Staying Afloat

Somehow, some way, I am staying afloat...despite the ups and downs with my husband's illness (My Soulmate, June 17)...I am staying afloat. It's not easy by any means...it is truly the hardest thing I have had to do in my 49 years...and it doesn't get any easier each day...it actually gets harder.

Yesterday was the worst day...not only does my husband have a wound vac in his leg (just like Tony Soprano had after his uncle shot him in the stomach...the surgeons were sure to tell me all about this wound vac when they operated...and Tony got better...hopefully that means that my husband will too)...but my husband also has a yeast infection and now a blood infection...he is fighting for his life...and I am fighting to stay afloat.

I went swimming the other day...I am not a very good swimmer...but it was a warm, sunny day...and I needed to feel the sunshine...especially after leaving the cold, sterile hospital room where my husband lies in his puffy bed (they've given him a blow up bed that almost looks like a waterbed...they say it is good for his circulation)...wish he could have gone swimming with me...but he doesn't like wearing bathing suits and he is not a very good swimmer either...I took swimming lessons when I was younger...when I went to day camp when I was six or seven years old...I was always afraid of the water...especially the deep water...even at 49...the deep water still scares me...and while I enjoy swimming...it is not one of my favorite sports (I'm not very good at any sport...I'm more of an armchair sportswoman)... unlike my older sister who took swimming lessons later in life and now swims 50 laps several times a week...I just try to stay afloat...and relax while I doggy paddle.

I arrived at the pool later in the day...I sat by the edge near the deep end...I always sit by the lefthand side...in the last lap lane where there is a stepladder so I am assured a way out of the pool (there is no way my 49 year old arms can lift my 49 year old lower half of my body out of the side of the pool without a stepladder)... I was wearing one of my many Speedo bathing suits which I always wear (at least I look like a good swimmer even if I can barely stay afloat)...I dipped my feet in the chilly water...then my thighs went in...and then I plunged in...I was proud of myself...I needed to feel that rush of coldness...that chilly water all over my body...I needed to forget about that sterile hospital room...about my husband's illness...about the past week and a half that has turned my life and my family's life upside down.

I swam a few laps...back and forth...up and down...it felt so good...chilly...but good...I was able to stay afloat for about 10 laps...then my arms started to tire...I went to look for one of my favorite swimming accessories...my favorite water noodle...the long foamy noodle that keeps me afloat when I tire out...but there were no noodles to be found...I looked in the three foot section where the kids were playing...no noodles...I looked in the six foot section where the older teens were hanging out...no noodles...I noticed one purple noodle in the corner of the pool...close enough that I could reach it...but when I swam over to the noodle...I noticed it had a name on it...it was Victoria's purple noodle...and Victoria would not share her noodle with a 49 year old woman...I was noodleless...no more swimming for me...I just couldn't stay afloat any longer...no more noodles for everyone at the pool this year...that's the new rule...wonder why Victoria knew about this new "bring your own noodle" rule and no one told me.

I went to Target today...I bought two Original Funnoodles (America's Favorite #1 Selling Pool Toy for those ages 5+...guess that includes me too...I'm definitely more than five)...and I'm putting my name on these noodles...just like Victoria did (who I think was about 5 years old)...and I'm taking them to the pool the next time I go...I'm going to stay afloat for more than 10 laps next time I go to the pool...and I'm going to stay afloat as my husband lies in his puffy bed...I know there will be more sunny days for me...and hopefully, my hubby will share one of my Funnoodles with me sometime in the future...maybe for my 50th birthday we will go to the Bahamas and swim in the pool...I'll pack my Funnoodles in my suitcase...when he is all better...and doesn't need his puffy bed anymore...I bought two yellow Funnoodles so we'll match...he'll likely be skinny enough to wear a Speedo bathing suit...we'll definitely be a pair...staying afloat together.

Judi

When You're Smilin'

My husband smiled at me yesterday...it made my day...and he opened his eyes...that made my day even better...and he squeezed my hand...even if he didn't know what he was doing...I was okay with that...it felt so good to know that even in the smallest way...he knew I was there...there by his side hoping and praying for his speedy recovery. (My Soulmate-June 17)

Good thing he didn't see my smile...I have to improve my smile...maybe for my 50th birthday I'll turn those buttercups into pearly whites...like when I was younger... never did have very good teeth...my front tooth has been capped for the past 30 years...it's ready for a new one...and my other front tooth is discolored as well...I drink too much coffee and tea (but I can't stop my coffee and tea...especially not my favorite Starbucks decaf skim latte grande)...and my upper tooth on the right has a silver filling that is starting to show through.

"What should I do," I said to my dentist at my six month check-up this past week..."should I live with my aging teeth...or should I finally make my smile brighter at 50?"

"Is it our teeth that give away our age?" I thought to myself. I better start thinking more seriously about all this whitening stuff...only six months to go to the 5-0. Should I try the Crest 5 minute whitening treatment(that's about all the time I have right now...but if I can get the process started...maybe it will work...at least temporarily ...except for the capped tooth which does not respond to whitening ingredients...and that is my front tooth...so I may end up with a two-tone smile...nope...that is not a very good idea).

My dentist recommends I get the Zoom Chairside Whitening System first...then follow with two new veneers for my front teeth...and some bonding for the tooth with the silver filling. I didn't ask what this Zoom and Veneer job will cost (will worry about that later)...I have to think about this first...but I'm getting up the courage to move to the next step...and ask to see the $$$$ signs.

My dentist is so nice...so is my dental hygenist...I know they want me to look my best for my 50th birthday...and I was so pleased to hear that my receding gum line is just that...a receding gum line...no periodontal disease...thank you Dr. R...thank you...thank you...that is one thing I didn't want to have to worry about right now...I have enough to worry about.

Then it was time to make my next dental appointment. "Do you want to make your checkup for January 2008...that's about six months from now," said my dental hygenist. "January," I said, "I can't make my six month appointment for January 2008...do you know what January 2008 is...it is my 50th birthday...and I don't know where I will be...I could be someplace fabulous...in some resort or spa in a European city where I've never been before...being at the dentist is definitely not on my list for January 2008...unless it is to get my new teeth and my new smile." "Okay," she said, "I understand...how about December 20, 2007"...it sounded so much better...yes..."December 20th it is," I told her, "and I'll let you know beforehand what I decide about my new teeth and my new smile."

Smiling has definitely been on my mind this week...from the dentist...to the hospital room where my husband will hopefully be smiling again...sometime really soon.

Yes, a smile makes all the difference...as Louis Armstrong sang...

When you're smilin'....keep on smilin'
The whole world smiles with you
And when you're laughin'....keep on laughin'
The sun comes shinin' through

But when you're cryin'.... you bring on the rain
So stop your frownin'....be happy again
Cause when you're smilin'....keep on smilin'
The whole world smiles with you

Judi

While You Were Sleeping

Lately I feel like Sandra Bullock in the movie "While You Were Sleeping"...remember how she visited Peter Gallaghar who was in a coma...and the family thought she was the fiance...but instead she got close with the family and ended up marrying the younger brother Bill Pullman. It was one of my favorite Sandra Bullock movies.

Wish I was in the movies instead of living in reality...I'm not getting close with any other family...no cute younger brother to fall in love with...and the man under sedation in the real ICU bed is really my husband (My Soulmate-June 17) ...I'm the wife who is praying every day that my husband will get stronger so I can tell him that "while you were sleeping"...

- I put out the garbage and the recycling and arranged the newspapers on Tuesday...just like you like the bins and the newspapers arranged (except, I didn't need to put out the bottle bin...as there was no pile up of water bottles...the water bottles you drink every day were not there...because while you were sleeping you couldn't drink any water...no water with a ventilator

- I made dinner every night...or attempted to make dinner for my son and me...not as good as your dinners...you are a good cook...did I ever tell you that...I did this week while you were sleeping

- I had a lot of time to think about a whole bunch of things while I sat in the hospital room while you were sleeping...especially all the places I want to go...after I turn 50...or maybe if you're all better during the later half of my 49th year...yes...I want to do some of those things...like go back to our favorite spot in Santa Monica or Marina del Rey...and make plans for our new kitchen...new kitchen counters and cabinets too...I know we'll fight over the cabinets...just like we did during the bathroom renovation last year...that's why...while you were sleeping...I decided on all the kitchen decor...so you won't have to worry when you wake up

- I set my alarm clock each night so I would get up on time for work...and I gave our son his morning pill each morning...and I actually set the alarm correctly and it worked...I wasn't late...not one day

- I was by your side and I stroked your head and held your hand...I yelled a few times to try to wake you up...but you did not cooperate...you did not wake up...but I know while you were sleeping you were having some good dreams...you were resting...so when you wake up you can take me dancing...that's what we will do...you owe me a dance for my 50th birthday...the Rainbow Room atop Rockefeller Center...do they still have dancing...I will have to check and see...meantime, you better wake up soon... we have to start practicing the Cha Cha and Rumba...my birthday is only about six months away!

Judi

My Soulmate

This wasn't the Father's Day I was expecting...I had planned to take my husband out to dinner on Saturday night...we had argued earlier in the week about which restaurant we would go to...the steak restaurant he wanted to go to (even though I'm not a big steak eater or the seafood restaurant I wanted to go to)...and then I was going to make him his favorite spinach pie for dinner on Sunday with phyllo dough...just the way he likes it...I was going to cook...just for him.

But, sadly...life took a twist and a turn...a roller coaster ride you could say...not like the menopausal roller coaster...but a bit rougher ride...he had a complication from his catheritization earlier in the week...I thought his heart was back in rhythm...it was in rhythm for a few days...but then the beat went off-key...his rhythm turned into a clot and he was bleeding internally...and the next thing I knew his blood pressure was all the way down to 60 over 40...and he was in ICU...and I was thinking...I'm 49...I'm not even 50...I'm not ready to lose my soulmate...the person who has been next to me in bed for the past 23 years (24 if you count the year before we were married...one of our happiest I might add...living in sin...as my mother and father would say)...no...I was not going to lose my soulmate...not on Father's Day weekend...and not before my 50th birthday.

It was a scary roller coaster ride this weekend...lots of twists and turns...but thanks to great doctors, surgeons, nurses...and a whole lot of prayers...my husband got knocked down but he is going to get up again...he is not going to miss my 50th birthday...I won't let him...and I won't let him miss his birthday tomorrow either...I'm going to sing him a happy birthday song...even if he doesn't remember (I'm not a very good singer anyway)...even if he can't blow out his candles right now...I'm going to sing him a happy birthday tune...and maybe I'll eat a piece of birthday cake for him...or a birthday cupcake...even if he can't enjoy it now...I'll enjoy it for him.

Life is truly testing me during my 49th year...it's hitting me hard...but I'm like the Helen Ready song, "I am Woman, Hear Me Roar!"...yes those twists and turns on the roller coaster of life are doing a number on me...especially this week and this weekend....life is testing me...am I passing

...I shed a few tears (okay, I shed many tears...and will likely shed many more...I'm allowed a few extras for the menopausal tears and the roller coaster tears)
...I had to make some tough decisions...do I let me kids see their dad in this condition or not...I said "no"...did I make the right decision...I don't know...but I made a decision...which is something that is not easy for me to do...especially when I'm on a roller coaster
...I cooked my spinach pie anyway...I made a huge spinach pie and my son and I ate a few pieces and I froze the rest for a later date when my husband is well and I can bring him a piece in rehab
...I bought a birthday card for my hubby...even though he is sedated and won't remember the card...I'm going to bring it to him tomorrow...it's good that he won't remember it...because I think it is the same exact card that I bought him for his birthday last year (it's a really great card so he will just have to get it two years in a row)
...I went food shopping...haven't done the family food shopping in a long...long...long time...but my sweet dear hubby...who normally does this chore...left a list for me (maybe he knew he was going to be sick)...down to the last aisle of where I had to go to find the peanut butter...the super chunky kind...I did a pretty good job...only forgot one or two items on the list.

I'm passing...but I can't wait to have my soulmate back...by my side...to complain to when I come home from work...to talk to about his (and my) aches and pains...to age with...to love...even if he hides the Saran Wrap in a place where I cannot find it when he is not here and I run out of Saran Wrap to wrap up all the extra pieces of spinach pie...I miss my soulmate...hope he gets better soon and comes back home so I can give him a big hug.

Judi

Commencing on 50

It's June. And that means that there will be graduations...every year since my 21st...this time of year I always think back to my college graduation...never thought I would graduate from college...at least not the college I started out at in 1975...all those letters I wrote home saying..."I hate it here...not going to make it here...too hard here...too cold here...too much work here"...then the next thing I remember it was four years later and I was walking down the path to the big Cornell University stadium with my mom and dad cheering me on...that was 1979...(two more years and it will be my 30th reunion...how can that be)...so glad I can still remember those days...especially since I forget so many things lately.

When I see all the young graduates today...I'm in awe...I think I can relate better to the kindergarten grads than the high school grads...some of those high achieving high schoolers have done more in their 18 years than I've done in my 49...and forget about the college grads...many have been all over the world...yes...all over the world...when I was in college I was happy in my own little world...didn't even think about seeing the entire world...not me...although I did go cross country as a chaperone on a teen tour the summer after I graduated...I traveled across the western part of the USA and into Western Canada...spent two months with 50 teenagers...not sure which was more fascinating...seeing all the sites...or seeing how many teenagers could climb over my sleeping bag to try to get out of the tent for the night...(that's right...now I remember...it was a camping trip...now I remember exactly why I never became a teacher).

Just read all the excerpts from several of this year's commencement speakers...Gloria Steinem spoke at Smith College...Angela Davis spoke at University of California and Grinnell College...and Laura Bush was at Pepperdine University...commencement speeches are always so inspiring...of course they are inspiring to me now that I'm 49... I'm interested to hear what these wise women have to say...I bet all the twentysomethings find them boring...except for the alpha over-achievers...I don't even remember who spoke at my college commencement...nope...can't even remember who it was...obviously didn't make an impact on my life...well..maybe it did and I just can't remember what the impact was.

I was thinking the other day what I would say to all the graduates...that is if I was ever asked to give a commencement speech...I'll have to write my book first...then maybe some school will ask me to speak at their graduation...when I'm a famous author maybe I will go to Pepperdine University and give a commencement speech (just like Laura Bush)...I still have time...I'm only 49...there's many graduation speeches to give...but what would I tell my graduates?

I think I'd tell them about storming, norming and performing...I'd tell them that the years after they graduate they will be storming, norming and performing...and then they will do it all over again...that's right...in my early 20s I stormed...moved around from job to job and guy to guy...later in my 20s and 30s I normed...got married...had kids...settled down...in my 40s I was really performing...the best at my job...my career was on the rise...I was a working mom doing it all...or at least I thought I was doing it all.

Now as I approach 50...I'm ready to do it all over again (not the kids...just the storming, norming, performing)...yep...I'm ready to storm again...I'm graduating all over again...this is my commencement year...(it's almost there...I'll turn 50 in a few months...but it is June and that is when commencement happens...so I'm going to celebrate my 49th...almost 50th year...and think about all the storming that is coming up.)

This time I'm so much wiser...so much more experienced...I do know now what I didn't know then...therefore, watch out world...the storm may start out as a drizzle...but I think this time around...I may want to have a thunderstorm...and I'm 50...so I don't mind if it's a hard rain storm...let it hail...I have my umbrella...I'm ready to graduate.

Judi

P.S. - If I'm graduating I do deserve some graduation presents...maybe I should get the pair of red shoes that I've wanted this year...I found the exact pair of red shoes...the same as my black patent leather Tahari ones...only in red...yes...I think I'll buy myself my red Tahari pumps at piperlime.com...the fresh shoe shop from Gap...sounds like a good idea to me...then I'll finally have my red pumps to match my red bag...I think this is going to be a good commencement.