Monday, April 20, 2009
See those 3 up there?
They have it.
It's a sad disease.
I am thinking of starting a telethon.
The disease consists of not being able to replace a toilet paper roll on the empty roller.
I have seen them stuggle with this.
So very sad.
It's as if they are trying to figure out the theory of relativity when it comes to replacing the roll.
Of course, all three also suffer from being able to open a drawer, cabinet or door but not close it.
Bobster is the worse.
He has the disease bad.
I don't know how much time he has left.
The other two are young so there is some time left
He's so far gone, I don't have much hope.
Example: Just tonight.
He went to get a shower
first grabbed clean underwear.
In his drawer.
About 30 minutes later as he was done & downstairs I approached the bedroom with the fear that a symptom would rear it's ugly head in my direction.
I was right.
There it was.
Bobster's underwear drawer.
thought to myself
"He needs help."
Not wanting to drawer attention to this symptom I closed the drawer.
I was afraid Bobster would be embarrased that his arms are so weak he couldn't close his own underwear drawer.
Let's keep it between just us.
Then we have TimBob.
He removed all his clothes from the cabinet in his room.
When I entered the room I noticed the clothes scattered on the floor.
Obviously he had a seizure that caused the clothes to scatter around.
I didn't say anything for a few hours
hoping for the best I told him.
He managed to clean it up.
He was weak, hungry and ready to pass out from folding the clothes & putting them back
He pulled through.
Thank God,he's only 15.
The 10 year old has a bad arm.
He can only carry a paintball gun in the one arm, rendering the other one useless to carry the trashbag.
Have no fear.
Not wanting him to lose complete use of the other arm, I gave him all the encouragement he could handle when I handed him the trash bag.
He managed to get it in the dumpster.
Tad out of breath
He rested afterwards
It looks like he will live.
I need your support my loyal readers.
It appears the men in my family only have enough strength to work the remote control.
Are you family members suffering the same disease?
Got any pointers to make this time in our lives more pleasant?
Give them to me!