Things
in my life have been on a downward spiral... for a while now, regarding health
issues and family. It’s hard to put a smile on my face, since everything seems
so depressing. Truth is, writing just
hasn’t been in the cards, lately and I'm missing my blog buddies. As you all know, we lost our dear kitty Mira after 18
years, less than a month ago. I still expect to see her where she’s obviously
not going to be. I know her spirit and her sister’s are everywhere around us,
so that should comfort me. But it doesn’t. I need to see that sweet face and big
eyes, up close and personal. SIGH. Reality kicks in. My hubby's breathing issues are at a
critical point. Not just because of the COPD. But because his heart has a
twisted aorta and his left ventricle is only functioning at less than 50
percent? Surgery would probably would be dangerous. My dad died two years ago, six days after he
had his heart surgery. The thought of losing my hubby so close to Mira’s
passing would be devastating. He’s not
keen on doing anything to alter the staus quo, though he seems to be getting
worse. That frightens me. Every night I pray he makes it through the next day. Maybe I'm being a tad bit over dramatic? But... it is what it is. He's had MORE bad days, than not. Today was a very
good day for him, though. I am grateful. He has a doctor's appointment at end of week. Finally he's going to ask where to start, so he can have a better quality of life? Meanwhile, back on the East Coast my mom, whom we
haven’t seen for over one and a half years, took a tumble on the way to the
bathroom at 4am. All alone, she struggled to pull herself up. After difficult
maneuvering, she managed to do it, by
scooting on her rear, to the top of the
stairs, dangling her feet over the edge, and grabbing hold of the wrought iron railing, in the hallway above. Frankly knowing how steep those stairs are, I felt terror, knowing how harrowing, that solution was. A week has passed and she’s none
the worse for wear. Thank goodness. But still I shudder to think about her in a
bloody heap at the foot of those stairs with a broken neck and no one knowing.
Scary. She also has heart issues and
like my hubby doesn’t want an operation cause of my dad dying, like he did. My brother from the West coast will be there at the end of the month, so that visit should do her some good. And he'll go to the doctor with her to discuss her condition. But
our troubles don’t stop there. My older
daughter has surgery soon. I’m her ride to and from hospital. Hoping
she gets a good outcome. Fingers crossed. My youngest daughter, on top of
having lingering Covid effects, and being immune compromised. She was hospitalized for bleeding ulcers. 14 days later she is improving. And is attempting work in person, next week. Again fingers crossed. Despite all this chaos
around me, I’m trying to keep upbeat. My mobility and health issues are keeping
me struggling too. But since I'm the glue holding everything together, I can't focus on that. Unfortunately, I keep accidently keep falling down, hurting myself. I don't know if it's because I'm distracted by everything else??? Or just a string of bad luck. It's one
thing after another. I took a tumble a few months ago, like my mom just did, really messing up my
shoulder. Time healed it. But I
was crawling the walls, grounded more or less, while everybody I knew, has headed out
on vacation, to unwind and distract from the past year of Covid. And mostly to
have some FUN. Seems the ill effects are still lingering here on our home front, though.
And it is frustrating to watch other families having a good time, while we are
not. I feel guilty for feeling envious. Daily I drain my brain, thinking peaceful, healing thoughts. Or shop for things I really don't need online. And pray the
situation in our family improves. The other day however, added insult to injury. I had broken
down some cardboard boxes making a big
pile in the living room. I was trying to clean a small part of the garage. Remember that project?? I asked my hubby to hold open the front door,
so I could put them out in the trash. We don’t have recycling here. So I
scooped up the cardboard and walked out the front door. The first step down was
fine. No problem. But when I went to step off the second one, the back of my
shoe hit the edge of it, and splat I
went onto the cement sidewalk below and partly into the bushes, full of poison, whatever??? Cardboard scattered everywhere. I was more upset that my thrifted pants might have a hole on them??? Than how much pain I was actually in. Every part of my body was crying out in agony. I
glanced downwards at my arm and hand just in time to notice a snake was
slithering away. And bugs of a million sorts were crawling all over the dirt, grass and some on my extremities. I started screamimg, louder and louder. I had been like a turtle on it’s back. I couldn’t
right myself and my hubby‘s efforts to help were fruitless. I could not pull
myself up no matter how hard I tried. I was a beached whale. But seeing the snake got me moving what little bit I could. It just wasn't enough to get me off the ground. My spouse had had
enough and was going to call 911. We were both afraid he might end up on the
ground with me, if he tried to0 hard to help. I convinced him to let me regain
my footing. (Bad pun, sorry.) I needed some more time. He
relented. And I was able to concentrate on turning over. Then crawling back to the stoop. The lower step I had
fallen off, was going to be more helpful now. It was higher than I would have
liked, but I believed if I were persistent...
I’d be able to use it to help me out of the situation I found myself in. Fifteen minutes later,
my efforts paid off. I was able to use my elbows on the step, to push my legs up, pivot and actually sit on it. It was exhausting. My hubby, then helped pull me up to a standing position. Needless to say, I was traumatized by
the whole thing. I was trembling and weak... when he helped to get me through the
front door... so I could lay down on the sofa. My shoulder suffered the most damage. But
the other parts on my right side weren’t really doing that well either. I iced what I could, took aspirin and
slept through to early afternoon, the next day. I can not believe this has
happened to me again. Another fall. More healing needed. It’s very embarrassing and I’m beside myself,
over the 'damage' to my body.
My poor fragile bones.
I mean how much more can they take???
I'm not a spring chicken.
But I'm not that old???
