How the tape rolls
Last Tuesday, I threw a role of silk medical tape at Robert. It's shocking I know. I couldn't believe I did it. I knew it was a bad idea as my hand found the role and tipped my arm back. “Why, are you doing this Janette?” I thought “Violence is never the answer.” I didn't seem to care. I did it. I think I missed I remember it's trajectory heading to his right.
Robert's response was serious “I don't like things thrown at me.”
I sighed. He was right.
All I knew was I was done. I had been comfortably curled on the couch ready to veg out and watch some inane sitcom. I didn't want to be outside in the cold and dark hunting for tape.
It all began approximately nine months ago. Hannah was old enough to qualify for a project to help make the house wheelchair accessible so she could exit and bath safely. This is a big issue for people caring for a person who can not walk and is getting older and bigger everyday. I started the gears turning on this. It is a long process involving quotes and government board approvals.
Meanwhile, my father has been requesting a visit for over six years. He lives in Florida, and we live in Oregon. With Hannah's medical issues (and sitting still issues) it seems baffling to me on how to accomplish it. Hannah's breathing has improved so much over the past couple months it seemed feasible though. So we agreed on a date and I started the process of figuring out the logistics of the trip.
On top of this at the beginning of this year, our Private Health Insurance changed. They misunderstood the type of food Hannah was taking through her G-tube and decided it was available over the counter and rejected paying for it.
OK, so the remodel stuff got approved the week before Martin Luther King Jr's birthday. Meanwhile we had planned for our Florida trip to be during the kids Spring Break March 16-25. Since there would be some demolishes I planned for the contractors to come the week we were gone with my father in-law supervising. While this government contract was happening, we added doing all the floors with wheelchair friendly flooring so it could all be done at once. I spent the weeks after the remodel call packing up the house, arranging travel plans and discussing the rejection with the health insurance company.
We returned to a hotel room from the trip, our first night we moved back into the empty house was last Tuesday. I had silk tape in Hannah's bag for her pulse oximeter. A nurse who was just trying to be helpful decided the spot I keep the tape would be a good place for the power cord. It is a small space. She managed but didn't tell me where she put the tape. Normally this isn't a problem but, when your house is in boxes and not all you packed, it can be a problem. We needed the tape to put on Hannah's Pulse Oximeter while she sleeps.
So anyway, I was done. Robert picked up the tape and walked to Hannah's room. When he came back he said “There was tape on Hannah's feeding pole.”
Inside I was laughing hysterically, outside I looked at Robert and said “Of course.” I looked back at the TV.