It could be worse

Over the past few days I have said and heard the phrase "It could be worse." I have decided that I now hate that phrase. No matter what situation you are in things could always be worse. Or my other least favorite saying is "No news is good news." Well, when your husband has been injured and you haven't talked to him in 68 hours neither of those sayings help they only make me angry.

Our unit has been great at giving me updates as to what they know and what to expect next. I like knowing the logistics of what's going to happen. It's still not the same as hearing your husband on the other end of the phone.

I find myself on high alert. Every time the phone rings I hold my breathe hoping it's going to be my husband on the other end. I try to keep telling myself he's in good hands, resting, and heling. I still want to hear my husband on the other end of the phone.

I have plenty of things to keep my busy so you would think I would be able to get passed this point. It's the only thing I can think about. I read the words in my text books only to find myself having no idea what I read. I'm not sure there is anything I can do or say to get past this stage. I think the only thing that will make it better is having my husband home.

Until he gets home I will continue to put on my strong face, go through the motions of daily life, help my children, probably hold my breathe each time the phone rings, and try not to yell at the next person that tells me "it could be worse" or "no news is good news."