Suddenly I can breath again
I don't know if you've ever read the Julia Donaldson book 'A Squash and a Squeeze' but the story reminds me of my life at the moment. For those of you who haven't come across it a little old lady complains to a little old man that her house is too small. He tells her (and I don't know the order in which this happens so if you want the detail you'll have to read it) to take a cow into the house, then a pig, then a goat, then a chicken etc until her house is so full that she can't move. Next he tells her to let them out one by one until the house is empty once again. When she's done that all of a sudden her house seems huge. I think this is a metaphor for what's happening to me right now. First Ash was diagnosed with dementia and I thought my life was so complicated there was no room for anything else. Then Ash's driving license expired and he was bouncing off the walls and I thought that life was so complicated there was no room for anything else. Then my mum had her fall and went into hospital and I needed to drive an hour each way just to visit her and I thought that life was so complicated there was no room for anything else. Then we realised we needed to start planning for what happened when mum came out of hospital and that was one more thing to add into my life. Then there were places to look at and decisions to be made which took up even more time in my life. HOWEVER last week I found the perfect place for mum to move to and she's excited by the thought of it. Today a friend came to help prepare the house for the estate agent and by the time we'd finished it looked beautiful. Said estate agent came and pronounced the house 'almost perfect' so we're 'almost' ready to move forward. Finally this afternoon my mum was transferred to a small local hospital where she is being treated as a human being and I have high hopes that she will soon feel much better. On top of all that Ash is becoming far more relaxed about the wait for the driving license and suddenly life doesn't look quite so complicated or 'full' and I have the feeling that, when all of this is sorted and we're back to 'just' dealing with dementia, I'll have so much free time I won't know what to do with myself.