Showing posts with label Laughter - the Great Medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laughter - the Great Medicine. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

PIERCINGS & OTHER STUPID THINGS NOT TO DO WHILE GRIEVING




I had been thinking for a long time about getting a 3rd ear piercing.  But the really bright part of the idea was getting it in March.  Since I had done the others years ago when I was a teenager, I really had no recollection of pain nor was I calculating the difference in age or general state of being I was in at the time of the piercing.  If I had realized that it would keep me awake at night (because I sleep on my side) and take weeks and weeks to heal, I probably would have thought differently about it (or just thought about it, period).  I was in pain for weeks before I finally realized that extra, self-induced pain at this difficult juncture of my life was not only NOT a good idea, it was a really stupid one!  I took the earrings out for a couple days´ break and then - ciao - I couldn´t get them back in without pain & bleeding.  So, I am back down to 2 ear piercings...sigh.  (But I am sleeping better! )  

This led me to think that my stupid decisions during grief might possibly benefit others...and thus, this post.  Then again, the rest of you are probably smarter than me!


TOP TEN STUPID THINGS NOT TO DO WHILE GRIEVING:

1.  Piercings & tattoos and/or any other potentially painful bodily markings or changes should probably wait til you feel pretty healthy.  Just sayin...you may not make your best decisions right now.



2.  Major hairstyle changes or any other major changes in appearance should also wait til you have a better state of mind for decision making!  (A hair color change on me was frightening; my hair was weaker from all the stress and I regretted it big time!)




3.  Let your husband prune the garden.  This often doesn´t go well even in the best of times, but a man with pent up emotions with pruning shears in his hands can definitely produce some ¨unhappy wife¨ results!





4.  Work on future calendar items with said husband.  Take on any major home projects together.  Make any big decisions together. Haha.  While you can´t avoid all of this, try to limit it as much as possible as your style & pace of processing grief can be vastly different, complicating your already big differences in the first place.  Sensitivities are high & capacity & energy is low so give your marriage a break and take it slow!




5.  Attempt DIY memorial obelisks, cathedrals, monuments or other great architectural or artistic works in memory of your loved one too soon after the event.  (Unless you ARE a great architect or artist.)  You are all likely to be out of energy, patience, team spirit & camaraderie long before said work of memory is finished. You may end up with worse problems than grief on your hands!




6. Assume your way of grieving is the only way or the best way.  Each family member´s process and pace are different.  Giving space & support for each one - no matter how hard that may be for you - is vital to the family´s healing process.  Grieve differently - but grieve together.




7.  Conclude all the people who say stupid things to you (like ¨I know just how you feel¨) are really trying to be stupid.  They are really just humans trying to say something - anything! - helpful at a very difficult & awkward time.  You probably didn´t know what to say either until it happened to you.  Grieving is extremely hard - but knowing what is appropriate to say is hard, too, and we should all extend grace to each other.



8.  Get a pet.  Any pet.  A regular pet.  An exotic pet. A black market pet.  Any pet that requires one ounce of extra energy that you don´t presently have.  We tossed around many ideas in our pain, desiring something warm & fuzzy and comforting during our roughest days.  The problem is, we have had a number of pets and even though we miss them, we have had enough experience to know that in our housing situation, they take work.  Lots of it.  And our other big insight was that there is no perfect pet.  I had dreams of a dog who knew just how I felt and would quietly curl at my feet when I was writing, be energetic when I wanted to go out on a long walk and would never pee or poop, bark inappropriately or dig up my plants.  Stupid, right?  We just don´t make the best decisions when under duress.  Of course, if you already have pets,  have lots of experience with pets or you are a Pet Whisperer, by all means, go ahead.




9.  Find escape, solace or any kind of comfort whatsoever in facebook games that falsely promise to help you enhance your fragile-sense-of-self-while-grieving find meaning.  Knowing what Disney Princess you are most like, what your nose says about your personality, what farm animal reflects your temperament most accurately, what your middle initial says about you or what Egyptian hieroglyphic reveals your hidden genius are truly NOT helpful partners during grief.  



10.  Try to follow all the advice you get:   Don´t be alone too much.  Don´t hang out with crowds if you don´t feel like it.  Eat.  But don´t overeat, overdrink, overshop, watch too much tv or engage in anything that could be escapist behavior.  Talk if you need to.  Don´t talk if you don´t want to.  Be kind to yourself.  Get lots of rest (but get your work done, too).  Cry freely.  Plan times to grieve when you can be alone & give yourself over fully to it.  Find artistic outlets.  Find physical outlets.  Be strong.  Don´t be afraid to feel weak.  Take your time.  Move on with your life.  Etc., etc., etc.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




See how much I´ve learned so far?  I could write a book!




All photos from Goggle images

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

PLANT KILLER!




























Can we talk about plants?  It appears there are two kinds of people in this world:  those who are good with plants - and those who tend to kill them.

I am part of the latter group.

I don´t pretend to understand this.  I water, I fertilize, I look for proper amounts of sun & shade. (I draw the line at talking or singing to them.)  Somehow, those little suckers defy me every time.  They die off faster than flies on an electric zapper.

Since flowers and plants are high on the ¨gift list¨ for the ill, we have received quite a number of lovely things over the last few months.  Don´t get me wrong, I ADORE plants & flowers.  I LOVE their color, their smell & their life and I have totally enjoyed everything that everyone has brought.  But I break out in a sweat when someone appears with a plant, ¨Because it will last you longer than cut flowers.¨    Not in my house it won´t!

Among my varying responsibilities since Jenna´s diagnosis, caring for these plants & flowers has fallen to me.  Why does God punish me like this?  I do the best I can, but I am slowly killing off these beauties one by one.

It might be ok if people gave us hearty, tough-to-kill plants.  But, no.  Ironically, we seem to receive one of the most delicate plants in the world to care for: orchids.   If you want to give me a plant, do me a favor and give me a fake one!  But NO.  Not only do we get plants.  We get orchids.

I have killed 4 orchids so far.  

I knew I was in trouble with the first one.  The two friends who brought it to Jenna said a bit apologetically, ¨It takes some special care.¨ What does that mean?!  When they came for their second visit, I had to confess to its murder.  They laughingly said the sales lady talked so long about how to take care of it they thought you had to have an MA in Orchids to own one.  Apparently they were right!

In my defense, it has been a tough year with plenty of distractions & other priorities.  When Jenna´s in the hospital it is impossible to keep up with everything.  I can certainly handle ¨Water twice a week.¨ or ¨Give plenty of sun.¨ But ¨Wipe any telltale dust off its leaves delicately with a Q-tip.¨ is quite definitely out of my league.  Especially when there is a lot going on in my life.  If the learning curve for a plant is too steep, it´s only a matter of time ´til it´s pronounced dead at our house.

The annoying thing about orchids at my house is that they´ve lost all their pretty flowers but they still have green leaves.  So we hang on to them.  I read that it can take up to 5 years for an orchid to bloom!    That is entirely too slow for my floral patience scale.  When cut flowers are dead, they get ugly & stink.  You don´t feel bad about throwing them out.  You can have respect for flowers like that.  But these orchids are just hanging on flowerless...haunting me and and taunting my abilities (or lack thereof).  Sometimes we stick some other things with color in them (hearts on a stick, jewels, fake blossoms) to kind of cover up my crime but it´s only a matter of time ´til I´m discovered.

Please, people.  Do any sick friends you have a favor - before you bring them a plant, ask them if they have a green thumb.  Otherwise, stick to fake flowers, cut flowers, or better yet, everyone´s favorite - chocolate!



SPECIAL NOTE:  To the precious friends who have with love & no small effort blessed us with orchids, please be sure that your gesture goes on in my heart...it´s just that your flowers have not gone on in this life.  Please forgive me!!!!



P.S.  A couple weeks later a friend gave me this fake orchid!!  It´s PERFECTA, Ginny!! hahaha