The plague (No Comments)

I work with 6 year olds and so, not surprisingly, they have coughed/sneezed in my face once too often and successfully transmitted the plague to me.

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I’ve been laying in my bed for the past five days, propped up with pillows, not covered by any blankets.  And yes, it may be February but the bedroom window is wide open because between the fever and my menopausal hot flashes, I feel like I’ve been stuck in a sauna.

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This has been the least of my problems.

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While being super weak with influenza, bronchitis and sinus/throat infection, I have not been getting out of my bed and going downstairs in search of food and drink.  I’ve been busy feeling sorry for myself in between exhausting fits of coughing and asthma attacks. For sustenance, I have relied on my children to attend to me.

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Which explains why I have lost a full 7 pounds in five days.  Because even though my two eldest children have been home from school because of exams, they have been very busy sleeping in and keeping in touch with their friends all day long.

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After the second day of being ignored, I gathered enough energy and staggered into the hall to yell at them for being self centred and uncaring.  I wanted to tell them that they would be sorry when I am dead, but I didn’t (this time).

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Then they felt guilty and after a horrifying bronchitis/asthma fit brought on by my rage, offers of tea in my favourite Ikea cup and cut up oranges started coming my way.  This was the best they could do, but it’s actually all I wanted.

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I’ve warned them all that after I have successfully shared the plague with them, they will not see me again until they are completely recovered.  They can expect the same level of care from me as they showed to me…Now don’t think me entirely cold hearted.   I have warned them to begin stockpiling non-perishables in their rooms for the days when they are too weak to get out of bed.  Bottles of water would be a good place to start.

My altenheimers is acting up (No Comments)

I started a wordpress blog a while ago with this exact title.

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However I haven’t had a great deal of time to write much.  So now, rather than trying to manage two blogs and my family and my teaching and my writing, I am consolidating my thoughts on Alzheimers, into this location.

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Growing up, whenever my mom would forget something, normal forgetting, she would say ‘my altenheimers is acting up’ as a joke.

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Now that joke is a reality and my mom is suffering from dementia.  When I say suffering, I mean it.  Sure, she is in early to mid stages still but she is suffering. Emotionally and mentally.  She is worried and anxious, pretty much all the time.

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I am looking into getting her a geriatric specialist now who will follow her as the disease progress.  But I need someone good, who is caring too.  Not someone who is going to separate us at appointments and keep us apart for hours until my mom threatens to call the police on them just so she can go home.  This happened, I am NOT kidding.

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Anyway, my mom is doing okay.  And the good news is that I am handling it better too.  Sometimes it is about me, ok?

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I was crying every day last year when we got the diagnosis.  I took a day and cried until I couldn’t cry any more and I haven’t cried since…ok, not much at least.  I feel like I am better able to cope with it now.

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While my mom is doing ok, the person she was, was gone a year ago.  I’ve mourned that loss.  I’ve even accepted it, I think.  And now we are moving forward.

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My mom is losing her ability to speak properly, meaning she is often having difficulty selecting the words she wants to say and sometimes when I speak with her, she doesn’t know what I am saying.  Like when I asked her to chop something and she didn’t know what the word ‘chop’ meant…she used to know.  This has happened with other words too.

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I am trying to focus on the fact that my mom is still here.  She is still alive.  And she can laugh and smile.  Does she get confused?  Sure.  Don’t we all?!  I grew up being afraid of losing my mother so I am really glad now that I  still have her.

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Sometimes you just have to look at the glass as being half full.

 

Times change (No Comments)

Hello!
This blog used to be only about my family but as time has passed and my kids have gotten older and less cute (heehee) I have realized that it is time to change things up.

I have decided to included other parts of my life in this blog that make up a big part of my life. Two things that I will be writing about are my mom’s struggles with Alzheimers as well as my own journey with my writing career.

I will still include posts about my kids when there is something to share. But for now I think that this makes the most sense.

Happy new year!

St. Anthony- patron saint of lost Ipods (No Comments)

My son spent days looking for his Ipod. He couldn’t find it anywhere and was quite upset and going into video game withdrawal.
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Finally, I offered up assistance in the form of advice. I told him to pray to St. Anthony. Gregory asked me how fast he works. I replied that it depends on how busy he is!
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Later, Gregory sat on the couch and was asking for more advice. I recommended sticking his hands down into the couch cushions and then began doing it myself.
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Within a minute, I pulled the Ipod out from under a cushion.
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Gregory was quite grateful but I wasn’t particularly thrilled. i like when my kids misplace their video games. They talk to me more!

Top 10 reasons to dislike teenagers (No Comments)

There are many, many reasons to dislike teens.  Here are just a few:

10. They are teenagers.

9.  Their hormones are raging and their brains are growing and this makes them mean, moody and mouthy.  Did I mention mean?

8.  They don’t like to be told what to do.

7.  They ignore you when you tell them what to do (see #8 for the reason why).

6.  They cannot be forced to hang up their jacket or put their shoes in the closet.  CANNOT.  They will do it, if and when they feel like doing it…which is never.

5.  They think they know more than their parents and will argue about anything and everything.  Including how they will be perfectly safe going to Queen’s university for the weekend with other 17 year old girls for Hallowe’en parties, wearing oversexualized costumes. (I’m not sure if oversexualized is a word, but even if I made it up, it fits).

4.  They think their parents are REALLY old, even though they try to pass things over on us as if we were born yesterday.  Weird.

3.  They only know how to turn lights  ON.  They don’t seem to like being told that money is burning up as they leave lights on all over the house.  This seems to make them leave even more lights on.

2.  They CAN’T rinse their toothpaste out of the sink…EVER…because, well, GROSS!

1.  They don’t want to hold our hands or snuggle anymore.  (This hurts, but if we tell ourselves we don’t like THEM  anymore, maybe it won’t hurt quite so much).