September 10th, 2005
Picture a late summer evening – a lazy sunset blooming with wonderful colors, crickets chirping in the distance. Then picture me – Pollyanna re-incarnated – hurling a lovely piece of pottery across a wall and hearing it explode into charming bits of clay – of course, it wasn’t empty. So add to the image some tomato sauce and pasta and it begins to look like a drive by.
Do you think this might be menopause?
So what provoked the dish tossing event? Well – if I work late then no-one eats dinner. Even if all that’s needed is a quick heating, it doesn’t happen – had worked late one night and came home to Tom in front of the TV with an empty box of Wheat Thins (reduced fat of course) and an empty container of Wispride Cheese. He had eaten the entire contents of both for dinner. George had been working downstairs and had nodded off. So that night I grabbed the dinner ready for heating and threw it as hard as I could. Fortunately, that’s not very hard……
But doesn’t fate like to add a twist? George had been coming home from work and falling asleep a couple of times a week for a few months – he went to see his doctor last week and was rushed into a local hospital with all the classic symptoms of a heart attack. Fortunately, it was more like a heart event. George stayed overnight and had a cardiac cath and an echo cardiogram. The heart in your body does not look like the Hallmark heart, just so you know. George’s arteries are in great shape, but there is thickening around the muscle wall; we see his cardiologist on Monday to talk about what the next steps are. Most likely, we will go to Mass General for a tissue biopsy.
I think for the first time, George is faced with the idea of mortality. He’s nervous and hates the idea that there are limitations placed on what he can and can’t do.
Tom started school at the same time – his reaction to that schedule change and being nervous about George is, at bedtime, to get nauseous and feel as though he’s going to be sick. One Tum, a warm facecloth and Mom sitting with him until he falls asleep seems to do the trick.
radiate harmony 