Sunday, October 27, 2019
“We gotta keep moving cause with every dawn there begins a faint light, and sometimes it grows so bright I have to shade my eyes. But not today, maybe tomorrow, but that’s okay.” It is as it is. …… TS(me)
Dear Reader,
Deb does not move. Often, I get her up and she puts on her slippers and I go to the kitchen sometimes to make her coffee. More often than not, however, I force her to make her own coffee, but only after she drinks a small glass of water. The reward is the coffee. Sometimes, she tries to call my bluff but it never works, because, you see, I don’t care if she drinks her coffee. She does.
Anyway, when she gets up and I go to the kitchen, I am waiting for her…..and waiting. I go back into the living room and there she is laying on her little couch, the blanket over her. Or she is just sitting there, sometimes looking at one of her photo albums.
“Deb, come over and make your coffee.” “In a minute” is her reply. “No, not in a minute because your minutes turn into hours…so please c’mon.” I retort. This is a constant pressure and I will try to explain why in my next post. It’s about the damage to her brain caused by hypoxia (lack of oxygen to her brain at the time of her incidents).
I get her into the kitchen and she reliably brews her coffee most of the time. The half and half she retrieves from the fridge and moves to the dining room table. “How many sugars do I take?” she asks. “Two” “OK, thanks.” “Where do we live? A common daily question. I answer, “You tell me. It’s on the wall next to the door to our bedroom.” I leave this an unanswered question as I will tell her to look it up later. or to look out the window and use her brain to figure it out. (Sometimes, I give her a hint like “It’s an indian tribe.”) She says, “Okay”. Now she has the newspaper to read which she won’t remember when she is finished.. This buys me time in my office to continue to work on my “to-dos”. But in an hour I will find her crossword books and a pencil. That buys a little more time. This is a constant pressure that I have reduced by just accepting it as best I can. But I know I must keep her moving off and on through the day.. and get my work accomplished.
Next…. The “Why of her inability to be kinetic.” Dear reader. Thank you so much for visiting.