Sunday, June 16, 2013
The first running of the Peachtree
This morning, my daughter-in-law and I did the Peachtree course. I walked most of the way and she ran most of the wait. she was kind enough to wait up for me in spots, so I defintely slowed her down. But we did 6.5 miles in 1:45. My goal is to finish in two hours so if I can hold to that I should be o.k. I have a few more weeks to train. thanks to Jen for going with me.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Sunday, June 09, 2013
Funny things my husband says
My husband said since I have been out running walking to get ready for this race I don't "jiggle" as much! For those that know my husband, that is a compliment. You take them however you can get them!
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
It's always something
I just haven't had a very good spring/early summer. Today I had a tumor removed from the inside of my cheek. Don't really know how long it has been there -- I thought a few weeks.....the doctor thinks longer. Anyway, since I am a little high on pain meds, I'll leave it at that. Won't get a biopsy report for a couple of weeks.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Peachtree Road Race
As I try to train for the Peachtree Road Race, I have lots of time to think. That's probably not a good thing. But, some of the things I have thought of lately are:
Too much time to think.
- If I set a goal to come in last at the Peachree I can probably achieve that goal.
- Was wondering if I could take my number off during the race and give it to someone else that would finish faster and have them carry it across the finish line
- Make a sign to put on my back that says" Caution Student
DriverRunner -- Expect Delays
Too much time to think.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Hurdles in Life
As I try to prepare myself to run walk the Peachtree Road Race in July, it seems like a big hurdle to jump. I'm not a runner, never been a runner. But, as I diligently trudge my old overweight body out to the streets to try to run -- the hurdle seems to get taller and taller. However, as I trudge up and down the hills I think of two of my friends battling breast cancer, another friend who just lost her 61 year old husband, and another friend that just found out she has stage four colon cancer. Those are big hurdles.....mine is not.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Meltdown Monday
It's hard for me to write this, but considering this is a blog about Dealing With Alzheimer's I must. This past Monday was really hard.
My husband was in St. Louis visiting his family. those of you that follow my blog know that I usually enjoy my time alone when he leaves -- it's real quiet and peaceful! And, it had been for several days. But then Monday morning came around.
I had purchased a new fishing rod and reel on Sunday. On Monday morning, I went to adjust the line and get it in working order. When I started to do it, it confused me. I couldn't quite figure out how to do it -- but it's pretty simple you know? I got frustrated pretty quickly and thought I'll just put it aside and come to it later. I then decided to go into my craft room and try to clean and straighten up the mess I had in there. When I went into the room, I couldn't clean it. I looked at everything -- there were stacks of paper everywhere, scissors, scraps of paper on the floor, etc. I knew that eventually I had to run the vacuum in that room, but I couldn't figure out how to pick things up off the floor in order to vacuum. I couldn't pick up the stacks of paper I had laying around and organize them or even straighten them to put away in their nice cubby hole. How hard is it to pick something up off the floor? But I could not do it. I decided to try something else.
I then went to do some laundry. I got the clothes in the washing machine, but I couldn't figure out how to turn the washer on. I should be able to do that in my sleep right?
I decided to leave that task and go outside for some fresh air. I had a major panic attack and couldn't go outside.
I had become a prisoner in my own house and couldn't do anything. I realized I was not in a good situation with all of this happening. I called several friends at home and at work and either they were not home or they weren't in their office. So, I broke down. I'm not a "crier", but I started to cry and I didn't stop. I tried to call my husband in St. Louis -- he knows how I get when things like this happen. But he wasn't answering his phone. Then I called my son. He has not experienced me this way and I am sure I scared him. When I am like this, I can only tell you that "I can't do anything". I am not capable of telling you all the things I can't do -- all I can get out of my mouth is "I can't do anything". I'm sure when my son picked up the phone and I was sobbing out of control he figured something had happened to me or his dad. He offered to come over but I told him no I just needed to hear his voice. After that phone call I finally got in touch with my husband, and although he wasn't here with me, he understood what was happening to me and it made me feel better. But it makes me feel so stupid when I can't do the simplest things. Logically, I know I am not stupid, but I can't get that out of my mind. I had thought of calling a neighbor to come help me but I didn't want to tell them that I couldn't turn my washer on! I feel like I have a big "S" on my head for stupid.
The thing about these episodes is that I know what I am suppose to do, but I cannot physically do it. It's like the instructions are written in a foreign language. The thought is in my brain but it can't be relayed into action. As you can imagine it is very frustrating. Things like this happen to me all the time, but not usually all at one time. Luckily, I didn't have anything that I absolutely had to do that day and of course I didn't. I honestly don't remember much of the rest of the day other than my husband and son both called to check on me. I was still crying a lot during the day which is not like me.
The rest of the week has been much better compared to my Meltdown Monday.
My husband was in St. Louis visiting his family. those of you that follow my blog know that I usually enjoy my time alone when he leaves -- it's real quiet and peaceful! And, it had been for several days. But then Monday morning came around.
I had purchased a new fishing rod and reel on Sunday. On Monday morning, I went to adjust the line and get it in working order. When I started to do it, it confused me. I couldn't quite figure out how to do it -- but it's pretty simple you know? I got frustrated pretty quickly and thought I'll just put it aside and come to it later. I then decided to go into my craft room and try to clean and straighten up the mess I had in there. When I went into the room, I couldn't clean it. I looked at everything -- there were stacks of paper everywhere, scissors, scraps of paper on the floor, etc. I knew that eventually I had to run the vacuum in that room, but I couldn't figure out how to pick things up off the floor in order to vacuum. I couldn't pick up the stacks of paper I had laying around and organize them or even straighten them to put away in their nice cubby hole. How hard is it to pick something up off the floor? But I could not do it. I decided to try something else.
I then went to do some laundry. I got the clothes in the washing machine, but I couldn't figure out how to turn the washer on. I should be able to do that in my sleep right?
I decided to leave that task and go outside for some fresh air. I had a major panic attack and couldn't go outside.
I had become a prisoner in my own house and couldn't do anything. I realized I was not in a good situation with all of this happening. I called several friends at home and at work and either they were not home or they weren't in their office. So, I broke down. I'm not a "crier", but I started to cry and I didn't stop. I tried to call my husband in St. Louis -- he knows how I get when things like this happen. But he wasn't answering his phone. Then I called my son. He has not experienced me this way and I am sure I scared him. When I am like this, I can only tell you that "I can't do anything". I am not capable of telling you all the things I can't do -- all I can get out of my mouth is "I can't do anything". I'm sure when my son picked up the phone and I was sobbing out of control he figured something had happened to me or his dad. He offered to come over but I told him no I just needed to hear his voice. After that phone call I finally got in touch with my husband, and although he wasn't here with me, he understood what was happening to me and it made me feel better. But it makes me feel so stupid when I can't do the simplest things. Logically, I know I am not stupid, but I can't get that out of my mind. I had thought of calling a neighbor to come help me but I didn't want to tell them that I couldn't turn my washer on! I feel like I have a big "S" on my head for stupid.
The thing about these episodes is that I know what I am suppose to do, but I cannot physically do it. It's like the instructions are written in a foreign language. The thought is in my brain but it can't be relayed into action. As you can imagine it is very frustrating. Things like this happen to me all the time, but not usually all at one time. Luckily, I didn't have anything that I absolutely had to do that day and of course I didn't. I honestly don't remember much of the rest of the day other than my husband and son both called to check on me. I was still crying a lot during the day which is not like me.
The rest of the week has been much better compared to my Meltdown Monday.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day
to everyone out there. I had some nice time with my son. I miss our "date nights" we used to have, so this probably came pretty close to those days. I appreciated him taking time for me today.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
dodging the question
several people asked me a question today and I found myself lying because I didn't want to admit the truth. that is kind of sad.
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Graduations, Awards and Rewards
I'm so proud of some of my young friends who are graduating in the next few months. My beautiful great neice Amelia (pictured below) is graduating at the top of her senior class at the ripe old age of 16 -- yes, 16. We are so proud of her. She has been accepted to several universities -- two in Atlanta
so we are hoping to see more of her. She'll be majoring in bio medical engineering.
My friend Christopher will be graduating from med school, and my friend Josh has decided to go for his PhD. I'm proud of everyone but as I write this I think that it also makes me feel old!
Today I had the privilege of going to a breakfast put on by the Grady College of Journalism at UGA. A friend of mine received a "Lifetime Achievement" award. While there I was re-acquainted with many people that I have worked with on various projects throughout the years. Two of them told me they read my blog and I was amazed -- but thank you both for telling me that you do click on here occasionally and keep up with my upside down world. It was nice to see everyone and congrats to my friend who certainly deserved it.
so we are hoping to see more of her. She'll be majoring in bio medical engineering.
My friend Christopher will be graduating from med school, and my friend Josh has decided to go for his PhD. I'm proud of everyone but as I write this I think that it also makes me feel old!
Today I had the privilege of going to a breakfast put on by the Grady College of Journalism at UGA. A friend of mine received a "Lifetime Achievement" award. While there I was re-acquainted with many people that I have worked with on various projects throughout the years. Two of them told me they read my blog and I was amazed -- but thank you both for telling me that you do click on here occasionally and keep up with my upside down world. It was nice to see everyone and congrats to my friend who certainly deserved it.
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