Thursday, July 31, 2008
Coach Dean posted on his blog today that the results are in on the "Coach Tough Love" study he started the first week of July. I had every intention of participating in that research...to wit, a copy of the comment I posted on his blog on June 24th...
"Coach, this sounds like a great idea. I find that my chief motivation killer is fear of being "overwhelmed" by responsibilities/committments I don't feel able to handle because of years of living with CFIDS and several other auto-immune diseases which necessitate approximately 30 hours additional sleep each week over and above the "average" allotment of 56 hour/wk. I also battle being a chronic "people pleaser" and super driven type A personality who thinks I should be able to do anything I can envision. I therefore pick and choose my battles carefully. This type of observation and analysis appeals to me, though...how do we 'sign on the dotted line?' "
He responded: "I think you just did. lol.
Well...life happened, and I did not follow through on the participation for the rest of the month...to tell the truth, I'm not sure I clearly understood the study...story of my life! But I am eagerly waiting to see what the results of his collected data and analysis are. I'm banking on still being able to learn something from this.
Meanwhile, my mother and I took my uncle out to look over the War Veteran's Memorial Home here in town today. He could live there more economically than any other option we can find. (other than moving in with my mother) He hated it. Let me hasten to say that it was a very nice place...beautiful grounds with docks on the bordering bayou, lots of trees... the residents who are healthy enough can keep their vehicles and are free to come and go as they please...it's just that he has spent his life out-of-doors, doing precisely as he liked, accountable to noone but himself, really, and the resident's rooms were very small and shared by two people...no individual rooms. It was a disappointment. I fully understood his sense of clausterophobia, but now we are back to square one as to how to care for him long term. Oh, well. A way will open up somewhere. At least he still has his sense of humor. As he was on his way to the restroom, he leaned over and winked at the receptionist and soberly stated: "If Governor Jindal asks for me, please make him comfortable in the lobby. I'll be back shortly." I'm not sure the receptionist was amused...they deal with patients with dementia, after all, but mother nearly choked on her drink! (And no, we do not enjoy a social relationship with the governor!) Oy vey!!!