To those who don't know it yet, Liam is back home. She returned on Tuesday, 3-23-2010. So far so good. She's pretty stable. In good spirit most of the time. Asks for food and takes small bites. She's tired and ooowie occasionally, but overall it looks good.
Three times a week she will go to Egleston for dialysis. Her first visit (our of the house) was yesterday. In previous visits (from the hospital) she almost always came out exhausted and nauseated. But yesterday she came out pretty well and survived the ride home.
Work
While at the hospital, Rachel didn't "have to" do any job except for being mom (in reality, she always helped the nurses and even did the work for them). At home, however, she's extremely busy. Beside being mom, she's also the head nurse, often the Dr, and of course, my wife (hey Rache, one beer and a snack, please...sports is starting soon...hey Rache, I'm hungry....) We do get the help of professional nurses several times a week, but they are all still learning everything so Rachel is a teacher too.
The compact guide to being a couple
Yesterday, for the first time in I-don't-know-how-many-years, Rachel and I spent time together without kids....for 20 minutes - while we drove to the airport to pick Meitav up. 20 minutes....oh, how I LOVE I-85 south.....
The Laundry Basket Guide to Spirituality
The most efficient way to wash the sheets is to remove them from the bed, wash, dry, and put them right back on. Within one hour I have the bed re-made with the same sheets all cleaned. This work, on paper, includes wash, dry, ironing, folding, and making the bed. Five for the price of one (wait, that didn't sound right...oh well, you know what I mean...). That's the credit I'm receiving, which is all that matter.
But wait, there's more: since I'm so efficient, that leaves me all this time to pray that all the unidentified items at the bottom of the basket - the unmatched socks, not-my-bras, etc. - will soon disappear. But apparently something ain't right. I'm either not praying correctly or I'm addressing the wrong gods. Because the lonely socks are still there. The entire world prays for their gods and they sure that they're being heard. Me, nada. Strange.....
Three times a week she will go to Egleston for dialysis. Her first visit (our of the house) was yesterday. In previous visits (from the hospital) she almost always came out exhausted and nauseated. But yesterday she came out pretty well and survived the ride home.
Work
While at the hospital, Rachel didn't "have to" do any job except for being mom (in reality, she always helped the nurses and even did the work for them). At home, however, she's extremely busy. Beside being mom, she's also the head nurse, often the Dr, and of course, my wife (hey Rache, one beer and a snack, please...sports is starting soon...hey Rache, I'm hungry....) We do get the help of professional nurses several times a week, but they are all still learning everything so Rachel is a teacher too.
The compact guide to being a couple
Yesterday, for the first time in I-don't-know-how-many-years, Rachel and I spent time together without kids....for 20 minutes - while we drove to the airport to pick Meitav up. 20 minutes....oh, how I LOVE I-85 south.....
The Laundry Basket Guide to Spirituality
The most efficient way to wash the sheets is to remove them from the bed, wash, dry, and put them right back on. Within one hour I have the bed re-made with the same sheets all cleaned. This work, on paper, includes wash, dry, ironing, folding, and making the bed. Five for the price of one (wait, that didn't sound right...oh well, you know what I mean...). That's the credit I'm receiving, which is all that matter.
But wait, there's more: since I'm so efficient, that leaves me all this time to pray that all the unidentified items at the bottom of the basket - the unmatched socks, not-my-bras, etc. - will soon disappear. But apparently something ain't right. I'm either not praying correctly or I'm addressing the wrong gods. Because the lonely socks are still there. The entire world prays for their gods and they sure that they're being heard. Me, nada. Strange.....
מזל טוב! חג שמח!
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