Sunday, September 27, 2009
The big news in bettyworld is that The Child has what presents itself as H1N1; I couldn't get him in to see the doctor because everybody who sneezes now rushes in to be checked, making slots unavailable for those who really do have swine flu. His fever has been 102.6. He has all the flu symptoms- the medical pros say that it's too early in the season for seasonal flu- it's undoubtedly H1N1.
It sucks to be a single parent at a time like this. The stress level is through the roof- I have to decide on a minute to minute basis whether or not to call 911. And sometimes my thinking lacks clarity. What bothered me most, especially during the interminable day yesterday, is that nobody even knows when I'm going through a crisis. (Most of the time, I'm mercifully unaware of this phenomenon since I'm not in crisis.)
I've been around long enough to know that if the chips were really down- if I really needed help from another human being- there would surely be somebody there to help. I don't know this from experience; I know it from logic.
Part of this is timing. If this happened many years ago, I could have called my mother, and she would have taken the next flight to come here. I was always OK when she was alive.
And maybe, if this had happened during the 2 month window between my mother's death and my father's marriage to his mistress, he would have cared, although that's dicey. And maybe if this had happened before my sister's cancer diagnosis, she would have helped, if only via phone from Boston.
But during the years since The Child came into my life, it's been at times lonely. Usually I don't think about it- I don't have time to! The friends from my previous life slipped away, understandably.
Of course, everyone has nagging issues. I used to be the type who would lay out my problems to anyone who would bid me the time of day. Maybe that was healthy in a way, but I came to believe that there was a better way to deal with my problems. So I pretty much stopped talking after The Child entered my life, and it wasn't just because I wanted to. It was because the people were no longer around. Now, on the rare occasions when I actually get to spend time with another adult, I don't dare talk about my problems! I can't risk being branded as one who dumps problems. Back in the olden days, pre-child, I could get away with it.
Now I cannot.
Posted by B.S. at Sunday, September 27, 2009