Clearing The Cobwebs


 

I didn’t want to wake up in a foul mood. In fact I went to sleep after watching the only show my wife and I watch together. But around 3:30 in the morning I was awakened by the most realistic dream I’ve had in a while. It was so real that I’d rather not talk about it for fear of it coming true. Anyway knowing I had to get up to make a doctor’s appointment this morning, I tried to go back to bed. When I finally did go back to bed around 5:00, I woke up again to another more fantasy based dream. With the weather foggy as hell outside, I have some two hours before the appointment. So I hope by then to clear the cobwebs before heading to another boring 3-month checkup.

After putting together my wife’s pill dispensers for the week, I make note of the pills she forgot to take for each day. I know I should keep up better with her pill count, but with that and planning and preparing the meals. Then making sure all of our son’s needs are met, I then have to make room for all of the other things that need my attention. Like paying the bills, buying groceries, running errands, making sure the house is clean, and the laundry gets done. Note that some of this I don’t have to do all by myself, but my wife and son, due to their various conditions, need supervision.

Now that may sound like I’m being domineering over them, but really I would prefer not to. But in the world of caregiving it’s often the price you pay when disabilities aren’t so obvious. So I sit here in the relative calm, with my wife watching Golf and my son shaving. To many of you that would seem like another normal morning routine. But when looking back and thinking about all my own mental issues, on top of raising three other “normal” children, all while working a fulltime job. It’s a wonder I made it this far. But the journey and the mission has yet to end, so it’s up to me and no one else.   

#Reality #Caregiving #BeingSeen #Understand #RightThereWithYou


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