How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again
Being without Kegel, my car for those of you not in the know, is not the worst thing in the world. I've caught rides with friends,had friends loan me their cars, hiked to the bus stop, ridden the bus and been chauffeured by my son. For this being the first car accident that I personally caused, things could have been so much worse. I am grateful for all of my wonderful friends and especially for the fact that I walked away with nothing more than a sore neck and the promise of more visits to my chiropractor.
Being without Kegel while trying to stay on top of campaign responsibilities for the Judge has been a bit tougher. Being the volunteer coordinator for a re-election campaign means that you are at every event, which is a challenge even with a car and not being caregiver to my father. Luckily, I have the most awesome friends who just give me their cars when they are not in use. I love you gals!
Speaking of responsibilities, mine are currently being revised. I will get Kegel back from the body shop next week and a couple of days after that, Dad will move into Summerville at Lakeview (an Emeritus Senior Living property). It's been in the planning stages in my head for over a year, on paper for the last few months, and a reality as of this past weekend. The nurse is at my house as I type this, conducting Dad's intake assessment. The staff at Emeritus have erased every obstacle and made this move, at least in the planning stages, virtually seamless. We shall see how the actual move takes shape next week.
At karaoke on Monday night a man was channelling a strange mix of Joe Cocker sings Cat Stevens, which prompted me to sing Father & Son, my favorite Cat Stevens song. Very apropos with Dad on my mind so much lately. I know that this is the right step to be taking for my family, I'm just a basket of exposed wires emotionally. Last night I was in bed shortly after 8pm. A combination of my chiro visit (the masseusse gave me the deepest rub since my friend Matt's girlfriend Nancy, back in the day in Kansas City) and my fluctuating emotions. The one thing my parents were very successful in instilling in me was guilt and it has been a struggle not letting it get the better of me lately.
This move will improve my Dad's quality of life from its social aspect alone. After next week I'm not sure I'll know what to do with myself without a set schedule. The one thing I do know is that my time will once again be mine to do with what I will. That will probably involve sleeping in for the first time in years on a weekend.
Happy Independence Weekend folks! Mine will be spent at the New Albany, Westerville, Worthington Hills, Hilliard and Bexley parades!
Being without Kegel while trying to stay on top of campaign responsibilities for the Judge has been a bit tougher. Being the volunteer coordinator for a re-election campaign means that you are at every event, which is a challenge even with a car and not being caregiver to my father. Luckily, I have the most awesome friends who just give me their cars when they are not in use. I love you gals!
Speaking of responsibilities, mine are currently being revised. I will get Kegel back from the body shop next week and a couple of days after that, Dad will move into Summerville at Lakeview (an Emeritus Senior Living property). It's been in the planning stages in my head for over a year, on paper for the last few months, and a reality as of this past weekend. The nurse is at my house as I type this, conducting Dad's intake assessment. The staff at Emeritus have erased every obstacle and made this move, at least in the planning stages, virtually seamless. We shall see how the actual move takes shape next week.
At karaoke on Monday night a man was channelling a strange mix of Joe Cocker sings Cat Stevens, which prompted me to sing Father & Son, my favorite Cat Stevens song. Very apropos with Dad on my mind so much lately. I know that this is the right step to be taking for my family, I'm just a basket of exposed wires emotionally. Last night I was in bed shortly after 8pm. A combination of my chiro visit (the masseusse gave me the deepest rub since my friend Matt's girlfriend Nancy, back in the day in Kansas City) and my fluctuating emotions. The one thing my parents were very successful in instilling in me was guilt and it has been a struggle not letting it get the better of me lately.
This move will improve my Dad's quality of life from its social aspect alone. After next week I'm not sure I'll know what to do with myself without a set schedule. The one thing I do know is that my time will once again be mine to do with what I will. That will probably involve sleeping in for the first time in years on a weekend.
Happy Independence Weekend folks! Mine will be spent at the New Albany, Westerville, Worthington Hills, Hilliard and Bexley parades!