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Authors: Jody Pardo, Jennifer Tocheny
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realized I hadn’t taken any Xanax all day and that made two days in a row. I was trying not to take them unless I absolutely needed them. I wanted to wean myself off the damn medication, but this was the box filled with our family stuff.
I palmed Braxton’s first stiff white walking shoes as I sifted through countless collaged frames of family pictures, Braxton’s baby book, and my wedding album. If I hung these up Ethel would surely ask questions. I still wore my wedding rings, but if she’d noticed, she hadn’t mentioned it. Tears started to flow as I flipped through our wedding album.
It had been a warm September Indian summer day in Pennsylvania. Over 200 people packed our small church for the ceremony and then danced until dawn in a kick-ass reception at the Knights of Columbus. Mason and I were so in love, complete opposites, but complemented each other like puzzles pieces.
We were supposed to raise Braxton, grow old together, and retire, but the accident took all that away from me. I sat on the floor surrounded by the memories of my boys; I was not ready to deal with this. So I packed up everything back into its box and placed it in the bottom of my bedroom closet.
I wanted a cigarette, badly. I hadn’t bought another pack after I’d relinquished my open pack to Ethel. I settled for some Mini Peanut Butter Oreos, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed to bed. It was after 11 and I was a hot mess. I was going to try to sleep this off. I would try unpacking again tomorrow after I got back from the office.
Ryan
I actually enjoyed online shopping. Like clockwork, the UPS guy showed up with my goods. He be-bopped up the ramp with my treasures. I was so thirsty. I could reach the little half bath sink off the living room, but I could only gather half a handful of water at a time without totally making a wet mess of myself.
The red Solo cup left over from yesterday’s drink had served the remainder of its life as a urinal. Even though I could have washed it, I couldn’t bring myself to drink from it.
The case of spring water on his hand truck was like an oasis in the desert. I felt like a kid at Christmas. As he reached my door, I opened it.
“Hey man, I am so glad to see you!”
“Good deal. Just sign here.” He handed me the electronic clipboard, and I scrawled my name across the screen with the cap of his pen.
“Where do you want this stuff?” he asked.
“If you could please put it on the dining room table, I would appreciate it,” I said as I rolled back and out of his way. He stacked the water and other items on the table.
“Later, man. Enjoy,” he called back as he closed the door behind himself.
I tore into the case of water first and downed one bottle of water, then opened another and took a long pull.
After I had my fill, I ripped into the box and pulled out my purchases, all except the phone. I pulled out my laptop, pulled up my order, then saw that the phone was coming Monday.
Dammit, one more day alone. Oreos and peanut butter crackers it is.
After eating an entire sleeve of Oreos, periodically dipping them in peanut butter, I pulled out the baby wipes tub and washed up as best I could. I really wanted a shower. This was frustrating. So close and yet so far. My shower and tub was an en suite off my bedroom, but I just couldn’t get through the door.
The wheelchair delivered to the house was standard issue with a heavy Tempur-Pedic foam seat. I contemplated crawling there, but I had no idea what I was going to do once I got there. I had no rails, safety pulls, or bathing bench. The nurse was supposed to take care of all that. So, I stayed in my chair or transferred to the couch and just got comfy. What was the use of dragging myself along the floor only to not be able to get up on the toilet or reach the faucets and such?
I have never been so bored in my life. Dougie and the guys were all out fishing, where I wanted to be. I sent Dougie an email explaining the situation
I palmed Braxton’s first stiff white walking shoes as I sifted through countless collaged frames of family pictures, Braxton’s baby book, and my wedding album. If I hung these up Ethel would surely ask questions. I still wore my wedding rings, but if she’d noticed, she hadn’t mentioned it. Tears started to flow as I flipped through our wedding album.
It had been a warm September Indian summer day in Pennsylvania. Over 200 people packed our small church for the ceremony and then danced until dawn in a kick-ass reception at the Knights of Columbus. Mason and I were so in love, complete opposites, but complemented each other like puzzles pieces.
We were supposed to raise Braxton, grow old together, and retire, but the accident took all that away from me. I sat on the floor surrounded by the memories of my boys; I was not ready to deal with this. So I packed up everything back into its box and placed it in the bottom of my bedroom closet.
I wanted a cigarette, badly. I hadn’t bought another pack after I’d relinquished my open pack to Ethel. I settled for some Mini Peanut Butter Oreos, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed to bed. It was after 11 and I was a hot mess. I was going to try to sleep this off. I would try unpacking again tomorrow after I got back from the office.
Ryan
I actually enjoyed online shopping. Like clockwork, the UPS guy showed up with my goods. He be-bopped up the ramp with my treasures. I was so thirsty. I could reach the little half bath sink off the living room, but I could only gather half a handful of water at a time without totally making a wet mess of myself.
The red Solo cup left over from yesterday’s drink had served the remainder of its life as a urinal. Even though I could have washed it, I couldn’t bring myself to drink from it.
The case of spring water on his hand truck was like an oasis in the desert. I felt like a kid at Christmas. As he reached my door, I opened it.
“Hey man, I am so glad to see you!”
“Good deal. Just sign here.” He handed me the electronic clipboard, and I scrawled my name across the screen with the cap of his pen.
“Where do you want this stuff?” he asked.
“If you could please put it on the dining room table, I would appreciate it,” I said as I rolled back and out of his way. He stacked the water and other items on the table.
“Later, man. Enjoy,” he called back as he closed the door behind himself.
I tore into the case of water first and downed one bottle of water, then opened another and took a long pull.
After I had my fill, I ripped into the box and pulled out my purchases, all except the phone. I pulled out my laptop, pulled up my order, then saw that the phone was coming Monday.
Dammit, one more day alone. Oreos and peanut butter crackers it is.
After eating an entire sleeve of Oreos, periodically dipping them in peanut butter, I pulled out the baby wipes tub and washed up as best I could. I really wanted a shower. This was frustrating. So close and yet so far. My shower and tub was an en suite off my bedroom, but I just couldn’t get through the door.
The wheelchair delivered to the house was standard issue with a heavy Tempur-Pedic foam seat. I contemplated crawling there, but I had no idea what I was going to do once I got there. I had no rails, safety pulls, or bathing bench. The nurse was supposed to take care of all that. So, I stayed in my chair or transferred to the couch and just got comfy. What was the use of dragging myself along the floor only to not be able to get up on the toilet or reach the faucets and such?
I have never been so bored in my life. Dougie and the guys were all out fishing, where I wanted to be. I sent Dougie an email explaining the situation
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