Ticking away the moments
Each of you spends your time with me.
Some of you are actually some sort of relative, some are friends, and someone I've never met.
It is the ones that I've never met that truly amaze me.
I get the first two groups.
The friends and family. They follow out of a sense of duty almost. Staying up to date, on any progress there may be, without having to bother my dear wife Jonell.
It would be difficult for her to take all of the calls, and still manage all of the responsibilities that come with being my caretaker. I mostly report on my progress or setbacks.
I will also sometimes wax poetic about a book or movie.
Sometimes of a feeling or thought, or even about a past memory of my life. I am told though, that the majority of people who read this BLOG are interested in following my progress.
So that being the case, let me say that I hate winter, because it is so disruptive to my schedule. Snow makes it nearly impossible, for my nurse and aids to reach me, much less anyone else that may want to get to me.
When Jen or Josh, or one of the two Amanda's can't make their usual rounds, it makes me feel rejected.
But when Heaven cannot for some reason be here, I feel especially down.
Sad because many of the things she does for me, will not get done. I feel guilty, because Jonell and Lydia, feel they must try and make up for Heaven's absence, by doing far more than they should, often letting their other responsibilities suffer. I really hate that I am the cause of added stress for them.
The snow and ice are inevitable. I certainly don't want anyone to get hurt, just so that I can get my hair washed or have my blood pressure taken.
I really like these people, and it is truly so much more than that, it is about their company. If you had asked me before my stroke to give you a list of those people who would stay in touch with me on a regular basis, were something like this to happen to me. I would have gotten it so wrong.
It amazes me that with the ease of texting, people don't avail themselves of even that.
Even when I make contact first, and send a text.
There is no response.
Months later, I may hear from them, confirming I have the right number, but no reasoning as to why they haven't been in touch.
I don't expect to be anyone's priority, but it would be nice to be at least a thought in the mind, of somebody you have known for more than twenty years.
It means the world to me when I get a text asking how I am doing, or how I have been. I realize that there is little time to get the things we want to get done.
Perhaps it's time to reevaluate what we are asking of ourselves. Maybe we are focusing too much of our time, on the wrong things.
We spend a lot of resources, trying to figure out how to best utilize our time. A recent 2023 study, claims that the average American procrastinates at least 2 hours and 11 minutes a day. We all are given the same amount of time in a day. How we go about using what we are given, determines our success or failure in life.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste away the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting on something or someone to show you the way
"TIME" - Pink Floyd
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