An infinite hospital stay is unsympathetically slack-less. You still have to:
- PAY YO’ BILLS – I did catch one break, the cable company allowed me to suspend the TV part of my service (for a $30 monthly fee).
- HEAT YO’ HAUS – I decided to not use my furnace this winter because it is run by propane and last season I was out $200-$300 a month for warmth (fucking criminal) however, my Dad just informed me that I will have to flip it on regardless, otherwise my pipes will freeze.
- INSURE YO’ RIDE – If my parents had not brought me my mail I would have completely forgotten that my car insurance renews this month and even though I will not be driving it for 3 of the 6 months billed, you know how insurance works … there is no optional hiatus, it is considered a consequential lapse in their profitable buttplugged world.
- FEED YO’ FISH – ha ha, okay of course I want Barry the betta to thrive in my absence, don’t go all PETA on me.
Which brings me back to thankfulness. The other day I honored family but I am going another round with them as it is beyond deserved.
My parents are totally tasked with double life duties. They are dogsitting my boy and they have a dog and cat of their own to care for. They are at my house every single day, fish feeding and plant watering and mail fetching, not to mention, performing an endless amount of scavenger hunts while there; in search of items I desire here. My Mom does my hospital laundry at least twice a week (gowns are for the sick, I wear my own threads); they cleaned out my refrigerator and my Dad took down my outside Halloween decorations.
My parents make the 30 minute drive to the hospital about 4 to 5 days a week, which does not go easy on the gas tank of a Ford F150 aka the pocketbooks of a retired couple. During the week when the hospital is thriving, my Mom is stuck parking on the roof which is about 3/4 of a mile from my room (super fun for laundry hauling. not.) They are working on painting Evie’s bedroom and my Dad will most likely be putting together the car seat and bassinet that sit boxed in her room.
Clearly, all of the above tasks (+ those unspoken) would be a lot to handle for anyone, but we are talking about my vintage Mommy and Daddy. When I expressed my concern of burden-ism to my Mom, she kindly reminded me that it will be payback time before I know it. My mind took a time capsule trip YEARS ahead and before long my Mom’s comforting words made sense.
Without any degree of doubt, I look forward to spending every available minute of my life on ensuring that all of my parent’s last years/months/minutes are as simple and enjoyable as humanly possible. Burden-ism –> washed.
If anyone has the spiritual-atheist version of, “blessed,” please send it my way. Albeit, that habitually overused religious word is often a complete understatement.
Who are you thankful for today and why?