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How it all Started….

I was just sitting here thinking about how I actually started blogging about a month ago.  I had tossed the idea around in my head for a while.  But to be truthful, I’m not a tech person and I really did not know what all having a blog entailed.  I asked a child-hood friend who had a blog that I read whenever he posted on it, and it seemed easy enough.  He gave me the address of wordpress.com and told me to go to town.  (Uhm…Thanks Ewic)  (His real name is Eric but that’s another story).

It’s not so much that I am a writer but that I am going through a lot of stuff right now that if I don’t have an outlet for it I’m gonna blow-up.  So,  I decided blogging was the way to go and here I am.  Plus, I thought there might just be some other people like me and ya know what?  I’ve found a few of them.

I have a Mother (okay, she maybe a Step-Mother, who has been with me for uhm…31 years) (I won’t tell you how old I am but 49 3/4 comes to mind) (The Electrician has advised me that it is  63.3% of my life) I digress again…..What I’m trying to say is this is my Momma, she may not have given birth to me and my earlier year memories do not have her in it but this Woman took my Dad AND me till Death do us part.   I Love this Lady!

What I have watched happened over the years, has been heartbreaking and frustrating.  Parkinson’s Disease hit the front paper with Michael J. Fox, but what every person does not know, is that is a terrible, mind, bodily function and just all round suck-ass disease.

I have watched a Lady who was self-sufficient, Independent, free will thinker become a person whom is dependent on other people for her care, her mind is lost (at times) and sometimes has a hard time just making a sentence, much less do anything for herself.

I get upset and I go off, partly because I am frustrated and partly because I hurt.  I hurt for her, I hurt for me and I hurt for my Dad, who has watched this go on and has dealt with it by himself until I gave up my job to help him and her. (BIG Thanks go out to the Electrician who fully supports this adventure, thru work and also for scrapping me off the floor sometimes),

My thought is this,  I would not want to be in a Nursing Home surrounded by strangers who are only there for a paycheck and some of them really don’t care.  I would want to be at home with my family who loves me and will take care of me no matter what.

So guess what?  My Mom is at home with me- n- the Farmer taking care of her, and for today…..she’s doing okay and so are we…huh Dad?