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| The Neverending Story |
Over decades, we have surely discovered events or moments in our life experiences that will never ever end.
These events and moments are the ghosts of “never ending” appear to nag and torment. In the theme of “unending” lies a list, an “never ending” list about those ghosts:
Being in labor hour after hour definitely makes the list. (45 hours?). Followed by C-Section.) After ten hours, just when you beg for an epidural, an army nurse briskly tells you that it is too late to give one.
All the while, husband is waiting, being supportive. Around hour 35, husband pops out for some diet coke, comes back at hour 40. He will pay for this later on.
All the while, husband is waiting, being supportive. Around hour 35, husband pops out for some diet coke, comes back at hour 40. He will pay for this later on.
Or maybe you will find yourself next to a 5 year old who not received an hour of strong parenting in all those 5 years. Oh, what hell.
Picking strawberries day after day after day. No joy after the fifth day. Mid-May arrives with garden full of red berries peeking from green leaves. First day is like discovering rubies, sweet rubies.
Leads onto the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day.... This will not ever end. You will soon find yourself picking green beans. Then you will work in a steamy hot kitchen canning those said beans. Lord have mercy.
Leads onto the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day.... This will not ever end. You will soon find yourself picking green beans. Then you will work in a steamy hot kitchen canning those said beans. Lord have mercy.
Waiting in an emergency room, filled with sneezing and coughing. You have a brain-splitting migraine and your blood pressure is 177/91.
With your head dropping to your knees and a throw-up bowl beneath, you watch as a child with sinusitis(#45) is called in. You are #62.
You won't live to see the end of this day.
With your head dropping to your knees and a throw-up bowl beneath, you watch as a child with sinusitis(#45) is called in. You are #62.
You won't live to see the end of this day.
Driving through Death Valley in summer. (Been there, done that) Long straight road over flat desolate land, you see in distance, heat waves fooling you to think it is water. It is 121 degrees and you watch your car's gas light like a hawk.
Who planned this route? Not me.
Who planned this route? Not me.
Standing in the line at DMV, until legs are shaking, growing light-headed. Husband is home, too sick to go into the line from hell to transfer registration.
You are three months pregnant, and hours pass. At the third hour, you tell the kind lady behind you that you are pregnant and wonder if...then you open your eyes as you lie on the floor. Registration was expedited.
Your husband will pay for that one, too. He was sitting at home, sick with a runny nose, and watching TV.
You are three months pregnant, and hours pass. At the third hour, you tell the kind lady behind you that you are pregnant and wonder if...then you open your eyes as you lie on the floor. Registration was expedited.
Your husband will pay for that one, too. He was sitting at home, sick with a runny nose, and watching TV.
Sitting in rush hour traffic on the Friday of a four-day weekend. A black juiced up muscle car is shaking with the bass turned up high. You have windows rolled up, and yet you are vibrating as well. Is the world filled with idiots who have lost their hearing?
Most or all of this involve unending waiting…and more waiting…It will be unending. Always makes me crabby.
Please forgive the frequent references to my husband. Write about what you know.
Please forgive the frequent references to my husband. Write about what you know.
| oh so true |
Now we can add staying home because of coronavirus!
ReplyDeleteNever ending, it is true.
DeleteYou deserve an award for this one! Good, and we humans some even less tolerant KNOW the feeling. Imma thinking Parris Island, or Pleasure Island SC. LOL
ReplyDeleteOh and my sweet daughter in law in labor for over a day then a C section.
Love it (the subject!)
Sherry & jack
PS: I was dismissed at the USAF hospital as the Dr. led HER thru the doors in labor to have the baby. WHAT DO I DO? Go home we will call we don't need you now. (curtly,) TRUE!
I bet you waited by the phone, hoping to hear about that baby.
DeleteI've been on a flight to England with two child-spawn of the devil behind me.
ReplyDeleteI'll go with the mundane - dishes and clothes. They are never all clean at the same time.
I was saying that as well. How can there be a steady stream of those, just when I thought I had conquered them.
DeleteWaiting is no fun. I am often stuck in traffic so I really relate to how bad that can be. I have to wonder though if people who lived in different times had more patience for waiting.
ReplyDeleteThat is a good question. Somehow patience seems to wear out now and then.
DeleteBeing so ill I was afraid I would die. Then getting worse and being afraid I wouldn't die.
ReplyDeleteThis does seem to be unending.
DeleteThis was a great post! I'm not patient in a waiting situation. Now I have to think of some of those scenarios. Hmm....
ReplyDeleteDig back, and I am sure you would discover some.
DeleteWives forgive, but never forget. My Retired man know that well. So tell us more, Susan.
ReplyDeleteMine hates that I have an unusual memory. I never forget.
DeleteThe only time I've ever been stuck in traffic was in CA. It took nearly FOUR hours to go 2 1/2 miles once in Malibu. Very frustrating.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. I hear your pain.
DeleteWaiting for someone to make a decision, someone who doesn't have as vested an interest in the outcome as you do.
ReplyDeleteWorse, waiting to find out if someone is going to hold something you did by accident against you, even though you've done all you can to mitigate the situation (and the anger is all out of proportion to what was done).
Waiting for that to happen is frustrating. Grudges are a needless waste of life.
DeleteWaiting at a stoplight when the police have blocked off the intersection for no obvious reason. It was only after passing closer to the weird looking crane that I figured it out. They were filming...
ReplyDeleteThat must have been amazing, finally.
DeleteVermont winter.
ReplyDeleteTraffic jams.
The Cold War.
All three are never ending. Vermont winters must be bitter.
DeleteThe 80-mile ride in the back of an ambulance, struggling to breathe, with bilateral pulmonary embolisms. It probably seemed even longer for the ambulance attendant.
ReplyDeleteThe heart attack who arrived at the local trauma center right after I did got the helicopter to the city hospital. Which is fair, I think.
My brother experienced the embolisms. The ambulance ride. Oh, yes.
DeleteThe "never-ending" mandatory progress meetings on the factory floor where we were all urged to work smarter not harder. What exactly does that mean anyway? Working smarter seems to indicate delegating tasks to a junior or several juniors, so your desk work is completed by end of day. this is impossible on the factory floor where the work just piles up unless we all work harder and faster.
ReplyDeleteTeacher meetings were much the same. Unnecessary waste of time and talent, we sat and waiting for the speaker to lose his voice.
DeleteI came over from Jack's blog..Shipslog...to read this and it's so true. I can name a number of waiting while I grew older second by second moments. I work is surgery and waiting for the doc to show up, the tests to come back, the instruments to be ready and now for the Covid test to come back. Maybe that's why I'm retiring on Friday. I've waited 49yrs to do that but it now seems like it flew by. That's life I guess.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by! I look forward to seeing your site.
Delete49 years is a long stretch of time! But, then it does seem to have zipped by.
Are we there yet?
ReplyDeleteKeep taking good care, Susan. :)
Ha! That is so true.
DeleteWe drove through Death Valley in the Summer once too. Not my idea of a good time.
ReplyDeleteThen you know that it is one drive that goes on and on forever. The desert (esp. Death Valley)is one scary stretch of wasteland.
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