The last few days have been really difficult for me. On Sunday morning, I threw my back out. In the past, I have recovered very quickly from this sort of injury, but this time was different. On Sunday, I couldn't sit or stand up. Even a trip to the bathroom took at least 15 minutes because I had to crawl the whole way and every movement shot horrible pains through my back. Monday was a bit better. I was finally able to stand and walk a little bit, but got light-headed if I tried to stand for more than a few minutes. I spent the entire day in bed again.

It was pure torture hearing my family going about their routine without me. Poor Ray had to deal with me trying to control things from my place in the bed. "Make sure they have carrots with their lunch." "Has Megan gone potty lately?" "The kids are being too quiet, can you go check on them?"

Ray. Oh how I love that man. He has taken such good care of me, even when I was a difficult patient. Bringing me my meals, helping me with my medicine, forcing me to take it easy. He took yesterday off of work to take care of me, and took a half day today, and got leave for the rest of the week. He is truly my knight in shining armor. I couldn't live without him. He is my best friend.

I'm often way too hard on Ray. But the truth is, I don't give him nearly enough credit. He is such a wonderful father and husband. He knows how to provide for and take care of his family. I'm so blessed to be married to such an incredible man.