Morningside Drive

18 September 09

20 Things NOT to say to a Chronically Ill Person

Filed under: Chronic Illness, Invisible Illness Week — by turtlemom3 @ 7:45 am

Kellia over at Kelliaellis’s Blog posted these, and I’m stealing them to get them wider coverage!!

These lists are compliments of National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week at www.invisibleillness.com. Get involved in Invisible Illness Week this year during the week of September 14-20, 2009, including the 5-day virtual conference online.

#1 You look so good today!

I disagree with this one. If I’ve expended the energy and the increased pain in my hands and arms to put on make up, than I want people to acknowledge my effort!

#2 You just need to get out of the house more.

#3 If you stop thinking about it, the pain will go away.

#4 You should just pray harder.

#5 You must not want to get better if you won’t try this… <juice, herb, exercise, etc>

#6 When I was your age I didn’t have the luxury of being sick.

#7 You’re sick again?

#8 I wish I could just sit around all day.

Hey! I’m working – running a business – from home, not just sitting around!

#9 No pain, no gain!

#10 I’d be sick too if I saw doctors as much as you do.

#11 I have this juice that is working wonders!

The last time I tried one of these “miracle juice cures,” I broke out in hives and had to use my rescue inhaler! No, thank you!

#12 You must still have sin in your life.

Doesn’t everyone? And my “sin level” is between me and God and my Confessor – you are not my judge!

#13 If you got a job you would have something else to think about.

I have several “jobs,” thankyouverymuch! I run my business, I take care of my husband, who has heart problems, and I am constantly available to about 80 or 100 people who need help on one level or another.

#14 Your illness is caused by stress.

Maybe, maybe not. But it’s interesting that it “runs in the family!” Did we all have uncontrolled stress??

#15 You cannot be in that much pain. Maybe you just want attention…

#16 What have you done to make God so mad at you?

My God doesn’t “get mad” at people and strike them with painful illnesses! We live in a fallen world. There is illness. I struggle and cope as well as I can, as does everyone else with chronic illness.

#17 There are easier ways to get attention.

There sure are! I’m a dynamic and interesting person with a high intellect and sharp observational powers. I don’t need this illness to get attention! I don’t want this! But I have it, and I strive to cope and to NOT impose on others any more than I absolutely must!

#18 It’s not good for your kids to always hear you whining.

They are learning compassion.

#19 When are you going to get rid of that cane?

When I “graduate” to a walker or a wheelchair!

#20 I’m so glad to see you out and about feeling all better.

Out-and-about, yes. But don’t assume I’m feeling “better!” Some things require going out – groceries have to be purchased every 7 – 10 days. there are doctor visits and vet visits and going to attorney offices for case conferences. I must “push” myself to do these, and frequently suffer for days afterward. Pain, stiffness, and overwhelming fatigue are going to take over my life for hours or days afterward. But I do go out, even when I do not feel better!

Thanks, Kellia!

15 September 09

30 Things You May Not Know About My Illness: Fibromyalgia

Filed under: Invisible Illness Week — by turtlemom3 @ 6:53 pm

In honor of Invisible Illness Awareness Week, here’s my contribution to the “30 things” meme. Want to write your own? Copy and paste, then change my responses to yours!

2009 Invisible Illness Week

2009 Invisible Illness Week

1. The illness I live with is: fibromyalgia (I’ll mainly focus on this one since I have a few others).

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: 1994.

3. But I have had problems attributable to it since: I was about 9.

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: managing my fatigue level.

5. Most people assume: I am fine because I don’t look as sick as I am.

6. The hardest part about mornings are: stiffness and pain (not only from the fibromyalgia, but from the Rheumatoid Arthritis that I also have), trying to wake up from the drugs I have to take to sleep, and getting the coffee made when I can’t pick up the milk.

7. My favorite medical TV show is: none – nothing is “real” enough.

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: my Dycem – a kind of “sticky” plastic sheeting that can be cut into pieces and used for all kinds of things – like holding jars, opening jars, turning door knobs, etc.

9. The hardest parts about nights are: going to bed so doggone early (8:30-9:00pm) (I need so much sleep it really eats into things I’d like / need to do); getting all my nightly preparations done – teeth brushed, bathroom, put on nightgown, put Ol’ Curmudgeon’s eye drops in his eyes (he just can’t do that), sleep mask on (I use a Hibermate from Australia – has “ear pillows” to help block out some sounds that might keep me awake, and is the most comfortable and effective sleep mask I’ve tried – and I’ve tried a bunch), and rearrange my “pillow piles” (I need to sleep with my feet and legs elevated, and my heat and chest slightly elevated).

10. Each day I take: 31 pills (RX plus vitamins), plus I have a rescue inhaler which I use at the heights of the Spring and Autumn allergy seasons) and a Flonase nasal spray.

11. Regarding alternative treatments: I haven’t found them helpful at all, except for chiropractic, and that will only work under certain circumstances.

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: visible – so people would not have so many unfulfillable expectations of me and I wouldn’t have to do quite so much explaining.

13. Regarding working and career: I managed to complete my PhD and start a “new” career in medical software, but within 2 1/2 years had to quit working outside the house. I am very fortunate that my disability occurred after computers, internet and UPS / FedX were all available and I could coordinate things. I changed careers and became a Legal Nurse Consultant. I keep my research skills honed with medical and legal research on the internet for my attorney clients.

14. People would be surprised to know: that I’m in pain nearly every moment of every single day. Although I try not to make a big deal out of it, unless I’m in severe pain or need accommodations to lessen my pain, I don’t always manage it. I have great difficulty managing the fatigue aspects of my fibro, too, often thinking I will be able to do more than I actually can.

15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: the physical limitations. I used to be a hiker and caver, and loved to go out dancing and for walks and bicycling – and I just can’t do those things at all any more. Rats! In addition, and even more importantly, I am unable to attend Church because of the pain and the fatigue and the stiffness.

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness: stay at home so much and be content to do so!.

17. The commercials about my illness: are good to see, but they raise unrealistic expectations – “take a pill and all will be wonderful.” Doesn’t work that way. And a treatment / medication combination that was working well for several months or even years will suddenly stop working. Then my good rheumatologist and internist and I have to search for another treatment / medication combination that will work for a while longer. Also, not all people with fibro can take the medications.

18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: attending Church and waltzing and doing the swing with my wonderful Ol’ Curmudgeon! Also, doing things with my 12 grandchildren.

19. It was really hard to have to give up: attending Church and going to work.

20. A new hobby I took up after my diagnosis was: woodturning, but now I can’t do that because of the pain and lack of coordination in my hands.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: clean house and cook a really good dinner for my husband.

22. My illness has taught me: that I’m not as independent as I would like to be.

23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is: “But you don’t look sick / disabled!” This is so frustrating! If I say I am, then I am – don’t rub it in. Don’t set so many unrealistic expectations just because I don’t look the way you think I should.

24. But I love it when people: say “Wow, you seem to be doing pretty well in spite of it – you must work hard to do that. good for you!”

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: “The body is a slave, the soul a sovereign, and therefore it is due to Divine mercy when the body is worn out by illness: for thereby the passions are weakened, and a man comes to himself; indeed, bodily illness itself is sometimes caused by the passions.”~*~ St. Seraphim of Sarov, Spiritual Instructions

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: to find others who’ve been through it so you have a support system that understands you on a deep level from the start, and add to that a network of friends, family, whoever to be your support team. and have patience – it will get easier.

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: how much I can still do if my attitude is right. And conversely, how little I can do if my attitude is not right.

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: (I can only pick one? I have to list a few): take me places when I’m too wiped out or my hands hurt too much to drive. Go to the grocery with me and help load and unload the cart and then stow the groceries in the car. And push me in my wheelchair when I cannot walk. I have to mention my Ol’ Curmudgeon who taught himself to bake bread and to cook all kinds of great dishes (Julia Child, Alton Brown, Emeril, etc) now that I’m unable to cook very often (other than to open and heat a can of soup). And I have to give a big load of thanks to Emmy, my black Lab service dog. Because of her, I’m able to do so much more than I could before she came prancing into my life!

Getting my cane

Getting my cane

Getting my cellphone

Getting my cellphone

Bringing me my keys

Bringing me my keys

What can I do for you now, Mom?

What can I do for you now, Mom?

29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because: I KNOW the impact it has – and I know many people can do well in spite of illness if they get good information and advice, which Invisible Illness Week is all about!

30. The fact that you have read this list makes me feel: honored, humbled, thankful, lucky, thrilled. Thank you for taking the time!

11 September 09

Momma’s Humor

Filed under: Childhood, Momma, Morningside Drive — by turtlemom3 @ 8:01 pm

Back in the early 40’s – mid 60’s, Momma worked for Retail Credit Company (now Equifax). It was among the stuffiest of the stuffy businesses – a national company, well known, well run. Now Momma had at least as wacky a sense of humor, if not wackier, than I have. This is a true story.

One day, back in the 50’s, she went to lunch with her office cohorts. And they got a little giddy telling stories and jokes to each other. On the way to the elevator, Momma started skipping – wearing a very full skirt and ankle-strap platform spike heels, and doing her toneless little tune (“doin-te-de-doin-te-de-doin…”). At the elevator, she whirled around, spreading her full skirt almost up to her waist – only to discover her “friends” had disappeared, and she was face-to-face with – the president and two vice-prexys of RCC! She just grinned and said, “Well, at least my morale is high!” They laughed, and Momma rode up the elevator with the stuffed shirts – chatting and laughing together. Her friends reappeared 3 elevators later and were amazed to find her at her desk just as calm as could be! I HOPE I have inherited her sense of humor!!

10 September 09

Meme for Thursday

Filed under: 1 — by turtlemom3 @ 6:48 pm

Today I’m posting a recipe from my childhood. I started cooking children’s recipes when I was about 7 years old and could reliably follow simple directions well. When you read this, post a recipe from your childhood on your blog. Then post as link to it in the comments of this blog post.

Candle Salad
1 serving

leaf of lettuce
1 pineapple ring
1/2 of a straight banana, peeled and de-stringed
marischino cherry
Mayonnaise to taste

Put the lettuce leaf on a salad plate. Put the pineapple ring on the lettuce leaf in the center of the plate. Take the banana and stand it up on the pineapple ring. Press it down a little so the pineapple ring will support it. Trim the tip off the banana, and press a maraschino cherry on the top of the banana. Dribble mayonnaise down the sides of the banana so it looks like dripping candle wax.

You can serve as a salad or as a dessert!

21 August 09

[Archive] 8/14/04

Filed under: Archive, Church — by turtlemom3 @ 10:39 am

Saturday, August 14, 2004
Saturday 2 / 14 August 2004

Procession of the Precious Wood of the Life-giving Cross of the Lord. The Holy Seven Maccabees, their Mother Solomonia and Eleazar the Priest. The Nine Holy Martyrs: Leontius, Attus, Alexander, Cindeus, Mnesitheus, Cyriacus, Menaeus, Catunus and Eucieus.

Today is a “bleah” day. We have so many bills from the Ol’ Curmudgeon’s heart attack. Today was the day we sat down and worked on them. Bleah!

+ + + + +

The Orthodox Electronic Publishing Society
http://www.orthodoxepubsoc.org/palm.htm
has many resources for Palm OS’s, including various prayers and services, Saint Commemorations and Fasting Typikon (in date book format), and the NT KJB in Ebok format (needs Palm Reader). They also have a Slavonic Tutor, Slavonic fonts, and some audio files. This is a marvelous website, and I highly recommend it!


Posted by Elizabeth at 8/14/2004 04:59:00 PM
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NOTE: The Palm OS resources are not available any longer. However, the website still exists and offers the Slavonic Tutor for free!

Simplicity for 8/21/08

Filed under: Daybook, Memes — by turtlemom3 @ 10:37 am
Simple Womans Daybook

Simple Woman's Daybook

Editor-in-Chief: Turtlemom in the great SE of the USA

The clock says: 8:25am

The weather outside is: getting ready to be rainy

Little scraps from my desk: a case, a grocery list, 3 pictures

Blessings list: My Ol’ Curmudgeon! The Three Musketeers (my kids)! The Softball Team (grandchildren) +1

I am wearing: green fuzzy robe, teal crocs and pink nightgown

What’s in the reading basket: The Sister Pelegia series by Boris Akunin

Worthy to watch: My Fair Lady with Rex Harrison and Audry Hepburn!

About town: Went to Publix yesterday – bought some soap we didn’t need. Ol’ Curmudgeon accused me of being a child of the Depression Era! Well, I’m not. I’m the child of a child of the Depression Era!

Music to my ears: Slavonic Liturgy

Steps towards simplicity: Dumping out most of the toys from the grandchildren’s corners – they have outgrown them!

My idea corner: found an old-fashioned strawberry shortcake recipe – Ol’ Curmudgeon sezs he’ll make it!!

Kitchen journal: Ol’ Curmudgeon, thank goodness, does most of the cooking!

A home comfort: My recliner!

Nature notes: backyard is sorta groomed

Prayer tablet: For those with cancer and other disabling diseases

On my mind: preparation of my spirit for death

Pondering these words: There is both a physical and a spiritual fast. In the physical fast the body abstains from food and drink. In the spiritual fast, the faster abstains from evil intentions, words and deeds. One who truly fasts abstains from anger, rage, malice, and vengeance. One who truly fasts abstains from idle and foul talk, empty rhetoric, slander, condemnation, flattery, lying and all manner of spiteful talk. In a word, a real faster is one who withdraws from all evil.
As much as you subtract from the body, so much will you add to the strength of the soul.
~*~ Holy Hierarch Basil the Great

My praise paper: Akathist of Thanksgiving

Bible notes:

2 Corinthians 4:13-18
13And since we have the same spirit of faith, according to what is written, “I believed and therefore I spoke,” we also believe and therefore speak,
14knowing that He who raised up the Lord Jesus will also raise us up with Jesus, and will present us with you.
15 For all things are for your sakes, that grace, having spread through the many, may cause thanksgiving to abound to the glory of God.
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.
17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,
18 while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

In my creative nook: Making a bed for Emmy (my wonderful service dog)

Book report: Finishing Patricia Cornwell’s Trace; getting ready to start Predator; I re-read this series from time to time

Calendar additions: Grandsons’ birthdays

Taking out an ad:
Morningside Drive
(wherein I post Ladys Daybook pages and archived pages from my past):
http://morningsidedrive.wordpress.com
Turtlerock
(wherein I post mainly the daily integration of the Church Calendar into my life):
http://turtlemom3.wordpress.com
The Painted Turtle
(wherein, like a painted turtle, I post a montage of this and that):
http://turtlemom.wordpress.com
Living With the Woof
(wherein I detail my life with my mobility service dog, Emmy):
http://livingwiththewoof.wordpress.com
The Funnies Etc
(wherein I post those silly or inspirational or humorous e-mail posts received from various friends)
http://thefunniesetc.wordpress.com

Parting words to the Society: Whosoever rejects the fasts, deprives himself and others of weapons against his own much-suffering flesh and against the devil, who have power over us especially as the result of our intemperance.
~*~ Holy Righteous John of Kronstadt

30 May 09

[Archive] 8/18/04

Filed under: AADD - Adult ADD, Archive — by turtlemom3 @ 1:39 pm

Wednesday, August 18, 2004
5 / 18 August 2004

Marbles in My Pocket

I was asked by an acquaintance what Adult ADD was like. This was my response.

I’ve been ADD all my life. But I didn’t “know” it until I was in my 50’s! I thought it was some kind of character defect, and I struggled against it for decades.

But I’m now kind of resigned to it – or, more likely, accustomed to it. I admit function best in a *slightly* cluttered environment. If something isn’t “in my face” I forget it’s around or needs to be done. That’s why I have to keep a calendar on the computer and have it pop-up the minute I turn on my computer every morning. that way I know exactly what I need to do. If I put away my current projects, I may not get back to them until they are past due because I won’t think of them. So my desk will always be messy.

I’m the original “pack rat” – I see “something shiny” in the living room, pick it up and trek toward the kitchen to put it away. On the way, I notice “something shiny” in the dining area, put down the first object and pick up the second object and trek toward the bedroom to put it away. I stop by my office to check e-mail, and put the object down. After checking e-mail and playing a couple of computer games, I get up and go out to the kitchen to make lunch. There I see “something shiny,” pick it up and take it with me toward the workshop. On the way, I walk through the family room, and notice one of the GKs left a game out. I put down the current object, start putting away the game, notice the rug needs to be vacuumed, get out the vacuum, notice the floor in the hall needs sweeping, put down the vacuum and go to get the broom. On the way to the broom I notice the game in the family room and get it picked up – but it doesn’t fit on the shelf, so I “jam” it in one way or another, and head to the laundry room – I don’t know why, I just go there. I turn around a few times wondering why I went there, and start back through the family room. Notice the vacuum is out, and hook it up, turn it on and start vacuuming. Notice that there are a few marbles and a chess piece on the floor, and turn off the vacuum to pick them up. Can’t find the box and board for the chess set, so I drop the chess piece in “a” drawer (I’ll probably never find it again when it’s needed – only when I happen to open the drawer and notice it). Put the marbles in my pocket. It is now noon, we usually eat lunch at 11:15 or 11:30, and the poor ol’ curmudgeon plaintively asks me about it. I fix lunch and we eat about 12:30 – not bad, only an hour late – and look around. The living room is not straightened, the family room is a mess, the kitchen is a mess, my office has something in it that belongs in the bedroom, and I’ve accomplished nada beyond vacuuming a 20 square inch area of the family room and preparing lunch. I have marbles in my pocket and I don’t know why! This is my ADD. Someone else may have a different experience.

My dear ol’ curmudgeon is very good about reminding me to do things. He gave up ever expecting a “neat-nik” kind of house. The kids think I’m a “space biscuit” (light and flakey). Long ago they told me, “Mom, we’ll never know if you develop Alzheimers – you’ve been spacey all your life!” This is true! I have very little short-term memory and have *never,* not even as a child, been able to remember names (nouns) or descriptors (adjectives, adverbs). Found out, after several botched “memory courses” that this is probably genetic and has to do with whenter you have access to a particular area of your brain – apparently mine has been in hiding all my life!

I am an “organizational hobbiest.” As my dear ol’ curmudgeon will say, “It’s another vain attempt at organization by the Space Biscuit!” The DKs just giggle and nod. They all know. And it *is* amusing. Thank goodness both the ol’ curmudgeon, the DKs and the DGKs all have a sense of humor about it! They don’t get mad (usually). Just a little exasperated and impatient from time to time, but they quickly get over it, and whatever set them off becomes the latest in a string of “my flake, the Mom” (or “my flake, the Wife”) stories to use to regale friends and relatives.

So we ADD’rs have to make decisions and try to stick to them! We stumble and get side-tracked, but over time, we try to get to where we can handle things better and better. I don’t ever expect to be perfect! It doesn’t happen to anyone! But I can be a success at nearly anything I put my mind and determination to. I’ve managed to (in order):

get a BSN (nursing)
marry
have 2 kids
get a masters
have a third kid
move three times
go through a divorce
go through bankruptcy
marry again
*Convert to Eastern Orthodoxy* – best decision I **ever** made!
move several more times
teach in a university
marry off 2 kids
get a PhD
assistant direct choir
marry off the third kid
manage a complex computer-based Operating Room support system
start and run my own business
Enjoy the 10 grandchildren
enjoy my husband

I still struggle, at well past 60, to deal with my ADD, but I can look back and see that I compensated for it, and I know I will be able to continue compensating for it. It will always be with me, like someone with diabetes will always have that with them, but just as diabetes can be managed, so ADD can be managed. I just have to work a little harder at it than some other people do. But I’m really blessed by God. I have a husband who adores me – and I adore him right back – I have 3 wonderful children and 10 marvelous grandkids (my reward for not strangling the 3 kids when they were teens!). I’m respected in my career.

Well, That’s what Adult ADD is for me. I have marbles in my pocket and I don’t know why!
[Originally] Posted by Elizabeth at 8/18/2004 08:35:00 PM
2 comments:

Anonymous said…

Those marbles in your pocket are mine! And I want them back! LOL!!!

Andreas :D
10/30/2007 11:50 PM
Elizabeth said…

LOL! I’ll mail them back to you – or even better, “come an’ git ‘em!”

Elizabeth
10/31/2007 5:38 AM

16 May 09

Two Remarkable Women

Filed under: Marriage, Mother(s), Mother(s)-in-Law — by turtlemom3 @ 7:41 am

I am continually puzzled at the seeming war between so many mothers and the women their sons marry – or women and the mothers of their husbands. What is this? Why is it?

I suppose the reason I am puzzled, is that I was blessed – utterly blessed – by the two remarkable women who were my mothers-in-law. J-2’s mother, C, was the oldest girl in a family of 9 siblings. We called them the “Fab 9.” Eight of the “Fab 9″ received Master’s, PhD’s or MD degrees. Their parents struggled as all parents do – juggling work, housework, child care, the varioius chiodhood illnesses (that we seldom see anymore). To prevent the spread of potential infectious agents, The mother of that family insisted each child use only his or her own towels and washclothes, which were washed regularly twice a week. I couldn’t do that with only 3 kids! Meals were times to discuss politics, science, law, literature. A certain amount of time was to be devoted to reading.

C and her husband J-1 raised J-2 and his siblings similarly. When J-2 contracted polio, he was treated and given physical therapy ala Sister Kinney’s therapeutic model. Both C and J-1 worked with J-2 to help him learn to walk again. They used hot packs, they used massage, and they used splints as necessary to help him walk again.

J-2 became a hiker and camper with the rest of the family. He was an Eagle Scout, spurred on by his father, who was well-known in Scouting circles. C stayed home with the children until they were in school, at which time she returned to college to obtain a Master’s Degree in Librarianship. She began working at a local community college library and ended up revamping their entire cataloging system. She was respected in her workplace.

When J-2 and I married, she was never snippy or snappy, never took sides. She shared recipes that J-2 liked, and made some really good suggestions about other things. We had a cordial relationship – one which I treasured.

After J-2 left me and the 3 children, I was devastated – not only because I was losing him, but because I was losing his family and extended family. I loved having aunts, uncles and cousins – even if only by marriage. When J-2 married shortly after our divorce was final, C came to the wedding. But she stayed with me! She went out to dinner with me, the Ol’ Curmudgeon and his mother as well as visiting with my mother in the nursing home. She was a gracious lady, who never lost contact with her grandchildren. She and J-1 brought them to visit one by one – in order to spend more time with each of them, and to get to know them individually. But, beyond that, this remarkable woman continued to keep in touch with me, personally, and enjoyed conversing with the Ol’ Curmudgeon.

About 20 years later, a choir conference took the Ol’ Curmudgeon out to the west coast near where she and her wonderful husband lived. We called them as soon as we knew we would be going, and asked if they had time for us to drive over to visit with them for a little while. They actually invited both of us to stay with them for 3 days. We had a wonderful visit with them. I’m so glad we went, because they both died only a couple of years later.

The Ol’ Curmudgeon’s mother is the second remarkable woman. Although she thought at the time it was a mistake for him to marry me, she never said anything to me about it. We went shopping, we visited, we had lunch together. Nary a word. Just good conversation and enjoyment of each other. I made sure to ask her for all the recipes the Ol’ Curmudgeon had enjoyed as a child so I could fix them for him. She gracioiusly shared them with me.

P had been a “spinster school teacher” at a University in the Atlanta area for years, when she met her husband. He was a post-WW II student on the GI Bill. He worked days and went to school nights – totally exhausted. One evening in her English class, he was sprawled across his desk in total exhaustion, when she said, “Mr. R, how would you like it if I sprawled across my desk in such an unseemly manner?” “Miss H,” he replied, “I’d purely love it!” They had a whirlwind courtship and married. Now, professors did NOT marry their students – it was called “moral turpitude,” and just WASN’T DONE. Even at the college level. So he used to spend a lot of time hiding in the bathroom when her friends came over – so no one would know! He once remarked he would write a book entitled, “My Life on the Toilet – Or My First Six Months of Marriage!” When she became pregnant, they moved post haste to another state, many states over, and didn’t move back until the Ol’ Curmudgeon and later his sister were born. By that time, any scandal pertaining to their actions had died down, and she returned to the same college (now a University), picking up where she left off. She taught there for over 40 years, and was beloved by both students and faculty, and, incidentally, administration. She believed in education, but believed it had to come from within the individual rather than be imposed externally.

On the weekends the children were visiting with their father, we used to go over to her house and have breakfast on Saturdays. We attended the same Church and went together. After we converted to Orthodoxy, she attended a few times, but never caught on fire. She admitted she thought it was the true Church, but just couldn’t “deal” with the services. It was a sadness for the Ol’ Curmudgeon, but he gave her her own decisions just as she gave him his. No recriminations.

After the Ol’ Curmudgeon and I had been married about 5 years, she admitted that she hadn’t thought it was the right thing to do, and that she was glad she was wrong. She believed at that point that we were very good for each other. She “adopted” my children as her own grandchildren and made no distinctions between them and her bio-grandchild. She loved them, and she made no bones about it, she loved me and was proud of me.

When I was teaching in SC, the Ol’ Curmudgeon couldn’t find a job up there, so he moved in with her during the week, and came home on weekends. Not a way to run a marriage, but it worked for us because we were determined to not allow the separations affect us. I look back on it now, and I’m so glad he had this time to spend with his mother – she died about 18 months after he started living there. He speaks fondly and wistfully of the evening conversations they had.

She died long before I was ready to let her go – but isn’t that nearly always the way? I miss her to this day. Just as I miss C and J-1.

Memory Eternal!

8 May 09

[Archive #15]

Filed under: 1 — by turtlemom3 @ 9:14 am

Wednesday, August 18, 2004
5 / 18 August 2004

Marbles in My Pocket

I was asked by an acquaintance what Adult ADD was like. This was my response.

I’ve been ADD all my life. But I didn’t “know” it until I was in my 50’s! I thought it was some kind of character defect, and I struggled against it for decades.

But I’m now kind of resigned to it – or, more likely, accustomed to it. I admit function best in a *slightly* cluttered environment. If something isn’t “in my face” I forget it’s around or needs to be done. That’s why I have to keep a calendar on the computer and have it pop-up the minute I turn on my computer every morning. that way I know exactly what I need to do. If I put away my current projects, I may not get back to them until they are past due because I won’t think of them. So my desk will always be messy.

I’m the original “pack rat” – I see “something shiny” in the living room, pick it up and trek toward the kitchen to put it away. On the way, I notice “something shiny” in the dining area, put down the first object and pick up the second object and trek toward the bedroom to put it away. I stop by my office to check e-mail, and put the object down. After checking e-mail and playing a couple of computer games, I get up and go out to the kitchen to make lunch. There I see “something shiny,” pick it up and take it with me toward the workshop. On the way, I walk through the family room, and notice one of the GKs left a game out. I put down the current object, start putting away the game, notice the rug needs to be vacuumed, get out the vacuum, notice the floor in the hall needs sweeping, put down the vacuum and go to get the broom. On the way to the broom I notice the game in the family room and get it picked up – but it doesn’t fit on the shelf, so I “jam” it in one way or another, and head to the laundry room – I don’t know why, I just go there. I turn around a few times wondering why I went there, and start back through the family room. Notice the vacuum is out, and hook it up, turn it on and start vacuuming. Notice that there are a few marbles and a chess piece on the floor, and turn off the vacuum to pick them up. Can’t find the box and board for the chess set, so I drop the chess piece in “a” drawer (I’ll probably never find it again when it’s needed – only when I happen to open the drawer and notice it). Put the marbles in my pocket. It is now noon, we usually eat lunch at 11:15 or 11:30, and the poor ol’ curmudgeon plaintively asks me about it. I fix lunch and we eat about 12:30 – not bad, only an hour late – and look around. The living room is not straightened, the family room is a mess, the kitchen is a mess, my office has something in it that belongs in the bedroom, and I’ve accomplished nada beyond vacuuming a 20 square inch area of the family room and preparing lunch. I have marbles in my pocket and I don’t know why! This is my ADD. Someone else may have a different experience.

My dear ol’ curmudgeon is very good about reminding me to do things. He gave up ever expecting a “neat-nik” kind of house. The kids think I’m a “space biscuit” (light and flakey). Long ago they told me, “Mom, we’ll never know if you develop Alzheimers – you’ve been spacey all your life!” This is true! I have very little short-term memory and have *never,* not even as a child, been able to remember names (nouns) or descriptors (adjectives, adverbs). Found out, after several botched “memory courses” that this is probably genetic and has to do with whenter you have access to a particular area of your brain – apparently mine has been in hiding all my life!

I am an “organizational hobbiest.” As my dear ol’ curmudgeon will say, “It’s another vain attempt at organization by the Space Biscuit!” The DKs just giggle and nod. They all know. And it *is* amusing. Thank goodness both the ol’ curmudgeon, the DKs and the DGKs all have a sense of humor about it! They don’t get mad (usually). Just a little exasperated and impatient from time to time, but they quickly get over it, and whatever set them off becomes the latest in a string of “my flake, the Mom” (or “my flake, the Wife”) stories to use to regale friends and relatives.

So we ADD’rs have to make decisions and try to stick to them! We stumble and get side-tracked, but over time, we try to get to where we can handle things better and better. I don’t ever expect to be perfect! It doesn’t happen to anyone! But I can be a success at nearly anything I put my mind and determination to.

I’ve managed to (in order):

Get a BSN (nursing)
Marry
Work as a maternity nurse
Have 2 kids
Get a masters while working part-time as a NICU nurse
Have a third kid
Work as a Nurse-Midwife
Be a State Nursing Consultant
Move three times
Go through a divorce
Go through bankruptcy
Marry again
*Convert to Eastern Orthodoxy* – best decision I **ever** made!
Move several more times
Teach in a university
Marry off 2 kids
Get a PhD
Assistant direct choir
Marry off the third kid
Manage a complex computer-based Operating Room support system
Start and run my own business
Enjoy the 10 grandchildren [NB - now 11 + 1 foster]
Enjoy my husband

I still struggle, at well past 60, to deal with my ADD, but I can look back and see that I compensated for it, and I know I will be able to continue compensating for it. It will always be with me, like someone with diabetes will always have that with them, but just as diabetes can be managed, so ADD can be managed. I just have to work a little harder at it than some other people do. But I’m really blessed by God. I have a husband who adores me – and I adore him right back – I have 3 wonderful children and 10 marvelous grandkids (my reward for not strangling the 3 kids when they were teens!). I’m respected in my career.

Well, That’s what Adult ADD is for me. I have marbles in my pocket and I don’t know why!

Posted by Elizabeth at 8/18/2004 08:35:00 PM
2 comments:

Anonymous said…

Those marbles in your pocket are mine! And I want them back! LOL!!!

Andreas :D

10/30/2007 11:50 PM
Elizabeth said…

LOL! I’ll mail them back to you – or even better, “come an’ git ‘em!”

Elizabeth
10/31/2007 5:38 AM

27 April 09

Manic Monday Meme

Filed under: Memes — by turtlemom3 @ 10:23 am

What’s the best summer job you ever had?

I never really had a summer job, but I had many part-time jobs. While I was in Nursing School, I worked part time in the hospital. This job continued through the summers. This was very exciting and very educational. Didn’t pay much, but it was a great job.

Tell me about the worst date you ever went on.

On on which my date tried to abuse me. I got out of his car and walked home.

Do you think the age for a driver’s license should be raised (currently 16 here in the U.S.)?

I think every teen should go through drivers training classes and get a LOT of experience driving with a good driver in the car there to correct and to praise. At the point at which the student driver has experience enough, and has demonstrated good judgment in a large number of different driving situations, then a drivers license can be issued – regardless of age: 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. Some will be ready sooner, some later, some never.

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