The time of hibernation is not developing the way we had intended. The evening that we returned form my parents we received a phonecall. MIL was back in hospital. BIL and FIL were there so no need for SO to jump out of bed, but as one can imagine he did not sleep well.
His mother is now at home and under close scrutiny of a number of specialists. SO picked them up from the hospital. I could see the strain it is putting on him, so what is a good wife to do? I kicked him out. Well not literally, but I did push so that he would go for a run. Somehow, something to channel that deep deep worry and stress. It kinda worked. We were outside as it was drizzling cold water, but we did go.
It was a 6 km run and we ended up coming home feeling wet cold and at least a different kind of miserable. For me it was good to be moving; to somehow run away from the worry. For SO it does not quite work in the same way, but it was a sense of achievement and it did make him feel a little better. The massage of his back and neck was more relaxing he said. He slept a lot better last night.
The last segment in channeling stress consisted of retail therapy. I wanted to get a fleece to zip into my blue hiking jacket, so it can be worn in winter. Mind you today it is 13°C, so rather balmy warm, but still winter is not over yet. I also bought some lining for my Harris tweed skirt that is now developing from mind to reality. SO bought a suit for work on sale and we also splurged on what are considered to be the forgotten vegetables. We ended up with two varieties of red beetroot and purple curly cale. The latter we will have with soured prawns, a recipe we saw on TV.
Now we are back at home and we are ok. Sure we are still worried about MIL. She seems to be doing somewhat better and as she is our stress levels are reducing as well. Not quite to hibernation levels though.