My 89 yr old dad is having health issues. These days involve almost daily calls from his assisted care staff, trips to ER and doctor, errands to various stores for medical & other supplies. Dealing with assisted care administrators, physical therapists,med techs, my brothers and sisters (sigh. more drama) and of course, Dad.
And they said I would never use my college degree in Psychology! :)
In the midst of all the drama going on my tendency is to frantically play 'whack a mole' as each problem/issue pops up. In the past, I would do this until all the 'moles' were pounded down or I was totally worn out.
This time, yes-- I am whacking away at those pesky moles, but one thought keeps flashing to the front of my mind:
The airplane safety drill about making sure your oxygen mask is on before helping others put on theirs is loud and clear in my brain. I need to take care of myself first in order to be able to help others. What a concept!!!!
Yesterday I did 'dad-drama' errands and then went to family bbq in 110 degree heat. I just wanted to hang out in my cool, ac house and read my books, but didn't want to have a big blow out with my dh and dd's. I went, but stayed in the background rather than my usual scurry around helping, helping, helping. I let my kids and neices and nephews handle everything while I was pleasantly socializing with everyone. I made it a point to drink water CONSTANTLY and took extra care to eat my 'usual' foods and kept amounts small. The last thing I need these days is to dump or throw up! My scratchy throat & itchy nose was a bit better but we didn't get home until 1 a.m. Showered and hit the sack. Ahhhh.
Today is a work day and my symptoms 'blossomed' into a full head cold
Got my now-daily dad-drama call at 6:15 am and will deal after another cup of HOT skinny mocha coffee.
I'm making it a point to take care of myself. I took a vitamin first thing today, sipped my HOT drinks to clear my head and reached out to my Spark friends for understanding, support and friendly shoulders.