MY HOLIDAY DISASTER!
CAREGIVER SERIES PT. 6
HOW WE GOT HERE…
On Christmas Day we got up early for our annual trip back to KY to pick up my niece for a week. Mom decided to go up and visit her sister that week. I will not lie…I was ready to go running through the house naked singing Hallelujah (Not a pretty picture)! I
wanted needed this break SO bad. Two months of 24/7 frustration and aggravation. I couldn’t get to KY fast enough. I didn’t even mind that I would be sharing that much-needed break with a 12-year-old! We arrived back home minus mom, plus a niece, and were so excited. We went out to Applebee’s for dinner the next night…
Who knew that one dinner would set into motion the wheels that would change my life forever. That dinner is where my old life ended and my new life began. I got choked! Yes, that was my life-changing, A-ha moment. A boneless, buffalo chicken wing would end up changing my life forever!
I know it sounds stupid even to my own ears (and eyes)! That is what happened though. I got choked so bad that I literally shredded my vocal chords. I immediately lost my voice and it would not return for many, many weeks later. Those tears got so infected that soon I had a raging infection because of my non-existent immune system. I spent that whole week in bed sick.
Talk about KARMA! My niece went home and mom returned and I remained sick. I woke up early in the morning of Jan. 3rd and couldn’t breath. The infection had gotten so bad in my throat that it was swelling shut. I was rushed to the ER at 4 a.m. where I would spend the next 5 days. This would begin the series of steps it took to become a knowledgeable caregiver and the birth of this blog.
At this point, in time things were awful. I had fallen into a deep, dark and stinky hole of depression that I thought would never end. I thought of my life as over. I was stuck living this horrible day in and day out frustration, aggravation for the rest of my life. All the plans my husband had made were out the window. This would always be my life and that was a thought I just couldn’t stand to think about. Me constantly telling mom what she was forgetting, what she was doing wrong and how to do it right. As I am reading this I realize it was probably just as bad for her. Our lives were a mess, no rhyme or reason to it. How we had survived up until this point I don’t understand. Remember to Appreciate the good, laugh at the crazy and deal with the rest. Stay tuned to part 7.
Appreciate the good, laugh at the crazy, and deal with the rest.
I love you momma!