Normally Husband would never leave the house in warm-up pants too large, puddling at his ankles, a Bar Harbor sweatshirt, faded from wear. We are rushing to a walk-in-clinic to have his abundance of ear wax removed. He hasn't been able to hear in three days; enough of his home remedies. "Why can't this be your only problem?" I blurt out as we wait at a red light. We both laugh, then silence fills the car.
This morning Husband drove to work, handsomely dressed in a dark suit and striped tie, only to feel work might be a bad idea, as he turned summarily around and a dear associate, G-d bless him, drove Husband back home. In a maddening twist of fate, Husband, recently diagnosed with Parkinson's, has had drug after drug, supposedly to treat his symptoms, betray him. The cosmos is out of whack. It is overwhelming and unfair and it makes a little ear wax feel like a frickin' holiday.
1 comment:
well said mom! well said. love you.
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