seemed that something would come my way just in time to keep us afloat. Patty Lou would worry, I would be confident. With my transition, it's just the opposite.
Taking care of each other is a big part of a marriage. Seems we both picked the right partner to make it though this life.