Date with Humira
Valentine’s Day for me and my husband sure has changed over the years. I remember when spending an hour or so waiting for a table at a popular restaurant seemed to be my idea of how to show our love. It was more of an outward gesture – to go and see and be seen was what my heart desired.
In my younger years, I always thought that he HAD to buy me chocolates and send me flowers. I think I was trying to keep up with everyone else’s idea of what true love
Now I know that all of that doesn’t really matter. No, I’m not opposed to chocolates and flowers, but they are certainly not a requirement to show me love.
This year my, after I came home from work, my husband asked me if we were going to do “shots.” My first reaction was to think he was talking about drinking alcohol, but I knew he knows me better than that. So then, I figured we would take pictures and “do headshots.” But what he really was talking about was him helping me do my Humira shots to treat my Crohn’s disease.
After we told each other “Happy Valentine’s Day,” opened a few small gifts, he gave me my Humira shots and I went to bed. I felt awful by then. I was beyond tired and my body ached from head to toe. Earlier that morning I was in a Crohn’s flare and I pushed myself and went to work.
Most of the time, if I push myself when I’m already sick, I will end up doing more harm than good. That’s exactly what happened on the day set aside to show love. My night ended in a Fibromyalgia flare. However, my husband showed me the true meaning of love by helping me with my injections and not expecting any more out of me than just a quiet night at home with my true love.
Growing older changes your life. Some things are harder, but some things are better. If growing older means that I am learning the true meaning of love then I think that is a good thing. Of course, the Bible says it better than I can…What are some ways that your Valentine’s Day or ideas about love have changed? Please leave me a comment below.
