I am a wannabe blogger. I read a fair share of blogs and most of them center on a specific topic. Some bloggers focus on book reviews, some on parenting , while others share the author’'s views on bargain hunting, cooking or fashion. I imagine there is a blog for any subject a person can think of. My problem stems from my not being able to truly focus one just one topic. Thanks ADHD! Do I really need to stick to one topic ? If my goal was to build a fan base then I would certainly beneft from honoring that practice. Presently my goal for this blog is to get into the habit of writing. If, somewhere along the way, I find myself favoring one topic I may take the liberty of readjusting my goals. Welcome to my blog about nothing!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
In the blink of an eye
How often have we hear the expression "in the blink of an eye"? How often have things changed that quickly for us in our own lives? Over the past few years I have witnessed this happening to several close relatives and I believed I was always semi prepared to be flexible if the need should ever arise. A few months ago it did arise and it was a double hit.
My Mom is seventy three and Dad just celebrated his seventy sixth birthday. Neither have led overly healthy lifestyles. Both began smoking at a very early age and their diet has always consisted of fatty foods fried in oil and heavily processed foods encrusted with sodium. Physical activity was not something either would indulge in unless it was to walk into a store to get their next pack of cigarettes. Amazingly my parents are both a fairly healthy weight but both have developed diabetes and Mom has C.O.P.D. The C.O.P.D. has limited my Mom since she is now on oxygen. Several times a year she ends up hospitalized due to lung issues. She has become frail and over the past half year or so has fallen in the home. Luckily she never was severely injured. As our parents age I think they tend to become a bit secretive about some of their health issues. When my Dad began feeling tired and out of sorts Mom believed it was simply the result of aging. She never informed us and only seeing them for short periods none of my siblings or I noticed this change. On April 24th my Mom decided to venture down to the basement to wash some laundry. She felt the urge to take some of the burden off my Dad even though she had been forbidden from going into the basement. My Dad had fallen asleep on the couch and did not notice her departure. Lucky for Mom the upstairs tenant chose that night to do laundry also for she found Mom sprawled at the bottom of the stairs. A phone call from my brother sent me and my siblings racing to the emergency room where we discovered that Mom had broken her hip. Since it was late at night and not deemed an emergency the surgery would wait for the morning when a surgeon would be available to evaluate her. We were all stressed but I did not like the way my Dad was looking. In the morning my brother informed me that the surgeon had decided to do the procedure using a spinal instead of general anesthesia because of my mother's breathing issues. Dad was at the hospital with Mom and we all would meet at the hospital following the surgery. Things did not work quite the way we expected. When Mom was wheeled into surgery Dad decided he was going to go home and rest as he did not feel well. Upon crossing the parking lot he located his car but began sweating profusely. He grabbed his cell phone and phoned my brother who immediately recognized that Dad was in trouble. Not wanting to break the connection my brother hit his Onstar button. With their assistance hospital personal, police and rescue were able to locate our Dad and rush him into the emergency room. My siblings and I quickly arrived at the hospital to discover that Dad had suffered a heart attack. The cardiologist on call was able to prevent major damage from occurring by doing a heart catheterization while we alternated between the cath lab waiting area and the surgical waiting area.
In one brief twelve hour period the events that occurred changed almost everything about my daily life. Of course it changed my parents lives and the lives of my siblings as well. All "in the blink of an eye".
My Mom is seventy three and Dad just celebrated his seventy sixth birthday. Neither have led overly healthy lifestyles. Both began smoking at a very early age and their diet has always consisted of fatty foods fried in oil and heavily processed foods encrusted with sodium. Physical activity was not something either would indulge in unless it was to walk into a store to get their next pack of cigarettes. Amazingly my parents are both a fairly healthy weight but both have developed diabetes and Mom has C.O.P.D. The C.O.P.D. has limited my Mom since she is now on oxygen. Several times a year she ends up hospitalized due to lung issues. She has become frail and over the past half year or so has fallen in the home. Luckily she never was severely injured. As our parents age I think they tend to become a bit secretive about some of their health issues. When my Dad began feeling tired and out of sorts Mom believed it was simply the result of aging. She never informed us and only seeing them for short periods none of my siblings or I noticed this change. On April 24th my Mom decided to venture down to the basement to wash some laundry. She felt the urge to take some of the burden off my Dad even though she had been forbidden from going into the basement. My Dad had fallen asleep on the couch and did not notice her departure. Lucky for Mom the upstairs tenant chose that night to do laundry also for she found Mom sprawled at the bottom of the stairs. A phone call from my brother sent me and my siblings racing to the emergency room where we discovered that Mom had broken her hip. Since it was late at night and not deemed an emergency the surgery would wait for the morning when a surgeon would be available to evaluate her. We were all stressed but I did not like the way my Dad was looking. In the morning my brother informed me that the surgeon had decided to do the procedure using a spinal instead of general anesthesia because of my mother's breathing issues. Dad was at the hospital with Mom and we all would meet at the hospital following the surgery. Things did not work quite the way we expected. When Mom was wheeled into surgery Dad decided he was going to go home and rest as he did not feel well. Upon crossing the parking lot he located his car but began sweating profusely. He grabbed his cell phone and phoned my brother who immediately recognized that Dad was in trouble. Not wanting to break the connection my brother hit his Onstar button. With their assistance hospital personal, police and rescue were able to locate our Dad and rush him into the emergency room. My siblings and I quickly arrived at the hospital to discover that Dad had suffered a heart attack. The cardiologist on call was able to prevent major damage from occurring by doing a heart catheterization while we alternated between the cath lab waiting area and the surgical waiting area.
In one brief twelve hour period the events that occurred changed almost everything about my daily life. Of course it changed my parents lives and the lives of my siblings as well. All "in the blink of an eye".
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Empty Nest
I have often come across parents who are counting the days until their children leave the family home for their own place. One good friend insisted that her late forties and early fifties would mark the best time of her life because then her children would be on their own. I have never longed for the nest to empty and dreaded when that day would arrive. That day is here once again and I am struggling with loneliness. The reason I say once again because three years ago the nest was empty but it did not last long. My children do not manage themselves well and a few have had to return home.
Ideally this should be a wonderful time for us and I believe my husband is fine with the house being empty but my life has always revolved around my children and without them I feel lost. My husband and I are not sliding into a second honeymoon period and I do not foresee one in the near future. We love each other but have very different ideas of what makes a marriage work. He is a dictator and I am a rebel, a combination that rarely works. His ways have forced our children to move out on their own even when they have been neither financially or mentally capable of doing so. He insists they left because of me yet two of my daughters have said if I wanted to leave him they would share an apartment with me. Does that sound like they left because of me? They have also told me that they can not deal with their father. I resent him not only for driving them out but for not accepting that he is the reason. I feel I am trapped in this marriage. I quit my job over 20 years ago to stay home with the children. This was more his idea than mine. I have no marketable skills and truly do not want to work at a fast food place so our marriage will continue. It is almost like living alone since we no longer share a bedroom. The only time this house comes alive is when our grandsons are here.
I need to find a purpose for my life. Without a sense of direction or even any real goals I feel I am just drifting from day to day. I am rapidly sliding back into a full blown depression and can not seem to stop it, I spent Sunday in bed and may remain here all of Monday too. I have been continuing to exercise at home but am slacking at going to the gym. Physical exercise does help my moods but I still do not know if I can actually claim to enjoy it. I will be forcing myself to hit the gym this week. It is not good for me to remain in the house 24/7.
Ideally this should be a wonderful time for us and I believe my husband is fine with the house being empty but my life has always revolved around my children and without them I feel lost. My husband and I are not sliding into a second honeymoon period and I do not foresee one in the near future. We love each other but have very different ideas of what makes a marriage work. He is a dictator and I am a rebel, a combination that rarely works. His ways have forced our children to move out on their own even when they have been neither financially or mentally capable of doing so. He insists they left because of me yet two of my daughters have said if I wanted to leave him they would share an apartment with me. Does that sound like they left because of me? They have also told me that they can not deal with their father. I resent him not only for driving them out but for not accepting that he is the reason. I feel I am trapped in this marriage. I quit my job over 20 years ago to stay home with the children. This was more his idea than mine. I have no marketable skills and truly do not want to work at a fast food place so our marriage will continue. It is almost like living alone since we no longer share a bedroom. The only time this house comes alive is when our grandsons are here.
I need to find a purpose for my life. Without a sense of direction or even any real goals I feel I am just drifting from day to day. I am rapidly sliding back into a full blown depression and can not seem to stop it, I spent Sunday in bed and may remain here all of Monday too. I have been continuing to exercise at home but am slacking at going to the gym. Physical exercise does help my moods but I still do not know if I can actually claim to enjoy it. I will be forcing myself to hit the gym this week. It is not good for me to remain in the house 24/7.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Zumba
Happy 2012! I was hoping to wake up in January discovering I suddenly realized I absolutely loved exercising. My hopes were dashed but I expected them to be. I have taken a two week leave of absence from the gym. That does not mean I stopped exercising. I began using Gold's Gym boxing for the wii. It is a tough workout but short. I like it because it does help me deal with some anger issues. Santa also brought my daughter Lauren a few different dance party type games for the wii. We have played the Michael Jackson experience and it was fun. Today we popped in Zumba. Zumba is not for sissies. Nor is it for anyone who is remotely self conscious. I am sure I looked like a lunatic actually I know I did because Lauren told me. The cats were laughing at us too! Was it fun? Well it was not boring and I am not very coordinated so the steps were not easy for me but since both my daughter and I are competitive and we can laugh at ourselves I guess it was fun. I beat her score by 7 points!!!!! Not bad at all.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)