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P is for

Potential. I have heard that word a lot. I was told I had potential, as a child. "You have so much potential, you can do so much". Essentially it feels like I burnt my big P just pushing through my life.

Update

Like I mentioned in my last post, FIL/MIL shifted here. Initially FIL was admitted in a local nursing home, and only last week he has come home. There is no "treatment" as such. He needs good nursing, physiotherapy and timely medication to go on. There is a neat set of apparatus around his bed, and his oxygen saturation is monitored constantly. He is still unconscious and unresponsive, and makes grunting noises every once in a while.  My MIL is here, and to be frank, I was dreading it a bit. So far, she is only lamenting the complete absence of my housekeeping skills in a hushed voice to Gracy.  Last week, I took a trip I had almost cancelled to see my parents, and the family of my brother who were visiting at this time of the year (they mostly come at Christmas time, but they came early this year). My parents were sick, and my SIL too fell sick. Figlia had accompanied me. She is having a tiny run of small things happening together - a viral infection, an eye infecti...

Honey, I Purchased the Whole Challenge Catalogue

Caring for senile old men was never my forte. Beginning tomorrow, I will be hosting one. My FIL suffered a stroke in August. He has been in hospital since then, with a tracheostomy and a feeding tube in his stomach.  He is barely conscious, bed ridden, exhibiting no responses other than him opening his eyes at random moments. He has also developed a bed sore, pneumonia, and other things. While his initial hospitalization was covered by insurance, the latter stay was not. We still do not know if he will recover. So yes, things have changed at home. We cleared out a bedroom for him and his apparatus to be set up. My MIL would now be living with us.  I am still struggling with the idea of that disruption, and new order, and keeping the children away from bugs they should otherwise not be catching at home. I have to keep up with balancing the hope of staying firm yet polite, squeezing in some space for myself and not freaking out at every thing (like I do, as my f...