You know what is a little thing? Saying the word “Yes” or “Sure” when someone offers to help.
It is such a little thing to allow someone the gift of doing something for you.
Yes, I am speaking from my heart here. I absolutely love doing stuff for people. It is part of what makes me me. And when someone is kind enough to just say “Yes,” that is a delight to the soul. Continue reading
You gotta have a goals in life, right? Well, when you are ill with a chronic disease (mine was kidney disease), your goals might be a little skewed from normal.
Sometimes it is just to get up and dressed in the morning. Sometimes it is to keep a meal down. Sometimes it is to not snap at your loved ones. (Really.) Sometimes it is to do ONE thing that makes you feel productive.
If you are really sick and spending a lot of time at doctor offices or admitted to hospitals, it is a really good idea to have a goal for those events.
I mean, truly, they aren’t fun. And you don’t want things to just “happen” to you without you having a say in a thing or two. (See this post about stuff that happens to you.)
A hospital bed – I’ve seen toooooo many of these.
Often, when you are sick, you have very little control over things. You know, they come in and take you away for a test, or procedure, or God knows what. You get rolled down the hallway and things happen. Then they come by and put that hideous NPO sign on your hospital door and no one brings you food or drink until the next trip down the hall to an unnamed event, for which you had no say. That event is usually the following day and it could be early or NOT. And you starve. And thirst. Continue reading
I remember the day my husband stood between my IV port and the nurse. I have met nurses a’plenty through my years, not many are like this one; but this one was my nurse at the time.
I had had a minor surgery (as if any are really minor). Family was not allowed in Recovery Room #1. I woke up and they game me pain meds through my IV. Not long after my feet started twitching uncontrollably. “Weird,” I thought. Then my hands were feeling unconnected to my body. Continue reading