A Poem

Dear Jen,

I wrote myself a poem:

Husband in pain.
Wife aching.

I know, it's pathetic. It's just too much for him. Well past a year of almost consistent pain, and now he writhes in agony and there is nothing in the entire hospital that eases it. Before all this, of course, he's been suffering with IBS for years. He's going to die so young from body exhaustion.

I should disclaim that it's really late, I just left Brad at the ER after three hours to relieve my friend from house sitting duty, and I am exhausted. It will all be brighter in the morning. For now though, this is how I feel:

Husband in pain.
Wife aching.