I took a pretty good nap this afternoon. I went to my optometrist office earlier today to have my eyes checked for the second time in six weeks for diabetic retinopathy. He said the scans show damage but not any worse than the last scan. So he scheduled me for another visit in a year. With my sinuses ablaze and my pupils dilated, I carefully drove back home.
Me and my bribe usually take turns fixing supper and tonight happens to be her turn. Usually on nights she cooks we keep it simple. With her disability as it is, she tends to forget what it is she’s doing. So I often have to step in to remind her to do things and pay attention. It’s a bit of a tedious process, and I have given in to moments of anger and frustration. But after 37 years we’ve pretty much got it down to a pseudoscience. Where I give her three simple instructions at a time, because as our children so well know, anything more than three gets forgotten.
Over the decades I’ve kept fairly quiet about my bride’s specific disabilities mostly because they aren’t well defined. Decades ago she was simply labelled brain damaged or slow. But after decades of living intimately with her she has shown me talents and abilities beyond those simple cruel labels. She successfully raised four children that have all grown beyond her and even my own abilities.
She effectively keeps up with dates and birth dates I don’t even pay attention to. And while she has shortcomings which are easy to spot even to the casual eye. She has friends and grandchildren that think the world of her. So while I sit here in the office two finger typing at this keyboard like I’m some kind of glorified Mark Twain or evil Lewis Grizzard. I carefully keep an ear out for any unusual noises beyond the wall. Giving her at least the dignity to be the woman I know she is.
Me and my bribe usually take turns fixing supper and tonight happens to be her turn. Usually on nights she cooks we keep it simple. With her disability as it is, she tends to forget what it is she’s doing. So I often have to step in to remind her to do things and pay attention. It’s a bit of a tedious process, and I have given in to moments of anger and frustration. But after 37 years we’ve pretty much got it down to a pseudoscience. Where I give her three simple instructions at a time, because as our children so well know, anything more than three gets forgotten.
Over the decades I’ve kept fairly quiet about my bride’s specific disabilities mostly because they aren’t well defined. Decades ago she was simply labelled brain damaged or slow. But after decades of living intimately with her she has shown me talents and abilities beyond those simple cruel labels. She successfully raised four children that have all grown beyond her and even my own abilities.
She effectively keeps up with dates and birth dates I don’t even pay attention to. And while she has shortcomings which are easy to spot even to the casual eye. She has friends and grandchildren that think the world of her. So while I sit here in the office two finger typing at this keyboard like I’m some kind of glorified Mark Twain or evil Lewis Grizzard. I carefully keep an ear out for any unusual noises beyond the wall. Giving her at least the dignity to be the woman I know she is.
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