SUPERWOMAN

Thank God for Renee!  I would be really hurting without her.  Without Renee, I’d stink, literally.  She bathes me. To tell the truth, not that I don’t always tell the truth, her bathing me is one of the only good things to come from the Parkinson’s. I’ll leave it at that and move on!

I’d be nude from the waist down much of the time.  She helps dress me.  There are times when I just can’t get my legs to do what I tell them to.  For sure, I would never wear socks.  Ninety percent of the time I can’t reach my feet.

I would be thin!  Yep, I would starve.  I try to cook dinner, but dinner time is also freeze in place time.  Food prep is a bitch!  I’m not complaining; I’m just taking a minute to praise my wife.  I don’t do that enough.  When you read your wedding vows and said, “For better or for worse,” you couldn’t imagine how bad worse could be.

She also cleans up after me, laughs at my jokes, lets me catch her from time to time and goes out of her way to make me happy anyway she can.  This week, she’s my sexetary (I meant secretary).

Today started with a shower.  Hallelujah, it’s a hell of a way to start the week!  Next, it’s off to the eye doc. 

She dropped me at the front door and then parked.  After the appointment, she picked me up at the front door and took me home where she served lunch.  After lunch, she drove me to the imaging center and waited while I had an MRI of my back.  The imaging center wanted an old study for comparison; so, while I was in the MRO machine, she ran home and searched for the last MRI disc.  She then gassed the car, went grocery shopping and then came back to get me.  In a few minutes, she’ll take on the role of editor and chief of Livewellthy and proof this article.

Tomorrow starts with a trip to the neurosurgeon to discuss Deep Brain Stimulation.  She’ll take copious notes and ask the questions I forget to ask.  After the neurosurgeon, we’ll do lunch, then it’s off to the hand surgeon.  Then it’s home for dinner and sex (only joking, or am I).

Wednesday is an easy day.  At 11, she’ll take me to the dentist.  Hopefully, we’ll spend a few hours at the pool, then drop the car off for servicing.  She’ll follow me to the mechanic and bring me home.

Thursday is baby sitting day, as is Friday.  She’s the best Bubby in the world.  When she’s in Bubby mode, she’s really sexy.  I always loved how she looked with a baby in her arms.  By the end of the day, she’s exhausted; so I try to leave her alone.  I also work hard at preparing meals and whatever else she needs.

Saturday is her birthday.  For her present, she gets to bathe me, feed me, dress me and then take a nap.  Have you got the picture?  I married Superwoman!  I sure am lucky!

Here’s your joke for the day:

Inside every older person is a younger person — wondering what the hell happened.

-Cora Harvey Armstrong

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2 Replies to “SUPERWOMAN”

  1. Doc Stewart, you are the best. A wonderful optimist with a classy sense of humor. You two have a marriage of solid gold.
    Sending prayers to you and your family.
    /Patsy

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