I called Mr. R, who is only two hours away in Ocala, Florida. While I didn't break down (for a change) I guess the emotion in my voice moved him. I said, "Baby, I can't do all this! I can't cook a dinner for 8, work three full days, finish Christmas present shopping and grocery shopping on CRUTCHES!" He wasn't scheduled to be home until Christmas Eve afternoon (which is coincidentally his birthday!) but he called his dispatcher and told her what a clumsy idiot I am. She made a few phone calls within the office and discovered a driver who was willing to work on Christmas Eve instead of being home with his family. I admit, that made me tear up a bit...thank you to that kind driver, whose name is Jack. I don't think he'll ever know how much I appreciate the gesture.
That was about three hours ago. I'm sure he is driving home carefully, packing up his truck, and taking care of administrative duties in the office before he comes home to me.
"To have and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
for richer or for poorer,
and I promise my love to you forever."