It’s Funny How

Isolated you can feel when you are taking care of someone who is sick or shut in.  From the picture window (that’s what she called it when I was growing up) I have a view of a main road into the city.  Traffic all day and I watch and wonder where they are going, what kind of day are they having. 

The only time I don’t wonder is when the chicken trucks go by my Mom’s house – I am only too aware that they might be on my menu tomorrow night.  Yes chicken trucks, all night and into the day – maybe 10 or so pass on the road right in front of  her house.  No we are not out in the country, just about 1.5 miles out of Columbia, SC.  You might be able to figure out that I do not like the chicken trucks, no not at all, I do not like them. 

Then I think about all the times I have driven down the road never even considering the people in the houses I pass.  A normal thing to just drive down the road going about your business, just living your life.  This just makes me think about what is going on inside those houses – who is happy, sad, sick, or just carrying on.  I wonder if they ever look out and wonder what those people in those cars going by their houses are up to or am I just a bit crazy for wondering about this. 

It’s not funny how when you are staying with someone who is sick how you feel a bit like being in prison with no freedom.  Whine alert! I do a lot of whining. I also do a lot of rambling which is just whining in a written form.

It is funny how happy my husband or I get when the lady from hospice comes to give us a break.  A good thing to be able to leave for a bit and know Momma is in good hands.

Also a great thing when an unexpected guest pops in – a very welcome and happy thing indeed.


About TheClothesAreInTheStove

I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and daughter. My husband has retired and I work part-time at an outside job and until 12/23/11 worked full-time as my Mother's caregiver. I started this blog as a way to cope with my Mother's illness, dementia and death. I have always had to urge to write down every significant event in my life. Over the years I have jotted down notes on calendars, in journals, on little sheets of paper and now this blog. I am so afraid that if I don't write it down I will forget and it will be lost forever. My Mother's decline is so important and so painful but it happened and it can't be forgotten. Hopefully it will help someone else deal a little bit better - it helps to know that what you are feeling is ok and that what you feel is not unique. Others have different experiences but this is my experience.
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One Response to It’s Funny How

  1. your daughter says:

    Love you.

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