Not just mine

 It has been an interesting experience seeing my normally very healthy and well out together husband have something more than a sprain, go wrong with his body and him navigating the NHS services and having 'real' treatment. Being the one in the waiting room, sitting in the chair. I of course did this for my dad often and we used to go to clinic together. But this isn't hi, this is him. He was tense, a little worries, a bit sad I think, he thought he was the picture of health, apart from the binge drinking and the slight lack of exercise but overall, strong, fit, vegetarian. And now his body isn't behaving as it should and he needs more monitoring and it's interesting to witness, how he, the successful non worrier, the all will be well man, take this change. In his stride in many ways, but interesting that he is kinda worried. A nurse said he's been a brave boy and he was by far the youngest person sitting in the waiting room for his eye to be injected. Unusual at his age they said. I tried not to keep comparing to myself, inwardly I did, but this wasn't about me and so I just did my best to empathise and check he was ok. And we both knew we were grateful that the NHS had come up trumps again, working at it's very best, speed of treatment, kindness and efficient action. His sight may recover, it now hopefully won't get worse. He described experiences I've been through and I smiled gently and heard him. Only once did I hear him worry out-loud about if something went wrong with his other eye. Only once did he voice fear over something that might not happen. He's human after all.