Another hotel room that isn't quite accessible. Another round of adaptations. In some rooms I can do this ... in other rooms I can do that ... in rare rooms I can do both. This time we came down a day early so that Joe and I could have a quiet day together. We don't get many of those so we were looking forward to it. When I saw the room, I knew that there were going to be some real problems. I also knew, from hearing the front desk answer a phone call, that the hotel was sold out. So there was no possibility that we could get another room.
Yesterday morning I tried to do a routine thing and almost fell. Almost to the point that my hear beat wildly in my chest as I grabbed for a bar while praying it would hold. It did. Today, I decided not to do that thing and to do something, not as good but at least possible. I'm here now, ready to go to work.
None of this I told Joe.
He won't know until this mornings drive to the venue about the near fall. He won't know about the adaptations and the decisions I made. Like, I decided not to speak to anyone at the hotel about the problems with the room. Which is something I always do.
Because our day would have become completely about the room and the issues and the problems. And so, I kept my mouth glued shut.
Because sometimes I want him, I want us, to come first. We planned this day. We looked forward to it. And we had a wonderful day. Together.
Now it's work time, now I'll fess up, but only because I'm telling you, and I don't talk behind his back.
Sometimes, my disability needs to take a back seat to my marriage.
And yesterday, it did.