A year ago a went from living part time in Atlanta and part time with my parents to living full time with my parents. My social life took a hit because how do friends work? But that is for a later post. This post is one of those sad ones that hurts to type out.
I have failed. And, I have to be ok with failing. Part of my failure is that losing my job caused the household income to drop by more than half. But instead of using my extra time to help out more, I fell into a depression I’m still struggling with.
I can’t help but think that I could have done something to keep my mother out of the hospital this last time.
Here’s a hospital street cat before I get anymore depressing:
My mom and I recently spent a long time in the hospital. She also hates when I take picture of her because she lacks a thyroid and, thusly, doesn’t really have a metabolism.
So, I added some stickers on the photos and added some pictures of cats–both ours and some of the street cats around the hospital–because everyone loves cats.
Also, there is a colony of kittens around the hospital. But, that’s a different story.
The important part is that my mom actually spent much of her life caring for other people. As a YMCA director, as the campaign manager for our little cousin with terminal leukemia, and even yesterday as she demanded I go donate clothes to Goodwill.
You know that episode of Roseanne? The one before the show gets crazy? The one where Dan has a heart attack at Darlene’s wedding?
That’s what I always pictured when a matriarch or patriarch takes a fall from health. The family gathering around in the waiting room hoping for the best kind of result.
And, in a way, that’s how it was when my mother had a heart attack an hour after I got home from the last day of my junior year of high school. She had a minor heart attack followed by an induced one at the hospital. She was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Life went on. We moved to a house with a pool. Times seemed good. Continue reading Living in a hospital. And being a guilty caregiver.→
I have some explaining to do. I meant to kick this blog back into gear when I announced that new series of posts a while back.
Then, life started happening. My mother, who I help care for due to ongoing health issues, receivedl string of diagnosis which lead to even more tests and what has become an ongoing loop.
Because of this, I have had to step back from all side projects not related to my primary employment. That includes this site. This is a decision I know I will not regret when I look back. But, given that I announced a new series of posts, I owed some explanation.
I still plan on writing those along with a few others as time permits, but I’m not promising anything.
If you forgot to do those things, you might wake up feeling rough. It’s cool, though, because I have you covered on this end of the hangover too.
As soon as you can eat something, eat something.
Take your favorite pain reliever cocktail. I prefer Advil Cold and Sinus, because my main problem is that my allergies have decided to attack my now-dried up sinus cavities.
Remember those time release B vitamins? Take them again right now.
Drink a ton of water. Coconut water is nice, too.
Speaking of water, you smell terrible. I would suggest you take a shower.
Get your intestines situated by either eating some yogurt, drinking some kombucha, or taking some pro-biotic supplements.
Memories will start to come back of the previous night. You’ll want to take care of this by drinking a little bit more booze. My favorite hangover drink is the classic Bloody Mary. It really helps easing the withdrawal symptoms you’re forcing your body through since you forgot to take it slow last night.
By this point, you’ve probably been awake for 2-3 hours. Take a nap, you sort-of deserve it.
Hopefully, the food, probiotics, and time have helped. This will lead to the final phase of any hangover: Hangover Poop. It’s the worst smelling poop—but, it marks the end of your body’s fight to rid itself of all that poison you shoved in it.
If you still have a hangover, only time will heal it. Place a trashcan next to your bed, open your laptop to Netflix, and cancel all of your appointments.
A recent study at the University of British Colombia and published in the journal “Psychosomatic Medicine” has found that the effects of owning a dog “included several signs of reduced stress, including lowered blood pressure, slowed heart rate and more relaxed muscles. And those relaxing effects were attained much more rapidly than pills. Having a dog close by reduced stress in as little as five minutes, where prescription medications can take weeks before taking effect.” So, instead of reaching for that bottle of Zoloft, maybe you should be reaching for a warm puppy.