So I am stressing. Not a big shock right? I'm not stressing because of Spencer. I am stressing over this whole situation. This situation sucks. This morning Spencer wasn't up for anything. We'd planned on doing the interview. He said later because he just couldn't do it. He's hurting. I get that. I just wish I knew what to do to help. I would take this from him in a heart beat if I could.
This evening I was finally able to see him. I sat next to him as he was resting. He seemed to be in a bad mood. I sat with him for about 90 minutes before he said hi back.
He doesn't want to take his pain meds. I find that to be brave but at the same time, you don't get awards for suffering. I worry about him.
Around 6 ish he decided we should go down stairs. We sat on the porch for a little bit. It was nice to talk to him. I also was able to take a few pictures. He's cute.
When it was time for dinner I left. I have family in town so I went to have dinner with them. We went out for dinner and the frozen yogurt. We brought some back to Spencer. He liked it a lot. I'm glad for that.
I am glad I was able to see Spencer. I sure love that man.