As most readers of this blog know, my spouse retired after a 40-year career in January, 2013. Together, we got him through a very rough patch of severe infection in his immediate post-retirement.
But every day, he says, “please go to work.” He wants me to continue working, not only because I enjoy my job, but because he wants the house to himself all day.
So what does he do all day while I am gone? Wild parties? Visits by his many friends?
April 25, 1993, was a day that started out cool and clammy. I was going to do something that I had never done before, and I was nervous. What would I wear? Who would I meet? Would I have problems with encounters with other people who may not understand… who may want to confront me with violence?
As I pulled on a pair of tall boots over black denim jeans, a t-shirt and warmer shirt over it, then my “MC club” colors, I hopped on my Kawasaki Vulcan 750 motorcycle and rode into Washington DC and…
This year’s sustained early warm weather has been quite unusual. The leather has remained in the closet, while my spouse has been feeling just a bit better.
We have a hill behind our house on which the spouse (with help of some neighbors) have planted between 500 to 1,000 daffodil bulbs every year that we have lived here (except between 2012 and 2014 when he was so extremely ill, the neighbors and I did it for him.) Daffodils are not eaten by deer that roam frequently and destroy everything in their path.
We now have over 20,000 daffodils on that hill. This year, the “early crop” of daffodils have already bloomed, and my spouse…
My spouse surprises me sometimes. He has not been feeling well, but with the recent duration of unusually pleasant weather, the spouse was feeling a bit more limber. He gave me a gift and instructed “put it on and meet me out back!”
Today, February 14, is one of the most contrived holidays to boost retail sales, especially of jewelry, flowers, candy, and cards. I know this sounds a bit cynical for an old sentimental softie like me. However, I continue to eschew the trappings of corporate greed that leverages a made-up “holiday” to fill the coffers of businesses that are all about profits and little else.
So my usual practice for this February 14 goes back to what I did in grade school, which is…
Welcome to 2017, fellow blog readers. Instead of wishing the usual expression, “happy new year,” my spouse and I wished each other “healthy new year.” That is my endeavor for him this year. (I was looking for a graphic to illustrate this, but only found graphics of health foods — not what I was looking for, so I posted a photo of a “healthy and happy us” that we envision for ourselves in 2017.)
While this blog was on its end-of-the-year break, my Spouse and I had a very interesting visit with a D.O. (Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine). We had to wait ten weeks to see this highly-trained doctor, but it was well worth the wait. The doctor reviewed results from various tests, x-rays, and studies that my Spouse endured at seven testing centers in November and December.
And the answer is…
I am returning to blogging after taking a long break for Christmas. I had nothing to write about, and we muddled through the holiday with the mother-in-law in her dark, depressing house in the run-down borough adjacent to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
What we just endured for Christmas culminated how I felt about the year 2016 — a year I would rather forget. But I worry that 2017 will be far worse. (However, remaining consistent with my self-promise, I will not post anything about politics on this blog any more.)
So for 2016, this was my life in boots, leather, and life….
The relapse of the infection that my spouse has been fighting this week has produced highly variable symptoms, including vertigo, nausea, brain fog, and aphasia (unable to express words, though he knows them.)
Because of the room-spinning dizziness, he could not keep solid foods on his tummy. The brain fog — a cloud of non-comprehension — caused him to not be “in the present.” He could function physically, but not mentally. The combination of these symptoms is frightening.
I posted yesterday that my spouse was missing. Last night, however…
Has anyone seen my spouse? He is the good-looking hunk who hangs around our house. He is the one who tends to our gardens, does all our laundry, and cuts coupons to match them with sales that we frequently save 40% or more on our weekly groceries.
He is the one who puts up with a lot of crazy things I do, from entertaining hundreds of seniors on Thanksgiving each year to spending a lot of time caring for others, remodeling homes, and being a wonky community activist.
My spouse is the guy who…
I am very unhappy. My beloved spouse who had dealt with a horrible long-term illness that put him through three YEARS of hell has had a relapse. (I wrote about our ordeal in many posts on this blog, tagged here.)
My spouse has been in remission from symptoms for 21 months, but for about the last week…