Monday, July 4, 2011

Small World

My son's medical crisis is now a medical siege.  He is not out of the woods yet, and will not be for several more weeks.  This is requiring more serenity of soul and maturity of spirit than I currently have at my disposal, and vodka martinis are definitely not an option at this time.

We have been released into a sort of "home" health care situation, which - since we are in Washington, DC (where my son was doing an internship this summer) and we actually live in Chicago - consists of a large room with two beds and a closet, a bathroom, and a kitchenette.  The kitchenette was a necessity because some of the meds need to be refrigerated.  We will be here for at least four more weeks.  It is, of course, ridiculously expensive and is being paid for by my mother, a thousand blessings upon that dear woman.

My beautiful daughter is here helping out, too, so these accomodations are being shared by three people.  Perhaps I will be developing that serenity and maturity very soon.

My world has, physically, shrunk in three ways:
  1. I am living in one room with two other people;
  2. I refuse to leave the room for longer than 30 minutes, and that's only if my daughter is there and she promises to call me if anything happens;
  3. I am living off the contents of my carry-on bag, which was hastily packed when I was in a highly emotional state.
Surprisingly, I managed to pack exactly the right things (almost).  Which is good because I don't have the time, money, inclination, or opportunity to go shopping.  I do admit to buying some toiletries, since the ones I brought won't last the 4-6 weeks of the siege, and a sweatshirt for sleeping in the cold hospital room. 

Otherwise, though, I think I'm pretty set for the next 40 days (amazing!) or until the weather changes, which is quite a packing accomplishment, since my carry-on was a 16 x 20" duffel bag.  I won't go over exactly what I brought, but I will say that you can get a lot of mileage out of a maxi-skirt and a pair of Havaiianas.  At least until winter.  And I'm not promising that there won't come a time when I don't run screaming to The Gap.

(Two things that I should have packed, but didn't:  pajama pants and nail polish.  I don't manicure my hands, but the Havaiianas definitely need a pedicure.  Just sayin'.)

As for contact with the outside world, I have found that almost any concievable need that a human being can possible have can be satisfied by a dynamic combination of CVS and Whole Foods Market, both of which are five minutes away from me, for which I am profoundly grateful. 

In some ways, the downsizing of my existence echoes the experience of my social demotion, way back when I was first underemployed.  I thought I was doing a great job at learning to survive on a smaller - and cheaper - scale back then, but I realize now that it was nothing compared to this!  The next step can only be being dropped in the middle of the wilderness with a pocketknife.  Which I sincerely hope doesn't happen to me, since the closest I care to be to a wilderness is Holiday Inn.

Last, but hardly least, are the issues I am having with doing my writing on my son's laptop.  I am going to say that the advantage of mobility does not equal the handiness of the mouse.  But I'm learning.

And before signing out, let me express my love and thanks to SO many people who have been SO loving and supportive.  I probably couldn't be doing this without you.

Love me some family and friends!

1 comment:

the nyanzi report said...

Best wishes to you and your family in these trying times.