The 'fallout' of a motorcycle accident of your partner and the stuff that nobody talks about or knows.

When someone is injured in an accident, it totally affects any sort of relationship they may have-wife, girlfriend, relative, friend, anyone. We will carry the assumption that the relationship is considered 50-50. This relationship that they were actively participating in, well, that percentage goes OUT THE WINDOW.
Let me explain.

*You have a relationship/partnership.
*It's a 50-50 relationship/partnership. (Yes, we all KNOW that it's really NOT, sometimes it's 60-40, sometimes it's 30-70, sometimes it's...ok, YOU get the picture.)
*1/2 of that relationship gets in an accident and hurt. Hurt seriously, to the point of disability and not being able to do 'customary and regular' activities, work, WHATEVER.
*The percentage dynamic changes, because the hurt party cannot do whatever it is that they were doing to keep the 100% figure going.
*The other member of the partnership picks up a percentage of that slack.

It's wearing on both the healing party and the caregiver party.
The healing party feels like shit because they can't do the things they did or were able to do, and the caregiving party feels overwhelmed because not only are they looking after the injured person but also trying to do all the things the injured party USED to do.

The particulars:
CHORES:
The traditional chores, i.e. washing dishes, writing out checks, cooking, feeding dogs, garbage, picking up dog poop, etc...
BARRY CAN'T DO RIGHT NOW.

The other chores, i.e. communications, grocery shopping, daily commitments, tracking automotive/motorcycle maintenance, washing clothes, cleaning the spa & patio, etc.
I STILL CAN DO.

I pick up the slack with a lot of the stuff Bub did, although he has really come through on the money stuff, some of the garbage, cooking etc. It's tough to get him to stop moving, but he feels he has to.

The hard parts are not only all the appointments for different things and running around doing errands, Dr. appt's, making sure that everything's being utmost done for him etc. because he can't drive far yet & still gets tired (I mean, HEY, he had some MAJOR trauma to his torso!), but the advocating with the different medical professionals, checking all the paperwork, checking to make sure he's sleeping comfortably through the night (he wasn't for a bit, which scared the PEE outta me!) and checking his overall wounds to make sure they're healing.
A lot of it is also the loss of freedom for both of you; time for you and mobility for him.

Think about it...
-You can't just call your partner and ask them to run over and pick up your dry cleaning/milk at the grocer/gas for the car/Sam's Club for salami/WalMart for dogfood.
-You can't just go for a spin on your bikes for a small trip (well, he DOESN'T HAVE ONE ANYMORE, now, DOES HE?!).
-You have to think about your partner's mobility and pain issues when you want to playfully 'slug' him for a smart-assed remark. (I did this accidentally and felt TERRIBLE about it later)
-Only one of you knows totally what's happening each day re: appointments and doctors and forms because the other needs to save their strength for healing, and that's the ONLY PURPOSE they have right now.

I tell people quasi-humorously that it's Bub's job to heal and it's MY job to be a bitch.