Monday, March 12, 2012

how do you take this thing off?

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I am technically not single yet.  But daily, I learn a new aspect of life where I am truly on my own. Some days, this brings tons of joy. Others, great frustration.

Last week, I'm going to go with the "frustration" part.

As Mom2Amara, I've taught my daughter the basics. Tying her shoe. Brushing her teeth. And how to dress, which in turn leads to her undressing herself. I think Amara's a pretty sassy independent third grader.

But I don't think this is what she and I envisioned when we discussed pairing accessories with our outfits.

the culprits

Last week, I found myself in a predicament I never imagined - I was sitting in an emergency room. Alone.

I drove myself to the hospital, and the nurses took me immediately into a room. Whaaaaat? No waiting room? I had no time to process I was even at the hospital let alone by myself. It wasn't until two hours later I realized oh. my. gawd. I'm on my own. No one was there to hold my hand. 

But I handled the visit. It was when I was finally sent home that I flipped out. I had two fabulous accessories on my wrist. The identification band was a cinch to remove. Slipped right off. But the gorgeous neon orange "allergy" band was wrapped so tightly around my arm, I thought it might cut off circulation at some point. So in search of scissors I went.

The orange bracelet was on my right wrist. Did I mention I'm right handed? Have you ever tried to use scissors with the hand you don't write with? Yea, doesn't work so well. And when I say that, I mean it doesn't work period.

I screamed and pouted as I tried to take that damn thing off. I tried to rip it apart. I tried the scissors again. I jumped up and down. I tried osmosis. I cursed erythromycin and morphine, the reasons why I had to wear the fricking thing anyways. It was almost comical

Until I started to cry. Amara was in bed. And there was no one else to take off this awful reminder of my hospital visit.

Such a small thing in the grand scheme of things. But it's kinda like when I was pregnant - why doesn't anyone warn you about things like this?

I eventually got the allergy bracelet off. But it made me recognize and take note of all the other things I'm going to have to do on my own. Like cleaning the bathroom. Buying a car. Forgoing mid-week GNO's when I have Amara.

Life's certainly changed in the last year. But with each day, I learn something new. Including how to take off a hospital bracelet.

(Blogger's note: Yes, I have loving, kind friends who were willing to come up to keep me company at the hospital [A huge thank you to all of you. You know who you are.], but I was okay. I'm typing this post, aren't I?)

2 comments :

  1. Life always changes. Nothing ever says the same. The first year alone is hardest but it gets easier. What has helped me is my girlfriends and my sisters. Having them around makes me forget the aloneness. And there is aloneness even with our kids around. Hang in there. (((Hugs))) to you. -Lana

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  2. You have great friends and family, you will never be alone! And if you ever dare buy a car w/o calling my hubby, you are crazy! He likes to negotiate for sport. The man loves getting a good deal ion a car. :)

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