Let it Slide

I put the trash out on the usual night.  None of my neighbors had their recycling bin out, so I presumed that recyclables would be picked up next week.  Morning came and I was rushing out the door to school when I see that all the neighbors now have two cans at the street instead of one.  I had no time to run back into the house to fetch the recyclables, but I could at least put out the yard waste to the street.  Husband is standing on the porch yelling at me that it all should have been done the night before.  I tell him that I didn’t know which week it was.

“Well, you should have taken care of it last night.”

“I’ve been busy.  Do you think that you can help me?”

“No.  You just need to work harder.”

That comment from the man who does nothing around the house except get food out of the refrigerator ended the conversation.  Why even bother talking to him if that is his mindset?  Everyday I spend hours on schoolwork, clinical assignments, or housework.  Free time, right now, consists of  a couple hours a day.  I am enjoying life, am super busy, but do not feel stressed out.  Why let the delusional thinking of a man who has destroyed his common sense ruin my day?  Let it slide.

This morning Husband got upset because he remembered conversations from a couple days ago totally different than how they actually went down.  The so-called truth that he has in his mind does not even make sense in the real world.  Of course, his memory is correct and I am as “dumb as a rock” and “so stupid”.  More chances for me to let it slide.  Which I did.  But, then our daughter joined in.

She is feisty, bold, angry, sad, and does not mince words.  She loudly spoke truth to her dad which he did not want to hear and did not believe.  He kept wanting me to step in and defend him.  I couldn’t.  I had no words.  It broke my heart to see all the hurt pour out of her.

I did step in when she threatened to take away his alcohol.  The lessons I am studying this week in pharmacology and pathophysiology just so happen to be on drug and alcohol disorders.  I have also covered much of the basic concepts in previous classes.  I gave both of them a two minute version of just how damaged his body is and that going without alcohol for an extended time without medical supervision would kill him.  I didn’t have time to tell them about the alcohol related brain dysfunction that we are currently covering in mental health class.  He was done listening to anything, told me that he doesn’t believe it at all, and that I am full of bovine excrement.  Another chance to let it slide.

“I’m running to the One who knows me, who made every part of me in His hands…Tuning out every single word that caused me pain…I am loved…”  Check out this song by Blanca.


Past Meets Future

Yesterday I stopped by the house of a friend to give my condolences of his wife’s death.  Then I found out from his neighbors that he had actually died the week before his wife.  Well, I was a bit shocked for, even though they were both in their 80s, he was in much better overall health than his wife.

“Why him and not my husband?” was one of the first thoughts running through my mind. This man was an alcoholic.  He was 20 years older than my husband which likely gave him more overall years of abusing his body, but he only had 4-5 drinks a day compared to the 10-20 that my husband does.  This morning I still wonder why my husband is alive and can he please die soon.

I know that my perspective yesterday and again this morning is mostly due to fatigue.  I am physically tired and mentally stretched with all that I need to do for school.

The song running through my brain this morning as I woke up was Matt Redman’s “10,000 Reasons” reminding me to look at the big picture and get my focus on God and all that He has done for me.  I was having a really hard time until I remembered a conversation I had last Sunday.  One of my friends (named Redmon) felt that God wanted her to remind me of some truth:  that He is slow to act for He desires that nobody perishes.  At the time we did not know why that particular aspect of God’s character was important and singled out.  It sure does fit with my thought processes today.

So, here I am, still tired, still no caffeine yet, still not quite ready to take on my schoolwork.  But, resting peacefully for I know that God is with me on this journey.

In the past, He prompted Redman to write a song based on scripture (https://scriptureand.blogspot.com/2017/08/bible-verses-for-10000-reasons.html).  Last week He prompted Redmon to remind me of specific Bible verses.   Both to converge onto today when I need to be reminded of what is true.

Conquering Fear

The first week of a new school term is finishing up today with three quizzes.  Last week I must admit that I was a bit anxious.  The school load is ramping up (accelerated courses) along with beginning two of the toughest classes in the program.  Making sure that I could have access to all the right textbooks was a bit stressful.  Scanning through all the assignments and browsing through my subject matter, I had thoughts of giving up.  It is too much work.  Too many things to know.  I am old and cannot keep up.  It took lots of work and prayer to tap down all those lies.

After Thursday, I felt so relaxed and on top of everything.  All my work was getting done ahead of deadlines and I was able to learn new information without too much difficulty.  The song that kept playing in my head was by Francesca Battistelli.  “Fear you don’t own me, there ain’t no room in this story…I know I’m strong and I am free…”  I took time to relax and get stuff done around the house.

So, Saturday night, knowing that the next day was filled with those quizzes, I decided to start studying specifically for them.  I pulled up the study guides for each class, only to discover that I had not even begun one of them.  One of the hardest classes and I had not even read the chapters!  Logically, I should have panicked and worried.  But I didn’t.  I chose to believe that there really is no room for fear in my life.  God tells me over and over in the Bible to not fear, be strong and courageous, do not be afraid…I choose to trust Him.  Everything has worked out for me to go to this school and this program, to get my degree and eventually get the job that God has waiting for me.  He will help me to get there.

Not being afraid is good, and so is studying.  I focused several hours last night on that one class and I will do more today.  All work must be turned in by midnight, so I have 11-12 hours to study and also take time to go to church.  All is well.  There is no panic in my life at this time.  I will try to remember assignments in all my classes from now on.

Husband is in a good place these past few days.  He has not fallen since Tuesday.  He will take care of most of his messes with very little prompting from me.  He is definitely better physically than he has been, but I know it is only temporary.  He still drinks 15-20 standard drinks every 24 hours.  It makes no medical sense that he is alive.  It is a miracle, but he does not realize that.

the test

Wouldn’t you know, right after I wrote that last post and asked Jesus for patience, I had the opportunity to display patience and kindness.  I passed but not with flying colors.

I checked on my husband to find him lying in the doorway to the backyard. Still breathing, not bleeding, and somewhat awake.  I had to pull him in a bit so he had room to roll over and get onto his knees.  He didn’t have anything close by to help him to push up on one side.  He refused to use the walker and instead asked for my hand.  I was not going to pull him and risk throwing my back out.  I braced myself and held out my flexed arm as something he could pull on.  This whole ordeal took 15-20 minutes because he kept arguing with me about proper body mechanics, telling me that I don’t know my excrement, but I am full of it.  I did tell him to shut up several times even though I have ingrained in my brain that “shut up” is an impolite term.

I did not berate him for his behaviors or all of his irrational and obscene statements.  I just wanted to make sure he could come all the way inside the house and I could get the door closed.  It seemed like an eternity because he was moving so slow.  It was really quite sad because I wondered how much of this loss of muscle ability is due to the amount of alcohol today or the cumulative effect over the years.

Once on his feet again he commanded me to go away and leave him alone.  So I complied.  I did check on him a half hour later.  He was coming up the stairs to go to bed.  He apologized for saying some very unkind things earlier in the morning.  I didn’t say that I forgave him.  I did tell him that I was used to it because he gets really stupid when he drinks.

Standard procedure when he leaves the basement is that I go down there to turn off the tv and lights and make sure the outside door is closed.  Today I also had to pick up soaked disposable underwear that had just been left on the floor.  There was also a massive wet spot in a line towards the toilet.  Mopping up urine and sanitizing the floor was suddenly on my to-do list.

Alcoholism is such a horrible disease.

Got everything cleaned up and tried to study.  The song in my brain that is making it hard to concentrate reminds me that in spite of failing here and there in this Christian life, God still loves me.

Finals Week

It’s finals week, my head is scrambled, and I am so ready for a change in classes and scenery.  The day after my last exam I am going to fly out to see my mom and spend 5 days with her!  I have not seen her in over a year and am really excited to relax with her.  But, I still worry a bit about things here at home.

I will make sure that I have enough alcohol in the house so none of the kids have to buy any for their dad.  Same with all the other personal items he will need while I am gone.  I am praying that he doesn’t die while I am away, because I don’t want the kids to have to find him or deal with all the practical stuff that has to occur.  Just in case, though, I have written step by step instructions and phone numbers of what to do and who to call.  My husband wants to be cremated, so I bought an urn just because I want to be prepared.

When I am seeing that my husband’s skin tone is turning a grayish yellow color, when my in-laws are having health problems, and when I see the signs of incredible hurt and sadness in my kids, I have to run to the only one who can handle it all.  Jesus is the only God who is so loving and kind and concerned about all the little details.

The ugly inside of me is oozing out when I interact with my husband.  I seem to have no patience.  I am ready to be done with this term at school and I am ready to be done with watching a slow death unfold.  I still want to walk on the path God has placed me on, I just want to go faster. Like a child on a long car ride I ask, “Are we there yet?”.  Jesus please help me to be patient and content.

I was playing an old cd the other day and came across one song by Twila Paris that I have always loved.  The orchestration is beautiful, the melody sticks in my head, and the words express the deepest longings of my heart.  “Where He leads me I will follow, when He calls me I will hear…”

Your Love Never Fails

I am so thankful for neighbors who have given us buckets of water so we can flush the toilets.  I slept well and woke up exhausted.  In my mind I heard songs reminding me that I am held in the Father’s hands.  I read that God promises to never leave me, to give me strength, and to always take care of me and cause me to become more like Him.  I still feel physically tired and am emotionally level.  I am trying to not grumble or complain.  Even without running water, I have been given too many things to ever justify whining over something that is not there.  We have a house with electricity.  We have plenty of food and clothing.  I am still a bit annoyed with my husband because he has inconvenienced all of us.

I spent time this morning focusing on God through songs.  It is the only way to gain real strength, especially this morning when I would love to just crawl back in bed and do nothing all day.  Now, after worship, a chat with the water company, caffeine, and a nutrition shake, it is time to get some school work done.  Hopefully, the water can be turned on before I need to leave for class.

No Water!

After about 5 hours of sleep, it was time to get up and start my day.  Found husband sleeping on the floor, in a narrow hallway that I and the dogs needed to travel, and the door to the back yard wide open.  So, I tried to get him to stand, or to crawl back down to the basement because his clothes were wet and he needed to change.  Several minutes of trying proved worthless, so the next plan was for me to change his wet clothes where he lay.  I was able to get the dogs outside for a potty break, but needed husband to move before they could eat breakfast.  Getting him up and off the floor was not only a physical challenge, but a test of my patience.  He would not listen to me because he does not trust me, and he thinks that I am full of bovine excrement.  Compounding everything was the fact that I had a limited amount of time before I needed to be off to school.  I really was not happy with him.

Once he was able to get up, I had to wash the urine off the floor, feed the dogs, and get ready for my day.  I had 20 minutes before I had to be out of the house.  God must have slowed down the clock because I made it out the door on time.

Most of my school day was spent at the hospital taking care of patients (the reason I could not be late).   My main patient was someone I took care of last time.  Their health had improved so much it was like night and day!  We shared a wonderful day filled with good news, laughter, and joyful optimism.  And, I just love being around the younger students!

Traffic coming home was horrible, but there were plenty of good songs on the radio.  When I finally got back in the house, I confronted husband about the actions of the morning.  He did not remember any of it.  He appeared to be a miserable, broken, old man, full of regret and shame.  My anger towards him turned to feeling sorry for him.  He was weak and thirsty so I tried to get him a glass of water.  That’s when I found out that the water had been shut off.

The bill for water and sewer is in husband’s name and his email.  I had no idea it wasn’t being paid.  Customer service has set hours which ended right before I could call and make the payment.  Now we have no water and it could take up to two days to get it turned back on again.

We have enough cash in our checking account to cover all expenses for the year.  Why didn’t he pay the bill?  He had set up the autopay option incorrectly and deliberately chose to ignore all email notices from the water company.  Yes, I got upset with him.

My husband used to be a near genius with all things computer.  Today, even though he is not drunk, he couldn’t even correctly forward emails to me.  I realized that I can no more get mad at him for this lapse of judgement, as I could get mad at a blind person for incorrectly describing the landscape.

Drained and calm, tired and filled with pity is how I would describe myself now.  It has been a long day.