Pulling the Rug Out!

This is when it all began. The trigger to my waning confidence and panic. When Husband took his first Parkinson's medication. With hopeful anticipation we thought, we are on the road to treating this disease.

Perhaps it was a thud or moan, I don't remember, but I woke around 2:00 a.m. to find Husband on the floor outside our bedroom door. I screamed his name and ran, my feet revolving at lightening speed like a cartoon character's beneath me as I fell and slid, head first into his feet. 

I had no idea how he got there. I crawled to his side, calling his name over and over again until he finally came to. Worried he hit his head when he collasped I ran to the kitchen for ice. I remember filling a plastic bag with as many cubes as I could fit, my hands shaking as I ran back, suddenly feeling light headed. The next thing I knew I was on the floor next to Husband. I had fainted. I did not know then what I viewed as a colossal failure, to be capable and strong when I was needed most, pulled the proverbial rug out from under me.

Husbands negative reaction to the medicine was almost a year and a half ago. He has improved leaps and bounds since that night.

And ever so slowly I'm beginning to feel the soft comfort of a rug beneath my feet.