Skip to main content

Catharsis

Yes, big word for me. But, after playing and writing in my blog for just about a year now, I have really discovered how cathartic it really is for me. Writing in general is. Even a post in facebook is, now and then; my stupid aging posts, an occassional rant. It really is therapy for me.

I may laugh at myself and think I am witty, but, it's my therapy. I may cry at things and find them sad, but, it's my therapy. I may rant at things and get angry, but it's my therapy.

I'm not great at confrontation at all, (well, except for poor Ted who gets the brunt of it mostly) so this is the way I get some of the words I want to say out. I'm not great at debating or arguing, my idea of an argument is stomping my feet to get my way. I can have a conversation and can be a good listener, but, I'm not great at thinking of interesting things to say on the fly.

I sit and listen to things my grandkids say or the things I am told they've said and really wish I would have had this therapy a long time ago, when my kids were little. I don't remember a lot of things they said or did while growing up. I remember Crystal getting in my makeup (think someone else has done that a time or two now) and wearing her grandpa's boots at the age of two. I remember finding a four-day-old KayeLynn on the floor because 3-year-old Crystal carried her across the room and could only get her half way because she was trying to help mama out by bringing her to me for her bath. I remember KayeLynn slapping at Rodger in the hospital as we were bringing him home for the first time because he was crying because of his first time in a car seat and yelling at him, "shut up baby". I remember when she was in the hospital for the very first time, just diagnosed with leukemia and when her aunt walked in the door, looked at her and asked, "you didn't bring me a present?" I remember Rodger standing outside on the swing set, singing at the top of his lungs, "I Want Your Sex" at the age of about six. I remember Rodger sitting down in the family room, playing video games and knowing he shouldn't swear and when he got frustrated he yelled at the television, "Jean Claude van Dam It!" or when talking in his sleep and saying "kiss me, kiss me on the lips".

What I wouldn't give to be able to have written all these things and so many more down when they were little. So many memories forgotten through age, through months, through years. There is nothing more important to me than my family. I really wish I had kept track of all the things they said, all the things they did. Kept track of the little stories and such. Because now, I don't remember them like I want to.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

CoCo's Journey - How Did I Get Here??

Malabsorption - definition - Malabsorption is a state arising from abnormality of food nutrients across the gastrointestinal tract.  Impairment can be single or multiple nutrients depending on the abnormality.  This may lead to malnutrition and a variety of anaemias (blood disorders). I have heard the term before.  But the first time I had heard it in response to me was a little over a week ago.  I was with my roommate daughter at her appointment and her doctor pointed to IVY and said, what's up with that??  So I told him.  And he said, people have no idea how hard it is when you have malabsorption.  People think you can just eat to make it better, but you can't. So let's go to the beginning.... If you have known me at all in the last few decades, you know that I was "morbidly obese".  I topped out at 245 pounds.  I had Type 2 Diabetes, high blood pressure, thyroid disease and stomach issues (gerd) for the last couple of decades and had taken...

CoCo's Journey - Answers!! Finally!!!

 Today I finally got answers!!!  I do not have Cirrhosis!!!  I am Pre-Cirrhotic.  Very close to that precipice but still not falling over the edge and falling into a place that I cannot get out of.  I had seen my gastric bypass doctor a while ago - and was given the wrong information.  I think he was looking at the headline and had not read the story.  It's something I'm good at, too.   My doctor explained that when I was overweight, the fat in my body was damaging my liver.  Then I had gastric bypass and that should have helped my fatty liver.  But, then I wasn't able to absorb the calories, so I became malnourished. My liver was not getting the proteins I needed in order to supply my body with the proper nourishment.  Every organ you have needs protein, and it starts in the liver.  So - the malnourishment started to affect my liver.  Leading to the state I'm in now. The thing I need to work on is getting off the diu...

CoCo's Journey - An update -- of sorts

 I was asked for an update.  So - I waited until my last appointment with my liver doctor to see what he was going to say.  What we were going to do.  What the hell is going on.   So - a little recap.  Mid August I was admitted to the hospital due to liver disease.  The initial diagnosis was cirrhosis of the liver due to malnutrition, which was caused by malabsorption. After a biopsy, that diagnosis was changed to pre-cirrhosis.  I had over two liters of fluid removed from my belly by needle aspiration the first day.  I left the hospital five days later with a PICC line with IV nutrition.  IV nutrition supplemented my regular diet for four months.  My PICC line was removed in December and now it's a matter of how my body adjusts as to what the steps are. Since August and having the IV nutrition, I gained over 40 pounds.  I was a little over 140 pounds when they disconnected IVY (my PICC line/nutrition/bag - that's her name...