In a household two people with a neurological brain disorder… I have witnessed much . I realized soon we have to rethink our ideas about illness and old age. Above all, we must stop the cruel practice of isolation.
I have so little time. And the impulse to express so strong. This is why for the next bit – shortcuts, not so fluent Pidgin English …
The move. We are all moving. All of Spain looking to reduce the cost of rents. Spaces to live. And here too, Maria , Emilio – you will know him soon. Herman… all moving. Reducing.
Now we are one floor down. Our space reduced by more than half. What you see above, the same. The sunlight, the sounds. Only the colors of the laundry slightly change.
The movers –Russian . To hear Russian words again after so long… My tongue so clumsy, rusty now.
Our beds fit nicely in our living room. With the open kitchen, I can always see Shelly. I don´t run now. I only look. Every little sound is clear.
And last night – 4 am – Shelly cannot breathe. Strong mucus. I try to take it out with two machines. No go. An alarmist doctor. An ambulance.
All night at the hospital. Maria looking for us, sick with worry.
But then the verdict– the lungs are clean. And we are home again.
Now more mucus, heavy breathing. But the oxygen in the blood is 91. Normal.
Upstairs– still more stuff. To throw. To give away. What to do with our rich days things? We also throw and give away. And soon the helping hands of Herman, Barbara. Maybe others.
The sounds of our household : children outside screaming with strong lungs. Shelly´s heavy breathing. The oxygen tank hooting. The doorbell. Cecilia.
The smells: heavy glue. Manol fixing no-hot-water. The smell is strong and I am so allergic. I sense a migraine coming.
I hope the words make sense. I am looking for a way to write faster. To speak my heart. I want to feel words I was not born with. Still a little foreign. Thank you all. Anna For more blogs www.homecarediary.net Please feel free to pass it on.