2001
| October 5, 2001 We appeared in Woman's World in the Oct 2nd Issue. What a kick - first we had gone on a photo shoot - and I am still trying to contact the photographer so I can get copies. All three of us, me and my boys. I took my camera - and here are a few photos. The article - well - it has been "edited"
to fit the audience. My son objects because he was not eating at the time
of the incident - he was tossing everything right back up. Glasses off - he doesn't recognize his face (puffy
from the drugs) He claims that he doesn't recognize himself in the mirror. But he has his wicked sense of humor - I can tell when he's been lonely during the day - I get hugged and I get my fanny patted. We have had a few discussions about that. He lays in bed and, in a deep voice, calls me. "Woman of the house! Where's my tea!" (I can tell that John Wayne's The Silent Man has rerun again.) The most hysteria still comes from his need of assistance in the shower. He can rinse off on his own - which is a pretty big step for him. But for soap to be used--- For soap, I need to put the soap on the wash rag and hand it to him while he hangs on to whatever rod is handy. I do wash his back - trying to keep Vitamin E on the stretch marks - which now have their own stretch marks. I also do his legs - because he cannot bend over yet. He's learning to lean on things to bend over - as long as the Halloween candy or the soda cans are the ultimate target of his effort. The last time I was helping him shower, he was a little whoozy with a sinus virus trying to take hold. So I was fussing. I stood by holding up a big bath towel, high enough for his modesty, as he swung himself out of the tub. I put a tension rod or two in over the tub for him to useas hand-holds and the remodeled bath cabinet is there for him to lean on. I wrapped him in the towel. He likes to hug me when he gets out - it helps to dry him off and he gets to make me all wet. It's a ritual. It's why I had a bathing suit at the hospital and pool shoes. So I had a second towel handy, trying to be prepared, and tried to ward off the worst of the water. I also, while holding the big towel around him with one hand, reached up and got his brand-new bathrobe. From Big & Tall. I got it for him for his birthday. I assisted him into the robe, then reached around to catch the ties. Way around - because he has a 44" waist at the moment. As I tied it closed (and low and behold, it closes easily), he dropped the towels and then leaned back and looked down on his little mother. At 6'1" versus my 5'5", he can look down. "If we weren't related," he smirked, "What would you charge for your services? 'Cause a guy could get used to this." He knows, you see, how to get at his mother. No wonder the nurses all roll their eyes when we arrive at the clinic. |
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