Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The other day...

I heard
half a conversation
he
pink-cheeked
intent
she
fierce
small
folded in on
her drama

claw-hand clutched his
as
engaged
willing
he leaned toward
her

I heard only him
every
earnest
"ok'
tightened the grasp
her hair
shook
against his willing words

interesting
the more
he tried
the harder
she resisted;
no simple solution
would fit

I left;
thinking
however easy
the answer
how hard
to accept it
and give up
the satisfaction
of such
concentrated
regard.




Saturday, March 10, 2012

A thoughtful series of remarks..

I'm lucky to have a good friend (let's name this friend Sam), who shares (mostly in a very amusing way) stories of the dysfunctional family Sam belongs to.  Sam's experience is that although immediate family members are still alive, they are not loving or respectful. But they still make it clear what Sam's role is in their construct of what 'family' needs to mean and what therefore can be asked or demanded or assumed from Sam as part of the family unit. Apart from my emotional reaction to this situation, it raises all sorts of issues about what 'belonging' means, and the strength (and therefore amount of love and pain) that these ties can engender.

We all want to feel we are part of a greater social whole. Our social world begins with our immediate family (usually) and grows out from there, through friends and school and extended family and work etc etc. Usually. But what about our expectations?  They tend to grow along with what we witness and experience.  So if you come from a loving family and having loving people around you in your greater world, you learn to expect that those people will, in the main, treat you kindly.  Will listen, and care about what you say, and generally interact with you as an equal.  There will be times when this isn't so, but these situations will be resolved without huge emotional stresses or 'deal-breaking' situations.  You are in essence able to be fairly certain of your foundations.

But what happens when your starting point, your immediate family members, have a different way of operating? If their emotional makeup is flawed or skewed or a result of their earlier life experience causing scars?  If somehow their model has been flawed and they're not able to pass on the loving, accepting model because they haven't experienced it?  Or if, say, they are not insightful, reflective people, or emotionally responsible people, or even people who don't much care what impact they have on others, and whose ideas and feelings don't get scrutinised?  We can't all have the good fortune of strong emotional foundations and positive life experience and the inner strength and wisdom to find our way.

My point is that we learn from what we know, and if what we know is something that causes us pain or frustration or anger or something deeply disturbing in some way, what are we to do with it?  Our own emotional evolution is something we can choose to think about and perhaps explore and modify.  If, say, we are filled with guilt and paralysed by this guilt, we can seek ways to examine the guilt and try to find a more emotionally effective way to live with ourselves.  We can make choices about what we choose to carry as emotional baggage, and what we want to make peace with, and even what we want to leave alone because it's part of what makes us feel vulnerable.

When we turn to our family to help us, or accept us, or respect us as equal in emotional status, we are putting our selves in a position of some kind of need.  And if those family members are not able to accept or meet this need, we're in a very vulnerable position indeed.  Being needy and asking for help is admitting that there's something we can't do, can't manage, or can't understand.  Expecting those close to us to treat this with respect and not exploit this vulnerability can be a gamble.  If your experience is that admitting neediness is probably going to lead to a situation where you are ignored, exploited, ridiculed or made to feel you are 'lesser' somehow, what does this teach you?

I think you learn, very quickly, to keep your needs out of the equation.  If 'belonging' is something you need to feel, you have to change your expectations and understand that you won't get the acceptance and respect you feel you deserve.  This is insidious stuff, and in my view can lead to crippling outbreaks of anxiety, feelings of abandonment and low self-esteem.  Because if your family doesn't accept you as you are, where do you turn?  Many people learn that close friends are safer, more reliable and stronger emotional relationships to participate in.  Friends we can choose.  Friends can be that unconditional accepting emotional model we all want to participate in.

Sam is caught in a very unpleasant place - wanting both to cut ties and to feel that Sam can belong  as the person Sam is.  There is much to lose by choosing either position, and it doesn't surprise me at all that Sam can't choose.

In my own explorations of these kind of emotional ties and expectations within the family, I frequently forget that what *I* feel is generally understood; but it may not be the case for all the others.  I am as capable as the next person of thinking it's all about me, and forgetting that the others, as close to them as I feel, might have other priorities and other emotional pulls on their resources.  I make lots of mistakes but I believe that I at least try to start from a loving, accepting point of view.

It hurts a lot when things don't pan out, and somehow I or we or they end up stumbling over false expectations or simply wrong ideas and assumptions.  Like everyone else, I want to belong, and to participate, and to feel that my 'stuff' gets equal time.  When it goes wrong, it's awful.  Because in loving and respecting my family members, and believing as strongly as I do that we all need our space to stuff it up, sometimes I expect too much or assume the wrong thing or simply get overwhelmed by what's going with me and not be able to see past it.

This is perhaps an apology as much as it is an exploration.  Because it's better to learn from a mistake than to just feel bad about it.  For me, it's better to think it through and try to understand than to let it go and find that expectations and assumptions are even more off the mark next time.

Brought to you by a day when I was peaceful; then scared, too full and then too empty of adrenalin; and then very lonely for a while.

No perfume was harmed in the production of this post.

Friday, March 9, 2012

IWD - Gaga says it again!

Just Dance














Following my post on the Lady, I noticed this  http://www.buzzfeed.com/steampunk/lady-gaga-bad-romance-womens-suffrage-3n9d

.. which some of you might enjoy.  I hereby declare I am an occasional Gaga fan, but the confluence of my (quiet) feminism, this day (International Women's Day) and the need to dance to a good beat, leads me to publish this.

For the record, (and to quote myself elsewhere) no major fails yesterday or today.  In fact, today I caught up with two friends, bought two things I don't need, and failed to shout at anybody.

!!!

Brought to you by the amusement I got scrolling through my new browser screen wallpaper options - they offer images from Dolce and Gabbana, Akiro Kurosawa and a few other big name designers.  Not, sadly, Gucci or Prada.  Not that I can see, anyway.

Heh.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

To quote Lady GaGa...

LET'S DANCE!!!

Today I signed the builder's contract.  Today!!!!

We are cautiously but confidently confident that we'll see machinery on site in a week or so, weather permitting.

I'm trying to focus on this considering this was my first 'job' of the day, and the rest of it went downhill.

... just DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

And furthermore..

The List of Doom took a serious blow today.  At last!

Credit union dude helped me work out why the monies was busted.  We applied a cyber-bandaid and I should be able to feed the children again in a week or so.  Phew!

In other news, the temporary replacement/new/replacement new/new temporary replacement washing machine will be delivered tomorrow morning, pending proper replacement of the new replacement machine.  My fears for my festering clothes .. allayed to some extent by the office people's offer to launder them (if and when they ever see the light of day again).  At least (says she attempting levity) they'll be really REALLY well-rinsed...

Today we both feel a sense of achievement after a lot of fanging around on and off campus.  No-one got lost, wet or combobulated.  We dined thanks to me mum, again.  Tomorrow whoopee! we will try something called Eating At A Restaurant.

That's better.

[Brought to you by a minor panic over not having a clean shirt, and some delicious blasts of Gucci.]

Monday, March 5, 2012

Merely remarking..

.. that my list of Things What Utterly Can't Be Ignored is freaking me out.  No detail too small.

And now five visits by assorted Uni maintenance/fixer/helper-type ppl have still not got the washing machine working.  The unloadable wet washing from Friday is going to be pretty nasty when the door is finally opened.

I'm tired.  Don't wanna try to be funny.  Don't wanna go on wrangling care agency staff problems at 9pm and midnight (5 nights out of seven so far).  Definitely don't wanna be a stand-in carer for the ones who don't show or don't know what to do.  High risk activity for a sore back.

Bah.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Note to self:

  



- not a good idea to complain.  It just encourages those pesky gods of interference and nortiness.

- not a good idea to complain.  Doesn't make anything feel better.

- not a good idea to complain.  Gives others funny ideas about me not being made of tungsten after all

- not a good idea to complain.  I thought we had a good outcome following the NO rant; then the washing machine died.  The BRAND NEW washing machine.  Just a little failure-ette; the door won't open.  But it's full of washed clothes and (naturally) it's Friday arvo so I fear what festering fabric festiness awaits when a service dude can come (perhaps) on Monday!

- not a good idea to complain.  Makes me home-sick for my norty cat.

- not a good idea....

Better ideas:

- cats

- fresh-baked cinnamon rolls for brekkie ... AND

- FBCRFB baked by a bestie!  Purrfect.


- TGIF! So I can stop listing for a bit.

- strangely enough my middle name isn't Pollyanna, but I can count a few blessings..  and sit quietly Home Alone for a while.  M is out boozing with a dorter!

- sitting down in general.  Have I (yeah I know I have) ever mentioned (only a few dozen times) my fabbo Ikea chair?  My beloved Poang?  Yep, got it at the flat.  Am currently jiggling one leg whilst blogging on the other.  A form of purrfection fur sure.

- perfume.  Tricky choice today.  Partly cos I dropped in to Proper Home to apologise to my pusscat and get the mail.  She followed me to the bedroom and pointed at my cold, empty bed.  I agreed with the sentiment but got (easily) distracted by my collection of gorgeous lil bottles.  Settled on ... can you guess??







:-)

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Hitting the wall (take THAT!!)..

Rotten day today.

HOURS on the phone wrangling case manager, care agency, gp, and the future of the Western World As We Know It... felt like it anyway.  We have a problem with a carer who won't take no for an answer.

As in, NO you can't sit in our living room (one of our four rooms) for two hours from 10pm, in between shifts.  Ever heard of privacy?

NO you can't demand I change my mind by saying that while you are sitting there you are praying that god will help M get up and walk again.  I don't DO theology and especially not at that hour, in me nightie.

NO you also can't tell me it's a problem for you because you have to drive 'all the way to Gunghalin and back' in between shifts.  All the way??!!

NO it is also not my problem that you therefore use petrol and as you are a student you feel worried about money.  This is your JOB, isn't it??  IE, didn't you agree to take money for what you do?  Didn't you discuss these issues with your employer?

NO I won't intervene for you with the care agency to discuss a possible problem with rosters/shift times/what you think you were told by text.

NO it is not ok for you to be angry with me, the agency staff on the phone, or M.  Nor is it okay for you to pout and talk (again) about your problems.  I am not your charity!!

and

NO I don't bloody want anyone else to have to talk to, notice, acknowledge, consider or even ignore.  I wrangle, advocate, work, pester, push, pacify, organise, discuss, note, assess and ignore Major Issues all day.  At night I'd prefer I be left alone with my honey, my fan (and damn this endless humid weather), and my bucket of icy limoncello.

All of this would be so much easier if I was being badly treated by a cat.

SOB.

.. (YES, I discussed all this with the care agency.  And YES, I can 'sack' him if necessary.)

UPDATE: In spite of its originally fairly dire predictions, the care agency has replaced this difficult carer with others.  We still have a couple of shifts to go, but I'm clear that he has to be 'sacked' from us and that we are not asking for something unusual or problematic.  It's a pity we couldn't work it out.  Another Lesson Learned.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Things to ponder..

Week one ends.  Week two starts tomorrow and I hope some of the unexpected and disappointing things from week one are now OVER.

A sample:
- carers who didn't show; who showed up wearing thongs!!; who failed to provide basic care needs for M; who made more mess than I could cope with; who had some interesting ideas about 'just' sitting in the lounge for two hours between 10 and 12 pm, to wait for the midnight shift (when I said I didn't think this was sustainable for privacy reasons, the response was 'but I am praying for M to get up and walk'.  I don't argue with the intent but it doesn't really resolve the privacy issue!)..

- endless meetings.  Twice we've had 11am appts which have run for 3 hours, effectively cutting us off from lunch and M's important siesta.  The first time we were caught unawares, the second we were gathering important info about how to deal with the shortcomings of the care agency and felt we needed to go on. But we've now decided to limit all meetings (in the flat I mean) to two hours maximum.  For my brain to have a chance of keeping up if for no other reason!  It's very hard to keep to a routine.  Even tho M's schedule of carers and meds and lectures etc is set in stone, having time to NOT do things is proving very difficult.

- too much WASHING.  We have a problem in that the bathroom floor doesn't adequately drain, so M's shower process inevitably leads to wet towel explosions.  The best carers have already worked out ways to reduce this load; the most gormless carer turned up in muddy sneakers and left footprints all over the carpet.  I have apologised to the waterways of the world this week, for my constant washing machine use.  Next I will be apologising to the electricity manufacturers for my almost equally constant use of the dryer. Yes I line dry, but that doesn't work when it's wet and muggy.  And when you have 15 towels a day to wash and dry!

- the usual complaint, not enough sleep.  I find I need time after M crashes, to sort of lie about and process things.  Process meaning NOT think thru, write lists, examine info, make calls, write emails, get angry/frustrated, but simply lie about reading or playing a dumb game or staring into the distance a bit.  The meetings are so important I find the mental energy I put into them costs more than I expect.  I'm kind of surprised about this; I just spend two years doing exactly that!  But somehow, being home makes it harder because now we don't have the support of the hospital system to back us up.  Hence meetings, of course, with all the ppl who are helping us.  That's a circle!

Good Things:
- air conditioning.

- a day at home home yesterday, when we collected more stuff to home-ify the flat and grovel to Mrs Puss.  She accepted our apologies and went so far as to let M pat her (she's still very wary of the wheelchair 'car'); sit on my lap AND jump on my head when I lay down for a bit.  She enjoyed all the helpers going in and out of the house, plenty of legs to ambush and poses to pose purrfectly for their envious consideration.

- finally, a bookcase in the flat.  THAT'S more like it.

- amazing feats of dinner-cooking by my mum, who is going for a gold star AND a koala stamp in keeping us fed and happy.  I haven't made friends with the kitchen yet so this is especially fabulous!

- the carers who are thorough, careful, friendly, considerate and neat.

- M's energy level.  Day two of his new life, he charged off to his first post-grad lecture of his next semester of studies.  Leaving me somewhat befuddled, what am I for?  Meh, I defaulted to the washing.

- I have lashed out and I now have three perfumes in the flat, along with two lovely bottles of body oil.  Maybe next trip home I'll get more.  The house seems to be full of completely unnecessary stuff!  I looked at it all yesterday and felt disengaged; tired; ashamed of all the money spent on THINGS.  I've felt like this, on and off, since we returned from Sydney nearly a year ago.  Unfortunately I can't simply heave it all out, it's not all mine.  I refuse to think about packing it all up for the house mods (I'll do another post about that soon).

and

- airconditioning.  Ghastly muggy summer.  HATE it.

Right, next lot of carers due shortly and here's me sitting on the couch.  Tsk tsk!!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Utilising insomnia; a test photo..


Now that's very tidy.

Witty, concise and heartfelt.

WHUT??

Today, that is yesterday, that being Friday, I stumbled through the day. Exhausted, sore, cranky and bewildered. Mostly bewildered. I posted the car and watered the golliwog. Dealt graciously with the unexpected cleaner who turned up (by immediately utilising this miracle, no hesitation!). Cancelled lunch BEFORE 8pm. Remembered to write down at least three important things, and even spoke rationally to someone asking me something vital. Which I have now forgotten, oh dear...

And ACHED to be able to lie down and go to sleep. All day.

So WHY am I awake now, unable to shut me eyes and get the rest I need? Can't be the decaf I had 7 hours ago.. can't be my wildly uncontrollably high energy level.. can't be worry (I'm all out of that) or lostness or even a half-decent list of things I need to write down.

It must be the lack of cat. Clearly I am unable to go to sleep without a half-broken ankle squished under a no-longer-so-very-small little cat. The same wee puss who enjoys taking a running jump onto my chest at 5.30am when she fancies brekkie.

Or the world has turned upside down and I didn't notice. Quite likely.

But..

NOT FAIR.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

You never told me THAT

.. this new life means talking, talking talking.. and not for fun. Double-checking, fixing, arguing, explaining, misunderstanding, understanding only too well ... advocating, shouting, speechlessly-goldfish-mouthing, trying, failing and sometimes getting the point across..

.. M would need me so badly or leave me so easily!

.. I'd be moving out of my house against my will, fixing up a teeny flat against my will, and LOVING the reason why .. and discovering that you can replicate many things in your temporary second home, but not your favourite mug, your pillow or your cat..

.. I could manage with only two perfumes in the stash (today) ..

.. I'd dream of being bored..

.. I could travel so far without moving; learn so much without trying, or do so many things I can't do ..

.. having friends is one of the most undervalued, underestimated, crucial and crazy blessings to not even know you deserve..

.. catching up with schoolmates I barely remember, 35 years on, could be so much fun..

.. I'd write like this without blushing.

[Day four and except for bits dropping off the wheelchair; moments of terror and FAR too many towels to wash, all is well.]

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A Miracle on Home Street!

M was discharged from hospital on Monday, 20th February 2012. Two years and one month exactly to the day since The Accident.

Life as a couple can resume. Purrfumed and purrfect, as always!