Well, as with most piles (referring back to my last entry) I have managed to incorporate most of them into the general decor of the house so they don’t stand out so. Once Christmas is over I will start to chip away slowly at the organization to, hopefully, once again bring this cottage to it’s pre-lived in discombobulation.
It doesn’t yet feel like Christmas Eve, but my husband and I haven’t yet started the preparations for tomorrow. I am married to a jewel. It would be a dark and depressing life if not for all his constant work, supporting me; a fact that the doctor (and myself) have finally decided have reached unmanageable proportions.
I was admitted several days ago to out patient nursing care. I will have a nurse, PT, OT and (this is the biggy) patient care aide running in and out of our home soon. I mention the aide as a biggie because I have fought for so long for my independence, but my last fall the other day (and a profound missing for daily baths not supervised by a retired Air Force MSGT, have convinced me to allow a stranger in the house to help with personal hygiene. Although I remain the sasme, diagnosis wise, the weakness and falling is getting out of proportion to daily living with unbroken ribs (ask me about how that felt one day) and I’m just exhausted and sore enough to accept the help.l It has been available for some time; I have just battled that last bastion of physical dependency for so long. And, as the doctor said, if I don’t like it I can stop it.
The one thing I am still adamat about accepting is the “Lifeline” button. I mean Geeze. I’m 57, not 87. Somehow I just can’t go to that level of dependency yet. Giving up my car keys (like I EVER (not) drove was a big enough deal.
Tomorrow will be a small but lovely gathering. My oldest son and his (yippee – 1st grand-baby,) pregnant wife are going to join hubby, hubby’s brother and myself for a simple ham dinner and small gift exchange. As with all Golden Memories God gives us, this one will pass in a flash, so I plan on enjoying every second of it.
Good cheer to my readers (I am amazed how many of you are out there and e-mail me). Good Cheer, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. You are quite literally my lifeline and though I am not consistent with entries, this silly blog gives me purpose in what would otherwise seem like a purposeless exhistance. I wish all God’s Blessings on eveyone and Pray that 2010 will be a year that God beats up a little more regularly on the dark one and mankind is a bit more gentle with his brothers.
