I got a bead stuck up my nose… in all honesty, I stuck a bead up my nose when I was about eight years old and had to go to the doctor to get it out. When you get anything stuck anywhere there is a franticness that sets in. The bead gets dug even deeper, the kid with the elbow between the chair slats wedges even tighter (one of my kids).
When my grandson came to visit a few years ago he got his finger stuck in my pantry door. Anything stuck makes me feel so frantic on the inside and his wailing really made made it worse. I highlight those stuck moments in my mind along with other painful moments like falling off my skateboard. I thought I could go faster if I ran and jumped on it. I went up in the air and landed on the concrete where I felt like I kept landing… it was a strange sensation… and I remember laying there looking up at the sky and plumeria trees (we lived in Hawaii) and boy do I remember having to go to school the next day and sit.
What do you do in ongoing life stucky-ness? Being a 24/7 caregiver for a person with any illness with no end is stuck time that drags on.
We are stuck in my husband’s dementia.
Usually I deal with it better.
Today I am not feeling well.
I feel like I’m coming down with a cold which is making me feel aggravated with his telling and repeating all his weird delusional tales he makes up.
Stuck in dementia… trying to at least emotionally climb out like the painted turtle above.