I have been laid out flat with laryngitis, fever, a rib flailing cough, and all the misery of a GERD flare. Not to mention sore muscles from nights on the couch because my wracking cough shatters the calm of my husband’s sleep and sense of well being.
Okay. Enough with the complaining, right? I do, after all, mostly have my voice back, and, thanks to a plethora of drugs to include an inhaler, cough medicine (three tries till I could find the one that worked–Mucinex, the honey flavored one), antihistamines, massive doses of PPIs to stop the stomach acid, Tylenol for the first few days to stop the razor blades in my throat feeling, cough drops, which I stopped, because they exacerbated the GERD/Laryngopharyngeal Reflux Disease, and my lovely daughter’s TLC who came to stay for a couple of days, ostensibly to ensure that husband was okay, but worriedly keeping an eye on me, having already sent a humidifier via Amazon prime. Meanwhile, she’d slipped and fell and cracked the radial head of her elbow the night of her 22nd birthday, the same day I came down with the dreaded “L”.
My what a bunch my family is.
So now that I am taking a reasonably deep breath without a hacking exhale, I’m trying to put some perspective to all of this, admittedly a bit drugged up from the steroid in the inhaler and whatever cocktail of ingredients is in the cough medicine.
Still. In the throes of sudden vulnerability. Of coughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Of fearing Covid for the first couple of days, even though I’d just had the third booster and knew the symptoms were for a different sort of virus. Of realizing that life is so fleeting and that I am so unprepared for its end. I mean, yes. I have wills and powers of attorney and that sort of stuff, but everything else is so messy and in the middle. It’s like my desk. I know where things are, but looking at it from an outsiders point of view. Where to start? How to fathom it all? How could I leave my daughter and my husband with this? And in particular, my husband? My beautiful Jed with short term memory so fleeting that he asks the same question 4-5 times before he figures out from a cue on my face that he’d asked it already.
A caregiver’s dilemma is always one of balancing the self with the non-self.
Self says, “hey, it’s my life, I do whatever I want. So what if there are unpaid bills? Or if I didn’t send in the signatures for the new account? Or even the latest round of retirement forms?”
Non-self doesn’t even say. Non-self is there soundlessly. A support bed of soft puffy clouds. A hand guiding without ever telling. A hand that gives full agency to the other. Allows them to find their way to the shower on their own to scrub the days of not showering off their body. And doesn’t worry. Doesn’t feel wrecked inside at week two of not getting out of his pajamas.
Okay so I am in the throes of a lot of mixed stuff here. Me with laryngitis and me as a caregiver and me as a recently retired person trying to find her way and me as a 67 year old facing the fact that I don’t bounce back as quickly as I used to and me as a lot of other things I haven’t even figured out yet.
Meanwhile, I bought a pair of purple boots and are they ever cute.
Gosh, it feels like a landslide sometimes, doesn’t it? I’m so glad you are beginning to feel a little better. And that you have purple boots. And thanks for writing this, for being vulnerable and open and sad and funny. Sending you love.
Thanks so much, Lisa. And you’re right, landslide is about the size of it. Xo
Hi Malissa…I love your boots. I would love a pair just like them.
My heart goes out to you. I didn’t know what has been happening in your life….becoming a caretaker makes your own health, your own life feel so much more vulnerable. I am hoping that you heal, and that you find the help you need to be able to sustain yourself, as well as your husband. Sending love.
Thank you, Lisa. My usual mode is to stay present and it all seems to work! I so appreciate your lovely note. Much love, xo
I’m so sorry you’ve been sick, Malissa! Wishing you good health and a speedy recovery.
Thank you, Karin!