You take practically every one of her waking moments to care for you. It takes hours to clean you up, dress you, feed you, and the things to be done for you never let up. You don’t sleep long enough for her to get a decent break. She won’t last long going this way.
On a bad day, when you aren’t frozen in one spot, standing, drooling, drooping, until you fall over, you are wandering around a tiny, tenuous fragment of a bygone world, getting into things, dropping things, ripping into packages of food, tearing papers, spilling soda, flicking light switches, opening and closing windows, leaving doors open, letting the freezing cold into the real world, where you aren’t. You aren’t here. You move around the house thinking it’s not your house, not your house, the one you designed and built when you were 35 years old.
On a good day, semblances of your old self show themselves and you stubbornly refuse to eat, to open your mouth to take your pills, to put on a sweater to stop your complaints of the cold, to sit down before you fall down. Shards of your old language, your highbrow statements and pronouncements make their way to the edge of your brain and fall off in dots and dashes and then stop, maybe on pause, maybe never to be finished. You show signs of recognizing language and sounds from an era of professional competence and talent long gone. And in the very rare moment, you show a sign of compassion.
You take practically every one of her waking moments to care for you. It takes hours to clean you up, get you ready for bed, get you into the bed, and you won’t sleep long enough for her to get a decent break. I guess you’re a lucky man, in a way, for she has taken her vows to you seriously, to heart. But she won’t last long going this way.
The photo for this post is entitled “For richer, for poorer,” http://flickr.com/photos/80102167@N00/1061763424 . It comes from PixelBoy’s photostream at http://flickr.com/photos/80102167@N00/ . There are some really pro shots there. It’s worth checking out if you’re a photo hound.
This bit was spun off the Sunday Scribblings prompt “#143 – for richer or poorer.” Click here for more on prompt #143 from other Sunday Scribblings participants.