For a while this afternoon, from my point of view, things felt normal. Normal is a big word now...there are times I don't think there is ever going to be even a new normal. So many nights I get what I call the 'fearfuls.' I don't know if I will ever take normal for granted...I learned just how easily and quickly life can take a turn. And I get afraid of when it will happen again. Cause even though Roger was not taken from me this time, I know that sooner or later, one of us will more than likely have to live without the other.
But for that while this afternoon, you would never have known the upheaval we have had. We were both in the basement. I had laundry going, and spent at least a couple hours with my one of my sewing machines and quilting. And Roger was working on things in his area. I am not sure what all he was doing, but I heard tools. And he was content.
He did say he would have to stop and think to remember how to do things. And he still had trouble telling me things when he needed to name things. Even with that, he felt more normal than he has in a long while. Then, after we came up from down there, he grilled some pork steak...just so normal.
Through all this, he has not lost his sense of humor. Sometimes it is a case of we either laugh or we cry, but a lot of times it is just his quick wit. The other night we were watching Family Feud. One of the questions that was ask of a hundred men, 'what is a word that you could use to describe a peach that you would also used to describe a woman.'
One of the answers given by the hundred men was'fuzzy.' And the family guessed it...when it was actually one of the answers, Roger says, 'Well, who would say that...nobody would say that.'
Then he started laughing and said, 'I guess they do, remember your brother used to say Why, Hell-o Fuzzy! And he did...he was not actually calling someone Fuzzy though...it was sort of a light way of swearing...If he was looking for something and finally found it, he might say 'WHy, Hell-o Fuzzy! Here it is' or if he and Roger were working or discussing how to do something, it might be, 'well, Hell-o fuzzy, that won't work!' It was not hello...it was Hell-o.
This is probably not funny to anyone else...I have ask both my other brothers if they remember this and neither of them do...but Roger and I sure do.
I've always said that when you lose you sense of humor that you've lost everything! I pray that your life returns to a sense of "normal."
ReplyDeleteOh,I'm so glad you had at least some 'normal' today.I remember so well, when my hubby got sick, that normal was not to be anymore.Oh,I have developed a 'new normal' and have a good life, but it's not what i had thought it would be.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy for your 'normal' time because I understand the battle against the 'fearfuls'.
ReplyDeleteSo finally you both have some peace and can enjoy normalcy. I think this is so important for us seniors, something that younger people take for granted or don't even think about. With all the serious illnesses and accidents we have been through lately, and just thinking of our age and how many of our friends have died, I think about this often and my stomach just drops. We all know it is coming, but it is closer for ones like us. And harder to not think about. But God tells us not to think about the future. For every one of us, right now is all we can be really sure of. No one knows the future. We may all live to be cranky geezers.
ReplyDeleteSo happy that you've had some peaceful home-time. None of us know what tomorrow will hold; life is fragile and the only thing any of us can be sure of is today. Young people proceed on the basis that they'll live forever, but with the passing years those of us who've been around a bit realise that that's a folly. I don't know what the answer is other than to seize the moment, and live in the present. Wishing you lots and lots of normal, Bonny x
ReplyDeleteI felt a lot of US in this post. Both you US and me and Terry US. Did I ever tell you (lol) that after Terry had his first mini stroke he decided to rewire a kitchen plug. Originally it was one plug and a light switch for the lights over the sink. He wanted to add two plug outlets. After he did, I used my deep fryer, which fried itself. I didn't think much about it because it was old and probably reached the end of fryer life. A few weeks later I was using the griddle. Same thing. It still didn't click. But when my Paninni maker fried itself I started putting 2 and 2 together and asked Terry to look at that wiring. Sure enough, he had wired it for 220. Just one of those things he forgot how to do after his TIA. There have been a few other things like that, like putting a chain on a saw backwards. We laugh about it now.
ReplyDeleteWe watch Family Feud too. We always say "Where do they find the people that answer these survey questions!! Who would SAY that!!"
Normal changes all the time. Sometimes for the good, sometimes not.
xx, Carol
humor and quick wit makes life bearable. I do the same thing, get in the 'fearfuls' but I call it fretting mode. over things I have no control over. like bob being 80 and me 72 and one of us will die before the other and I do the what if and the how woulds and on and on... bob never gets that way. I think itis a woman thing
ReplyDeleteAin't normal grand. So glad you can relax a little. I remember when Dave had his stroke and he was so good natured about everything I told him he is much less grumpy than he used to be and we just laughed. We became the best of friends I mean more so or at least in another way then before. Life is strange.
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Rose, I know you are thankful for those normal-feeling times, and times when you can laugh together. I know how funny family 'inside jokes' can be. I think only my sister Mildred understands some of my humor.
ReplyDeleteNone of us can ever expect to live a 'normal' life at times.. We don't know what life will bring us --from one day to the next... You certainly know about this... SO---I am glad that some normalcy is coming back to your lives... So glad hubby is keeping his sense of humor... That goes a long long way --when it comes to healing and recovery....
ReplyDeleteGod's blessings on you BOTH.
Hugs,
Betsy
Thankful for the normal afternoon you shared in the basement. Both of you having some independent time to enjoy things you used to. I pray for you both to have many more of these same days. Sending love and prayers to both of you.
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