Super, Puppy and Seizure Bowls

2013-02-03_20-24-05_212It’s Sunday night. Joey’s having a bath during halftime of the Super Bowl. The TV’s flipped to Animal Planet’s Puppy Bowl because most NFL halftime shows reek, although I (Tim) thought Prince put on a good one in 2007.

From the bathroom comes the telltale gasping, groaning and thumping of Joey in a seizure. So we storm in there, control his head and just try to be calm until it passes. This is a longish one for him, maybe 2 minutes worth.

He goes into deep breathing, almost snoring, after these episodes. We wrap a bulky towel around his head and neck like a travel pillow, drain the tub, and put a large beach towel over him so he won’t get cold. Then we just wait until he is able to get up, accept our spotting against falls, slide into some night clothes, and bundle into bed.

We take turns on watch in the bathroom. The game’s back on the TV, and the announcers are revved up about a power failure of some kind at the Super Dome. The second half might be delayed by another 15 minutes, if you can imagine a national catastrophe of that magnitude.

This will sound petty, but another stinky aspect of care giving is that you can’t allow yourself beer buzzes and junk food stupors, even on Super Sunday. You become a perpetual designated driver.

We’re just breathing deep and letting our adrenalin, like the water in Joey’s tub, drain away as we recover from our latest household excitement.

An Extrovert With Cabin Fever

Tim describes himself as the introvert and me as the extrovert. However after over 20 years, I think that we are very much alike socially. We both talk to others easily. The difference is in the way we are required to live our lives. He is required to be out, often doing things he would rather not do (such as his second job) for many hours of the day (and some evenings). He has to be away doing things that he wants to do but during evenings when he would like to be home. On the other hand, I often have to be home when I would prefer not to be, mainly because of illness. Lately, weather has kept me from attending a prayer group that I help lead.

winter sunset 2011 002Before having been forced to retire, I worked with people; lots of people, and I never tired of it. I miss that. I was content in an atmosphere which required me to keep the business on its toes, keep those under my supervision happy and “playing nicely in the sandbox” and many other things. For years now, this extrovert no longer teaches, negotiates, supervises, plans, keeps up accounting records, manages time closely, runs two very small businesses or raises multiple children.

It is more likely that I would be glad to see someone that I know and hear how they are. I am sick and tired of “me.” Although I become overwhelmed by our son (especially the cleaning-up-excrement part), he is still often a welcome distraction!

When Tim and I went to a pub a couple of weeks ago, being able to stay out for as long as we wished for the first time in about 17 years, the short conversations with strangers were hysterical and uplifted my entire week! I do not think that Tim felt much differently.

However, if my schedule were as tightly-packed as Tim’s, I would be bleeding internally within a few days.

So, of course I do not run away from pleasant people! Admittedly, being alone so much brings out the worst in me. I have too much to say. I can only believe that it is because I am invisible for the majority of every day.