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A Day in the Life of…(Actually, Several)

I know that title or the first part, at least, came from somewhere famous.  Google didn’t narrow it down enough for me to give credit, so I will just say – Not originally mine.  There, the niceties are done – on with the show.

Monday should have been like most other days – I meet Mom at the nursing home, we follow Dad to dialysis, she checks on him while I sleep in the car, then we eat breakfast, shop a bit, and follow him back to the nursing home.  It did go like that, except, mostly unknown to me – I was getting ready to be a part of a huge illness streak.

Dad has pneumonia; he is getting better.  That was Monday.  By Tuesday, I was calling the doctor to cancel a test and schedule a visit.  I was sick, really sick.  My sister had been sick for a bit, missing school – something she loathes to miss.  I got antibiotics and cough syrup and hit the bed and the chair until…well, still am there.

Sis had a relapse; her fever came back the day before she was heading back to school.  Then Mom, 80 years old, got sick.  Now, I was worried.  Her system doesn’t handle being sick and she normally refuses to go to the doctor.  Sis got her there and it was a very bad respiratory infection.  She sleeps all the time now, but is improving.

Me – My temp hit 102.7, I got a bit delirious, all kinds of aches and pains (even my bald head hurt to be touched!), coughing so badly, at times, I wondered if I would wake up on the floor because I could not get a breath in between spasms.  A lot of coughing but nothing coming up.  Still a small wheeze and rattle in my chest – just enough to scare the crap out of me most of the time and irritate me all the rest.

Fever was 101.7 on Wednesday night.  I haven’t taken it today.  I was in bed 13 of the last 15 hours and it hurt to be there.  I am on the mending road now, but I swear it was a bit touch-and-go there for a minute.

I described all of this for a couple of reasons.  Yeah, it feels good to be able to tell you (couldn’t before, couldn’t even play my video games!).  But the more important reason is, for the first time, in my life, I was completely alone, without family.  All of us were sick, no visits, only a very few phone calls.  It was weird.  I have always prided myself on being a loner, but it felt terrible to know, if I had an emergency, I had no close family to call on.  There is and would be my daughter, but she is about 30-45 minutes away and isn’t always home.  It has always been easy to just know I could call Sis or Mom and they would be here in 10 minutes or even less.  I seldom ever did, but to just know was enough.  Makes me wonder what would happen if I didn’t live around here.  I had given some thought to moving to Portland near my son, but finances have stopped that.  Now, I realize, since he is a busy person, I would mostly be on my own like this.  Not sure now I would be ready for that.

Family is interesting.  Half the time you are fighting someone close to you, the rest you seem to be trying to be so independent.  Nothing like a small plague in your family to shake you up and stir your emotions.

Love your family.  Be concerned about them.  Don’t be afraid to show your love for them.  It is now understood by me quite well they won’t be around forever and it’s not the same without them.

Namaste,

Scott

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