When LifeTurns on a Dime What Do You Do?

As living beings we breath in and breath out every day no matter if the sunshines or not or if we even have dime to spend or not. Some days are good ones; other are not so great.

 Our hearts beat.

We breathe in…we breathe   out…

We eat drink sleep, wake up, walk around and do what we do everyday without much thought.

Somewhere in our daily routine  life can turn on a dime. You know, make an unexpected change. (Pun intended.)

I don’t know about you, but I seem to settle into a comfortable routine. I need to have routines to keep balance in my life.

Yesterday it seemed like every thing was off kilter.

I was doing it all wrong! Well, in the eyes of my boomerang son I was the big old _itch afterall his complaining at me.

I was ready to scream!

  • I sat in the chair a while to cry.
  • My nerves were shot.
  • It seemed like nothing made my 40 something year old son happy. 
  • I did not move fast enough to please him.
  • I did not want to be around that man any more. 
  • I wanted Calgon to take me away!

Shortly later my nearly 40 year old son, who sits on his butt all day long, asked, “Mom will you help me get into bed, please?

For any new readers who don’t know my family,yet, I love complaining about my son sitting on his butt all day  to provoke emotions in you.

The truth is my son came home to live with me, not because he is a free-loader mooch.

He has severe mulitple sclerosis. He can no longer stand let a alone walk so he depends on a wheelchair.

Yes, he gets so cranky from the chronic painful spasms that he has… and who could be nice all the time if in chronic pain?

 

To say it nicely, I love my son even though he is  a challenge to live with. (I do not always like to be around him.)

I helped him into bed then drained his urine bag.

His urine smelled bad and it had chunks of sediment.

I am sure that is much more information than you want to know, but that is life. Foul smelling urine from a cranky disabled person signals a urinary track infection.

By 3 pm, yesterday, with my son in bed, I shut down to recover myself.

I was emotionally drained.

At that point I knew I should not take his irritablity personal.

The middle aged man was not himself.

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Life turns on a dime 

  • My house work is not all done.
  • My emails are not answered.
  • My blog is unattended.
  • Paper work is half filed.
  • My clean sheets are not on the bed, yet. the bed is un-made.
  • I still have laundry to fold or hang up.
  • Blah-blah-blah…

I knew that I had to re-assess my priorities around my disabled sons needs.

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Here is my plan to adapt:

  1. Made a doctors appointment.
  2. Made arrangements to have a paratransit van pick us up to transport my son, the service dog and I to the doctors’ office this after noon.
  3. I started pouring cranberry juice down the man.
  4. We watched movies on TV together.
  5. I went swimming with my daughter and grand daughter this morning. Yep, I allowed myself to be nurtured.
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Conclusion 

There are things in our lives that none of us has control over.

I have learned to work with the MS. I also am learning to work with my own aging process.

I have found that when life seems to feel really crappy that it is time to sit down to make a new temporary plan.

  • I can control my own choices to nurture my self along with my son’s prioritized needs. 
  • I do no thave to do everything on my list.

The rule I have always had for my family has been People before things.

Stuff can wait!

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Now it is your turn to share how you manage life when you get thrown a curve ball or that dime turns and falls in the toilet.

 

I am Malika Bourne the No Non-cents Nanna saying, “Make good choices.

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