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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

Highs and Lows…

I realize my last post was about my being “something Great!”.  I also realize how pumped up I normally am.  It  just goes to show you we are all human.

I had a kinda meltdown today.  Nothing drastic, nothing even serious – but still significant to me.  I was taking a shower and had just come off the season 3 finale of “Orange is the New Black” (excellent!).  While in the shower I began to get a fairly uncommon (of recent), but very familiar feeling called “worry” and “stress” hitting me.  I began to have some stomach problems, the water in the shower was a cross between invigorating and irritating and I found myself beginning to get that old “clinched” feeling in  my hands, stomach, and (excuse, please) bowels.

Now, I am (as I said) used to this feeling.  It is what brought me to the bring of exhaustion, brought about such anxiety I had to be decently medicated, made me depressed, and was the basis for my stroke.  Yes, I am familiar with stress and worry.

This time, however, I was able to think it through.  I didn’t spaz out and collapse into tears and all.  What I did was to think about what is bothering me.  All of it:

1)  Dad’s in the nursing home.

2)  Dad may not be with us a whole lot longer.

3)  Mom’s a nervous wreck over Dad.

4)  Sis is not sleeping due to 1-3 above and school starting in a few weeks.

5)  My car is in the shop.

6)  I had a stroke.

7)  I can no longer work and bring in a significant amount of money.

8)  I just had my hip replaced.

9)  I am not dating (not sure if that’s really good or bad).

10)  I don’t sleep well anymore.

11)  My roof has a hole in it and needs to be repaired, but it is raining nearly every day.

12)  Anything else I haven’t thought of so I can have 12 items.

So, a decent list.  I decided God is still in control.  Everything will work out in the end.  And, I needed to do something – So, voila! I am writing to my most wonderful set of friends out here in Blogland.  You are all always so great.  When you have problems, you write about them and you nearly always have great positive things to say when others are down.  It would be great if my top 30 blogging friends lived with me in one city, so we could chat and meet and talk and all…(come on, I know you have, at least, thought about it.).  Not gonna happen, but still…

Look!  Already, just writing to you has brought me mostly out of my funk (I said, “Mostly”).  I am more positive now and will go back to doing what I do and being thankful I have such a great set of people out there.  I would do names, but it honestly has become long enough of a list I would miss at least one person and I don’t want to do that.

So, if you consider me a friend, know I consider you one as well and you have helped out a friend today!

Namaste,

Scott

(PS – I can always use MORE FRIENDS!!!)

Synchronicity and the Tire

For those unfamiliar with the term “synchronicity” or, at least, not familiar with how I tend to use it, it is when two or more events happen which appear different, but revolve around each other.

Google states: “Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, yet are experienced as occurring together in a meaningful manner.”

Please keep this in mind while I tell my tale of a tire, but don’t fret, as I will connect the dots near the end.

I have a new house cleaner.  She is wonderful.  She cleans so thoroughly it is just amazing.  The most recent problem, though, is that she didn’t have a car to get to my house Tuesday to clean.  As I don’t work, and so, am home most of the time, I offered to pick her up and bring her to the house so she could clean this week.  She agreed and we set up 10:30am as the time for me to arrive.

I didn’t want to be tired and groggy, so I went to bed very early for me and set my alarm for about 9:15.  I got up, ate, and then realized that I actually had some time to do a few things before picking her up.  I decided to wrap an book I had sold for our library to be mailed as an Amazon sale.  It was a huge and heavy book, 10lbs 2oz, and I worked hard to get it done.

About the time I got it finished, I received a text from my cleaning person telling me she could not leave the house until 11am.  I told her fine and decided that I would not only mail said package, but pick up my Rx, and pay my utility bill at the drive through.

Not the one in my town.

All went well up to paying the utility bill.  There was a utility truck and people working in the drive up, but not in the way of dropping off the bill.  However, as I tried to maneuver my little car in the area, I hit my front tire on the curb.  It made a loud “pop” sound, which made one of the utility people look up, but I had my CD player on and it was much softer to me inside the car.

I then drove the car to my Dad and Mom’s because I had received another text apologizing, but saying that my cleaning person was not able to leave just yet.  I stopped at my parents’ house to visit and to allow a text to be sent when I could go pick up my cleaning person.

We enjoyed the visit.  Dad had a service person from an auto shop come by to fix a small leak in my Dad’s van’s tire.  The gentleman arrived and was working on Dad’s tire.  Dad opened the window to make a comment to him and the man asked Dad if he also wanted him to fix the tire on the “Red” car:  mine.

I went out to take a look, thinking I had lost some air when I “popped” the tire earlier, only to find that it was completely flat and had a tear in it about an inch long.

Long story short, I had to have the tired replaced and I was not able to pick up my cleaning person, which worked out well as she ended up unable to leave due to a delay and her ill grandmother.

Yeah, about like that…

Rather than get angry, I just shrugged the entire mess off.  My Dad looked at me and said, “It sure is lucky that you came here.”  I told him that it wasn’t luck; My life worked this way since I decided to Trust God to simply take care of things.

Synchronicity – Realize at this point that, there were so many different things that could have happened to have me not be at my parents’ house just when they were having a person over to fix their tire.  A person who was able to replace the tire within hours and without having the car towed.  Further realize that, had I driven on to wait at my cleaning person’s house (as I had thought about) I would have been stranded on back roads with a flat tire and being disabled to boot.  Also see that had I not had to wait until 11, I would not have mailed the package for Amazon and it would not have been mailed that day at all, making it late and messing up my ratings.  And, finally, understand that the entire ordeal brought me back home about the time I would, normally, have gotten up from my nap and finished the same couple of tasks (ie: no time was lost).

This is the way my life truly goes now.  I don’t worry much.  I won’t say I never worry, but it is so much less that my blood pressure is excellent most of the time.  I don’t get stress headaches and I feel relaxed and calm, for the most part.

It took a stroke for me to understand all of this and how great it is to live without the big worries about how things will work out.  I hope that this story and my blog, in general, help you a little in understanding without all the mess.  Live a good life: don’t worry.  God is watching over us.

Namaste,

Scott

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