If you know someone who has ADD then you will understand. I've only known Bob for going on 10 months now and obviously what I know I love. I know that he had to have had Attention Deficit Disorder at some level his whole life. I know that Bob was an admitted "piddler." Now I'm from the South and we all piddle. Now the first definition in the dictionary of "piddle" is not the one I'm referring to (look that one up yourself-yes, we all do it). It's the second: to spend (one's time) aimlessly; fritter. That's what Bob did and he admitted to this trait with pride. Since the stroke, it's doubled. It is definitely good for him to be busy and I try to give him projects to complete. We are getting ready for company so I had him help me get the deck somewhat ready. He couldn't stay on task. He got so frustrated and overwhelmed. When he worked at his job everyday he was able to stay on track. The stroke has taken away what ability he had to do that. The stroke has also taken a lot of physical strength out of him. He doesn't have the capacity to work at something for very long. He gets bored and he gets tired. He has to take a nap most every day. He never used to do that. All because of the stroke.

The question of the day used to be "Where are my pills?" but that question is ignored by this writer and by my doing so, he eventually finds them and proceeds to take the right ones. Now the newest question to haunt me is "Where is my beer?" or the ever popular accusation "Someone has stolen my beer." Now it's just Bob & I and I don't drink beer, so....you do the math! It's usually around 5:00 or 6:00 in an afternoon that this phenomenon occurs but I have tried to ignore it, but since the beer in question could be anywhere in Georgia, I usually have to get involved. Poor Superman, some bad guy stole his beer. Now, in addition to that crime, apparently other objects have been reported "stolen" lately. Occasionally, Buzz (the cat) is accused of this criminal activity and without a fair trial I might add. But a number of items like Bob's baseball cap (any one of about 20), the remote control, his comb, his razor (now in force), his phone, etc. etc. etc. I rest my case. So who is this evil bad guy that is lurking around the condo? Taking all of Bob's stuff? Lex Luthor? Nah. My job, as Lois Lane, is to convince my sweet, but forgetful, Superman that he simply cannot remember where all of his stuff is at the moment. Patience, patience, patience!!!
Update on the beard situation: We went to the Barber around the corner and he had it shaved off. He has his sweet face again. But I have a feeling that I better not get used to the face. He has said he's planning to grow another one. He liked not having to shave everyday. Maybe he will get it trimmed once a week just for me?
Another milestone this week: I have so much yet to do for the wedding and the trip that I left him for about 1 1/2 hours the other day. It was his napping time, so I figured he couldn't get into too much trouble, and he knows how to dial 911 and my speed dial number. It all went well. He didn't run away. He was fine when I got home. I'm going to leave him again for a couple of hours on Thursday. His progress allows me a little freedom and besides he is sick of going everywhere with me. One day at a time...
This is National Stroke Awareness Month!! You can learn more about it and about strokes in general at the following link. www.stroke.org
Well the next time I blog will be after Bob & I are married and we get back from Costa Rica. I didn't realize until I got online last night that it's all the way on the other side of the continent. A long flight! And it's going to be HOT!! Now the normal temperature is around mid-80 like here in Atlanta but yesterday it was 100 degrees and felt like 112!!! Well, if it doesn't get much cooler, I will spend most of the trip indoors in AC!! And that's ok cause I'll be with Superman. He will make it all very special!
From the home of Hope & Courage,
The future Mrs. Superman!


Congrats to the future Mr. and Mrs. Superman! Love this post. Yes, we all know how to piddle--both definitions! Hee hee. So glad that Buzz did not steal his beer.
ReplyDeleteWe're looking forward to having Bob as an official member of our family and many years of piddling (the second definition) together.
Much Love,
Kathie and the Gang