I have arrived at the bridge I was going to cross when I came to it.
Sunday morning. I hear Snookums get up, and struggle to get into her cloths, then use the walker to go into the bathroom. I want to rise and help her but stifle the urge and pretend to sleep as she struggles to steer around furniture and dogs.
We have hit the dreaded plateau in her recovery where we know she is going to reside for a time. She is more animated now and rereads the get-well cards repeatedly. She doesn’t recall reading them before, but she knows the people that sent them. The same with the bills. She knows some must be paid and others should wait but doesn’t remember having gone through them a day earlier.
When I did arise, someone had started the coffee and opened the drapes, and Snook was watching the neighbors from the sofa with her morning coffee. She remembers our morning ritual of coffee cake and coffee that I have now combined with taking the morning vitals and medicines, and she quickly followed me to the kitchen for that. That is an important time for her, and I sure don’t want to miss it.
Today is pill sorting day when we fill up the pill boxes for the upcoming week. There are so many. I managed to get mine sorted, and Amber sorted Snooks, so one chore down. We have tons of medical waste that needs to get emptied this day, and that will be my major contribution to orderliness. A few other chores, checking the mails again, then lunch. If I keep prep simple, I can fix our lunch, but as soon as I get over creative, I quickly discover my limits. So it is mostly pre-prepared foods and dips.
The upcoming week will be a bit easier with two medical visits mid-week, one for me and one for Snookums. I am very sick of that place. Snook will have a follow up visit with the neurologist. Her home nursing will also start next week with two visits by the nurse, two PT visits, and possibly a speech therapist. I was thinking about occupational therapy for her too, but the nurse suggested that it would be better to do it as a fine tuning to the physical therapy. I am mixed with that but will go along with it for a time.
Housekeeping has never been my strong suit, so I am checking into getting a little help with lite housekeeping. Snook has always been a plugger and has never liked clutter. That’s why she married a clutterer. It is the natural order of things ….
So my life has changed, and I must change with it. I am not feeling all that confident …
Good morning!
Rusty's Armory 
July 10, 2022 at 1:16 pm
all the best played plans of mice and men….
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July 10, 2022 at 2:10 pm
Life constantly changes, for all of us. You will get through it… with love, because you have to. Nothing wrong with simple meals and a little clutter here and there. You do what you can, take a deep breath and accept help when it’s offered. That’s always been the hardest part for my other half.
Hugs.
💕
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July 10, 2022 at 6:19 pm
… yeah. Here comes life in full Technicolor …
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July 10, 2022 at 2:28 pm
Wishing you all the best. Changes take time as most of us are creatures of habit.
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July 10, 2022 at 2:48 pm
Patience was never my strong suit either …
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July 10, 2022 at 2:57 pm
Why am I not surprised…
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July 11, 2022 at 8:15 pm
I want to give some words of wisdom here, but I can’t really say I am all that wise. I have learned to take one day at a time. Not my words, but whoever thought it up, was very wise because it is all we can do. I hate clutter myself, but no matter what I do, there is clutter. That is what happens when you have grandkids and no energy. I am slowly de-cluttering, but no matter how much I get rid of, more takes it place. Do what you can, and let others help you and again, one day at a time. ❤
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July 11, 2022 at 8:27 pm
An old mentor one told me that some days you just walk slowly and sip ice water, and this too shall pass …
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July 12, 2022 at 8:06 am
Each time I think about de-cluttering, I remind myself that some of it is comforting and that which isn’t gets the heave-ho. I never want to feel like a guest in my own home.
Home healthcare will be a godsend and should make things much easier for you and Snookums.
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July 12, 2022 at 11:29 pm
You have this, Big Brother. Just do the best you can do. Take one Day at a time. I found that there are lots of tasty Prepared meals at the grocery store. enough for 3/4 people. Love you.
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July 13, 2022 at 9:30 am
Yeah. Ready or not, I got it …
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July 25, 2022 at 9:08 am
Getting extra help is always a godsend. Glad to see an update, its a process to get through; my sister recently had a stroke and is recovering slowly. Best wishes for a hopeful full recovery.
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