The Day-To-Day Life of BHD

Rare guest blog from BHD’s Spouse

This story was requested by one of this blog’s readers. When I was asked to write it, I thought “what can I say?” but then it just rolled off my Chromebook’s keypad.

taz5I am the spouse of this blog’s author. I have a name, a real one, but like my spouse, I just go by affectionate initials he calls me — BB. So, upon request, here is a glimpse of the day-to-day life of my spouse who his twin brother calls Taz (known for his spinning energy in old Bugs Bunny cartoons.)
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23 Years Ago In Our Past Life

rp_Early.jpgThis is a reminiscent post. Exactly 23 years ago today, my life began a fundamental change. It began on T Steet, Northwest, Washington, DC, and a future really began on the National Mall within steps of the Washington Monument.

What was this life-changing experience?
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Self-Time and Boots Discussion with the Doc

On Wednesday, I took my spouse to see the doctor. We have the same doc, so I also scheduled a checkup for myself. During the exam, the doctor asked a lot of questions because he was concerned about stress and how it is affecting my spouse — and me — by indicators of behavior and results from physical exams of both of us.

He began by asking me to step on a scale. He watched me remove my boots…
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Don’t Live Regrets: Make It Happen (Part 8)

I call this blog post my “caregiving thread.” I have learned over time that caregiving is internal to my very nature. I don’t know quite how or why, but I have a natural intuitive caregiving gift, so family and friends have observed and told me. This inner caregiving drive and intuition is also something that my twin brother knew about me before I did.

Since my college days, I have been doing one form or another of caregiving for: a) people who experienced tragedies by volunteering with a recognized voluntary organization; b) through active service with a local fire department and rescue squad; c) by helping a cadre of senior pals with home repairs and grocery shopping; and d) through direct caregiving for an uncle, an aunt, my spouse, and now my mother-in-law.

The art of caregiving is something I do… and that makes me, “me.”
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