Used to be that I could go from undressed to out in about 20 minutes, including a shower and a shave, but I’m slower these days. After the stroke, it could take me easily over an hour, and now it is somewhere in between.
I’d had a conversation with my wife about going shopping today – I was tied up with my charity work this afternoon, so I said that if she went in the morning, I would go with her, but I had to stay home after lunch.
This morning, about 8AM, my wife came and said that she was going shopping at 9:30AM. So just to give myself as much time as possible, I stopped what I was doing and got into the shower. I was done and dressed in 30 minutes. I made the mistake of saying that I was dressed to my wife.
Thinking I had an hour before we went out, I set about uploading my blood sugar data from my glucometer to my computer. That’s a manual process, reading the numbers off the monitor and typing them into the program, plus I was behind a couple of weeks. Still, I had an hour…easily long enough. So I started copying numbers.
Unbeknown to me, however, my wife had got dressed (I bath at the start of the day, she at the end) and in fifteen minutes she was out waiting for me in the car. Needless to say, nowhere near enough time, so I had to abandon my task.
We got the shopping, and my plan was that when we got home, I’d take my meds and eat my breakfast – my insulin absolutely requires that I eat breakfast, lunch and supper. My wife had other ideas – she wanted me to join her doing some gardening when we got home. I had a window of just a couple of hours before I had to start calling clients, so was not best pleased. I ended up gardening and cutting my hand. With the meds I take after the stroke, cutting myself is not good news. One of them comes complete with a black skull-and-crossbones on the label, for exactly that reason. This bloody scratch took an hour before it stoppedcbleeding.
Tick tock. As it was, the gardening I got done was minimal, but I got my calls done okay. But one of the effects was that I didn’t take part in a couple of prompts today. Shit happens, and I’m wanting to scale back my posting anyway.
The calls complete, I went to the fridge to grab a snack. The fridge, of course, was full after our shop. And the thing I wanted was behind a couple of other things. Try doing this one-handed! I had to take things out of the fridge and find somewhere to put them, just as pre-cursors to getting what I wanted.
This happens a lot now. I can’t do this, because first I need to do that, I can’t do that because first I need to do the other, and so on. And I end up with this whole daisy chain. It really pisses me off that I have to do all these tasks, unrelated to the task I actually want to perform. I guess I’ve just been doing this my whole life and just coping, but now I notice.
Like today. I’m carrying all of this food, one-handed, but there are no surfaces available. So I have to put all these things back in the fridge, then find myself having to first clear a space. When I finally get to what I want, I then have to put everything back into the fridge!
I don’t normally write about my stroke effects these days, but I do get value from looking at posts from years ago to see how I’ve improved. Let’s hope that one day, this post will be one of them!
When I take part in prompts, by the way, one of the things I like is to read the posts of the other respondents. I mean, put a 1,000 word post in front of me, or a ramble, and I’ll pass, but mostly, I’ll at least attempt to read things. Taking part is not just a committment to write something, but a committment to a fair amount of reading, too, especially when some of the prompts I take part in can have forty other respondents. I suspect that’s just me, I don’t know if anyone else does this. But at least by not writing anything, I don’t feel so bad about not reading anything. I guess I’ll never know… Tonight was strictly an evening for chilling by the TV.