When my son reached his 17th birthday, he was diagnosed with ulcerated colitis. By the time he was 19, he was rushed to the hospital with severe anemia. His colitis began to cause bleeding ulcers. His hemoglobin count was down to five when it should have been 13. Two pints of blood later and a seven day stay in the hospital, l he was released with a hemoglobin count of 11. At the beginning of 2011, the colitis took control, and the decision was made. My son would have a colostomy. He wasn't happy. After all, he was only 45 years old. A colostomy bag was the last thing he wanted. Yet, on June 1st of that year, that's what happened. He had a full ileostomy. However, that wasn't the end of the problems - only the beginning. For the next three years he was in and out of the hospital with one procedure, or surgery, or infection after another. Finally, his health began to stabilize, and he seemed to be getting better but still hated that colostomy bag. In December of 2011, my mom had an accident which forced her to reassess her living conditions. She realized that she could no longer live alone, and in January of 2012, she packed her things and moved in with me. After we cleared out her house, we put it on the market. Mom was recovering nicely from her accident but still needed the use of a walker to get around. My son's house is about 3 hours away from mine which enabled us to visit often It didn't matter that I am his mother and my mother his grandmother. He was mortified every time the colostomy bag began to fill. He would leave the room and hide in his bedroom until the sound and odor dissipated - which often was about 30 minutes While we were busy socializing with his wife and children, we were unaware of the colostomy bag. Unfortunately, he was, and it made him extremely uncomfortable. Early in 2013 a friend began doing research on colostomy bags and found a doctor who specialized in a different kind of procedure. it's called the Barnett Continent Intestinal Reservoir Koch Pouch – or B.C.I.R. At that time there was only one doctor in Florida who could do this surgery. My son made the appointment, and it was determined that surgery would be scheduled for August of 2013. The procedure is a reconstruction of the small intestine using about two feet at the end to create a small internal pouch. The stoma is no wider than a #2 pencil which enables the pouch to get emptied a few times a day using a catheter. No noise, no smell, no mess! My son was thrilled. His stay in the hospital was about seven days but he insisted during that time we bring his grandmother for a visit. “Mom, I want grandma to see that I'm OK. After all I've been through and all her prayers, she deserved to spend some time with me, and I really want to see her.” I loaded mom's walker in the car and help her climb in the front seat. The hospital was only two hours from my house, and mom and I passed that time easily since she had many questions about his surgery. Once in the hospital, we pulled a chair closer to his bed and while holding his hand, grandmother and grandson spent the next hour gloriously talking about health and family. The nurse came in a few minutes later and reminded my son he needed to get out of bed and walk. Lying in bed wasn't good for anyone so I encouraged him to follow the nurse's orders. He was still hooked up to an IV, the urinal bag, and a heart monitor. Anytime he left the bed, the pole with all the bags went with him. Looking at the pole my son spoke up. “Hey Grandma, since I have to walk for exercise why don't you come with me? I have my pole; you have your walker. we could race up and down the hallway.” My mom laughed. “I don't know about racing, but I'll take a walk with you.” For the next 15 minutes grandma and grandson walked the halls of the hospital, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Once back in his room, he lay in bed, my mom sat in the chair, and they talked and laughed about how they must have looked with him pushing his pole and mom pushing her walker. Our visit lasted another 30 minutes and my son looked as though he was about to fall asleep. I suggested we leave since mom also looked tired and I had to make sure she had the strength to withstand the ride down the elevator and the walk to the car. We still had a two-hour drive home. We left the hospital and walked slowly, stopping periodically for mom to regain her strength and her breath. After all, mom was 92 years old, and her stamina wasn't what it used to be. As soon as we got in the car, she perked up and said, “Can we stop at McDonald's? I'd love a cheeseburger!” That's mom! My son was released a few days later and the first thing mom wanted to do is visit him at his home. Mom may be gone now, and my son is healed, but I'll never forget that day in the hospital when grandson and grandmother had their Walker Derby. It definitely was a sight to behold and one I'll cherish forever.

Each day of this quarantine is a little different. Some days there is energy and motivation, and other days there is beer with lunch. I am trying to manage my anxiety around reopening the world by continuing to stay at home as much as possible and see new people as little as possible. However, I did go to a small business craft store with my daughter the other day and was pleased with how they were making sure people couldn't sneeze on one another. It required suiting up with gloves and taking a sanitizer bath, but I felt safe and it encouraged a great conversation with my daughter around how we as humans will always learn to adapt to new situations. Today was a day that I woke up and thought, " Ugh, what am I going to do to fill the time between now and when I get to go back to sleep?" I wanted to just stay right there and not move until bedtime, watching episodes of Shrill or Bob's Burgers until my eyes were tired and eating bags of chips in bed until I realizing that I would now have to get up to clean the crumbs off of the sheets. But I have kids. My daughter has an open-air farm camp she needs to get to so she can stand in hula hoop away from the other kids while wearing a mask and trying to socialize, (see? we adapt!), and my son is 5 so he obviously needs me to come running into his room first thing in the morning so he can sing me the chorus to "Africa", (he prefers the Weezer version, sorry Toto), while still laying in his bed. So, staying in my own bed and being lazy all day isn't even an option. If it were an option, I would be horribly judged by everyone reading this because that would mean that my children were exposed to too much screen time, whatever that magic amount of "just enough" is, I have no idea, but I am sure a day of Bob's Burgers is probably past that point. Some days I get ready as if I were going to see people and wanted to impress. But like I said, each day of Covid living is a little different, so there are also the days where I decide I am fine the way I woke up and everyone else can shove it. Today, I am sure that putting on makeup would AT LEAST help pass the time, but I think I will save it for when I am super bored. Later, I will probably have to stand outside for an hour, minimum, while watching my son ride his bike up and down the street; a daily ritual that he will never get bored of and that makes me want to set something on fire. After that I will probably start a loaf of sourdough bread to feel like I contributed to the household economy and then let my son have screens for too long so that I can read/take a shower/stare at the wall for a while, and not have someone climbing on me or shooting me with Nerf bullets or yelling for me to come and take the arms off of his lego men. And tonight, after eating a dinner that my husband made and the kids won't eat, I will sit in bed with my husband and watch TV (finally) while the kids fall asleep in their own damn beds. When I wake up in the morning it will be a different day and I will wonder what I will do to fill the space between waking up and going back to bed. For now, it's lunch time and I think I am going to have a beer.

Is it just me or does the thought of going on a cruise ship immediately make you think of the part of "The Life Aquatic" where they get boarded by pirates or the scene in the "Titanic" where Leo is chained to a pipe and water is rising up around him? Knowing my luck, I would be on the cruise ship that was boarded by pirates while it was sinking and be somehow trapped in the room with the pipes. Cruise ships are a hard pass. Is it just me or does the thought of your neighbors being upset with your chickens make you wake up at 6:30 in the morning just to run outside and "shush" them while they strut around the coop screeching/boasting about the eggs they just laid or the eggs they're planning on laying, and then when that inevitably doesn't work you end up giving them all of your rice cakes so they don't wake up everyone in a 3 mile radius, but the thought of getting rid of said chickens makes you nauseous with guilt? Is it just me or is that sound outside probably a murderer? Is it just me or are these WEB MD diagnoses making it sound like I either have the common cold or the bubonic plague? No inbetween. Is it just me or do awkward moments in a TV show or a movie cause you to get up and leave the room with excuses like, "I have to go pee, you don't have to pause it for me," or " I am going to make 5 batches of cookies, leave it on, I can watch from the kitchen," ? Shows like "Extras" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm" are basically reasons for me to get things done around the house so I can avoid seeing other people make asses out of themselves. Is it just me or should we give these pickled beets I canned last summer to someone else so they can act as my poison tester. If they don't die after eating them then maybe I will open the other can. But what if they lied about opening them just so I wouldn't be upset that they hadn't yet? Or what if THAT jar was fine but MY jar is actually filled with botulism? Is it just me or is it too late to become that kind of parent that doesn't give their kids screens? And if I take screens away do I have to replace it with something? Or can they just figure that shit out themselves? Is it just me or is my Memoji prettier than I am in real life? Is it just me or did that prescription commercial just quickly list about 500 ways it could kill me, making me want to remember the name of it just so I can tell my doctor what I DON"T want should I ever develop the ailment that those middle aged, white collar, housewives had? Is it just me or did the cat puke in my sandals on purpose? Is it just me or did I say that thing that one time and everyone still remembers it and probably hates me? Is it just me or...?

Yes it's so nice when you're trying to get a new life together and you've got a million things running through your mind like; how to market yourself in a diverse market and how to fund myself for this new change in career focus that I'm embarking on, when the flu hit me and sent me straight to the toilet. It's never fun! lol So here we are now a few days later and I still feel crummy. I didn't get a wink of sleep and all I can do is sit and write which is a good thing right now. For 15 years it has taken me to strengthen my back and get myself to where I can sit up and write for awhile without too much pain providing I sit up a straight as possible. That gets hurt some too at times and then I take a good break. Good thing I get up frequently to stretch my limbs! But in all honestly the flu has me writing. I'd love to be helping someone right now. I wish I could offer my services in support work. I loved my PSW position with Paramed Oakville. But that was 18.5 years ago now. Wonderful people to work for and my job was fulfilling and my patients delightful. Last night, I laid in bed and thought about many things and the one question came to mind was, "How many people have a version of the flu right now?" I guesstimated that probably in my city at least 300 people. Thank goodness I'm not in need of the ER. I feel for the people who do. Well, I just needed to say Good Morning to you and I hope you're feeling well! LOL Thanks for the chat! :)

more an excuse than a problem an emotion more hypothetical than myths and more manipulative than a mother,has the ability to make you believe in imaginary and lose faith in reality.in a nutshell it makes a deadline seem ephemeral and a dead end inevitable. It is a force that guides you the night before exam to cram in the limited light,fight with all might and pray for your miserable plight. Tension is a teacher who preaches time is unlimited like doraemon ,but lacks the reasoning to justify its anecdote it forces things to the last nanosecond makes the employee work fast and the employer furious, Makes a work for months adjust in hours because we believe there is an image of ours to "banai rakhna"(maintain in front of lukewarm people). Positively it makes you work hard but obviously make you worry hard as well.it is a mechanism for delivery of what is available than what is the best possible. It is often associated with the loud thumping of the heart but with reduction in time grows to asthma and paralization. it isn't a wonderful feeling but does wonders, inculcates speed faster than flash and laws beyond physics as the calm world around you becomes a terror zone with the motto do or die.In the mind of a believer of the spirit of procrastination, it makes life exciting as we experience new events and act spontaneously, but what is forgotten is that critical analysis is no more considered a need and it has become an accessory,those who possess it now become a statue of awe. With the increase in the number of atheists in world there is a proportional rise of believers in unproductivity who believe that preparation isn't a necessity.it is a confusing feeling that begins with over confidence followed by low confidence. Individuals have begun to abundantly prove the word's existence and say its normal to to be tensed.explain this weird feeling with a million words, similes, metaphors but mostly has one simple avoidable cause that mankind choose to accept and refuses to change as we believe in comfort and support irrationality. lastly, many procrastinators tend to make themselves brainwash themselves to believe that the most unimportant tasks(at that particular moment in time) may be life changing, i would agree, a change for the worse. Over longtime of cultivating this sweet temporary pleasure you soon taste the diabetic fruit of regret, its fine as long as you are fine with just existing,not making a difference but #YOLO. It is never too late and obviously never early to do something productive,starting now would be right as you dont know how much time is left....or at least find a hobby. The author WAS the unofficially acclaimed representative of a procastinating and tensed individuals, time belongs to a person who thinks rather than one who is capable only to blink.

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Every few weeks, many of my friends and I get together for lunch. It's been a habit of ours for several years. When my mom moved in with us, I decided to include her in these activities. Mom soon became a favorite member of our group and the women looked forward to hearing her tales of things past, her times in America when she was little and emigrated with her mother from England, but mostly, the antics of her middle child – me! My friends vied for the opportunity to sit next to mom and encourage her speak her memories. Mom always obliged. Knowing mom was nearly blind due to severe age-related macular degeneration, our lunch group made sure mom received all the care and attention she needed. One luncheon started during a beautiful, sunny morning. We met at the restaurant just around 11:30am. However, by the time we were getting ready to leave, the heavens opened, and a torrent of rain was pouring down. We debated trying to make a run for our cars or waiting out the quick-moving Florida rain. Looking at mom, we took into consideration since she was wheelchair bound racing her through the rain wasn't something advisable. The decision was made. We'd stay a bit longer and order dessert, something we dieters rarely do. That day, we'd make an exception. As we looked at the dessert menus, I asked mom what she'd like. Without hesitation, she said, “I'd love a big piece of Strawberry Shortcake!” When the waitress arrived to take our latest orders, I asked for the strawberry shortcake but with two forks.” I had to at pretend to watch my calories! Our orders started arriving at our table and everyone oohed and aahed at each plate. The waitress placed the strawberry shortcake in front of mom. She squinted at it trying desperately to see it and then asked what it was. “Mom, it's the strawberry shortcake you said you wanted” Mom looked perplexed and in a loud voice said, “Why on earth did you listen to me? I was only joking. I don't even like strawberry shortcake!” I ordered a slice of apple pie for mom and I ate the strawberry shortcake. But despite the extra and unneeded calorie intake, we all had a great time and hearty laugh at mom's sense of humor. Yes, mom ate all her apple pie and asked if we could make one once we arrived home. “Mom, you are joking, right?” I really had no idea. Then, in front of the entire group of women added another of her zingers: “Of, course I am” she said, “Everyone knows you can't bake applies pies! You always manage to mess them up. We'll just stop at the supermarket and pick one up for later.” Now, all these years later, whenever I see a piece of strawberry shortcake, it reminds me of mom and the day she ordered hers.

Once it rained, I thought it was the God who was crying then I thought it was a big piece of ice which slowly melted to form rain. But now I know it is nothing but rain.

Before college, my best friend, Elizabeth, invited me to go with her family Gatlinburg for vacation. Our first stop was the start of a wild trip. I don't remember the name of the restaurant we ate at; It was sketchy. The restaurant had a shop on the second level; The food was not the best. The house was too creepy and to top it off, as we left, there was a dead baby bird on the ground, that I almost stepped on. After that experience, my friend took us to go check in at the hotel while her parents found a local grocery store. Elizabeth realized she left her license back in Florida after asked to see an ID. Luckily, she had taken a photo of it previously, so we had less trouble with getting to our room. That night, we ordered pizza and planned out the next day of the vacation. When we finished eating, we decided to run around and play manhunt with Nerf guns. Elizabeth and I were a team while Sarah (Elizabeth's sister) and Taylor (Sarah's friend) were a team. The next day, I was sick to my stomach. I assumed it was from the pizza, but no one else was sick. Little did I know that every time I eat pizza now, I get extremely sick. I don't even know what aspect of it that made me sick. Half of the day, I was in bed, unable to move. I ended up throwing up to feel better and Elizabeth and I met up with Sarah and Taylor in Dollywood. All I had put in my stomach that day was a milkshake, but we walked all around Dollywood and went inside shops. My favorite part of the park was the area with all the cars. Sunday, we all went to Dollywood's Splash Country and stayed there most of the day. We rented out the last private resort, near the back of the park. My eye got sunscreen inside of it. It stung so much that I couldn't open my eye and we had to go to first aid to get it washed out. Sunscreen touched my eye about three more times throughout the vacation. All we really did was lay in the lazy river and went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner at Harpoon Harry's Crab Club. This marks the day I first tried crab meat. It was great, but I don't think I'll get it again because it was too messy for me. Elizabeth's dad took the four of us to Bristol, Tennessee on Monday. Sarah was getting fitted for her Jr. Dragster for a race two weeks later. When we got back to Gatlinburg, we walked downtown and went into a bath and body store. They mainly sold bath bombs, but I wouldn't really recommend going there, or at least don't buy the bath bomb with a ring inside of it. The ring was equivalent to a piece of foil with a cheap jewel that didn't fit any of our fingers. The coloring stained my fingers; I'm glad I didn't use the bath bomb. Elizabeth and I put ours in the sink because we wanted the rings and we thought it would be good quality, considering the price we paid. Taylor blew dried her hair, but she dropped the blow dryer into one of the sinks, which was filled with the bath bomb water. It started to smoke, so she unplugged it and then the plug fell into the water. Needless to say, no one used the dryer after that and we didn't drain the water until three days later. Our room was a huge mess. That night, we went to the Dixie Stampede and it was awesome. This was also the night when Elizabeth and I made friends with the security guard, but Sarah and Taylor thought we were getting in trouble. We had been trying to find a parking spot because people could not park their cars correctly and there was no room for Elizabeth's truck to fit; We ended up taking up two spaces and told the guard just in case he would give us a ticket. He told us we were fine and then we started a conversation about Gatlinburg. That night, Elizabeth and I stayed out until 3:00 A.M. and played life-size checkers. We all went back to the waterpark on Tuesday and rented a private resort next to the lazy river. The highlight of the day was seeing a man in a coconut bra. Back at the hotel, Sarah and I went to the heated indoor pool with some floats we bought prior. Two guys, Sarah met the previous night, were there as well. At night, we sat by the bonfire, played Cards Against Humanity, and ping pong. The security guard was doing his nightly rounds and got angry at everyone for playing ping pong so late, but when he saw Elizabeth and I, he came over and asked us how we were doing. The looks on everyone else's faces were priceless. Wednesday was adventurous. Sarah, Taylor, and I went to the pool while Elizabeth took a nap. Our newfound friends were there and asked us if we wanted to go walk the creek behind the hotel. Of course we said yes. The creek was beautiful and I'm glad I went. We jumped off the edge, too. I'd say it was similar to a waterfall. I lost my flip-flops in the mud; I should not have worn them. Sarah scraped her leg and I thought I brushed against poison ivy, but my leg was just red. Going down the creek was one of my best experiences thus far. Sadly, the fun had to eventually come to an end.