All posts by Little M.S. Runner

Forty-something, married with two kids and two dogs. Trying hard to live every day to the fullest with multiple sclerosis, impaired vision, and deafness. Couldn't make it without my Savior, Jesus Christ.

Morning snippet

Psalm 38:15 “But for you, O Lord, do I wait; it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer.”

Oh boy, do I wait.

I hate waiting, but yet I also hate to be rushed. I suppose I should give God the same courtesy I would want. I won’t try to rush Him. He will heal my eyes, in His own perfect time.

Until then, I must relish the good and take joy in what I have now. I am loving spending time with my kids this summer. We have taken walks together, played at the playground, gone camping, ate ice cream, built forts, danced around the living room. They return to school in a little over a week, and things will change all over again. I’m not sure I’m ready, but it’s okay because we take things one day at a time around here. And anything that can be done in a day can’t be that overwhelming, right?

 

 

The Bible is so old

As I ponder my condition and worry if or when I will ever regain my vision, I am continually reminded of the truth. God whispers in my ear and reassures me that this life on earth is so short compared to the eternity I will spend with Him. And those will be the days when I will see with fully functioning eyes and I will never again grow weary.

Just this morning, and again this afternoon, God has shown me simple scriptures to remind me of this. There are so many. And they are all so old. Think of how many people have read these words over the decades, centuries even, and have struggled with illness and pain, loss of hearing and vision, and were continually comforted by these words. I am not the first to struggle, and I certainly won’t be the last. But, I can rest assured in the knowledge that God has been down this road before, countless times, and He’s got my back.

Camping

Had a lovely time camping with the kids this week. I took a nap as soon as we got home. Sleep was interrupted by a nightmare that seemed like it came out of an episode of Criminal Minds (which I haven’t watched in well over a year). Oh well. I woke up to dinner with the family. I have laundry going and now I’m just trying to catch up on paperwork and junk while Grandpa feeds my kids ice cream. Between the ice cream and camping gunk, they will be bathing tonight!

**INTERMISSION**

And now the kids are bathed and in bed. Time for me to rest. Not doing laundry. Not working on a grocery list or planning my weekly chores. I still desperately need to bathe as well, but first I’m parked on the couch with a heating pad, warming my aching, arthritic lower back. Cuz I don’t have enough issues with the hearing and vision loss.

Ah, but life is good. I am blessed with a wonderful family. And it is so good to be home.

Screen Time Struggle

Do you struggle with kids and excessive screen time? I do, and it drives me crazy. I fear Minecraft may have taken over my son’s brain. I grew up playing a lot of Atari and Nintendo, and yet I feel like I turned out okay. Today though, I fear that kids spend even more time in front of computers and televisions, and we don’t know how that will affect their development. I try so hard to limit my son’s screen time, but some days it is such a battle. It’s exhausting, fighting that battle (it doesn’t help that we are so much alike). However, I do think it is a battle worth fighting. And this article helps to confirm that theory. Next time Luke objects to turning off the game, I’ll just tell him to read the article! 😉

Do Screen Time Limits Really Matter?

Phone Talker

I have never been one of those people who enjoys talking on the phone, so it didn’t bother me so much when I went deaf. However, talking on the phone is extremely convenient and useful (as opposed to texting and emailing).

One of my fellow CI friends recently asked how I was doing at talking on the phone. I regrettably responded that I hadn’t tried yet. The fear of failure and frustration was just too great. Well, then I had some major trouble communicating with my mother-in-law on Sunday as she was trying to return my children. I decided then that I would bite the bullet and give it a shot.

Feeling self-conscious, I was only willing to try a phone conversation with someone who really understands how I hear (and how I don’t), so my husband, Mike, was the lucky guy. I called him yesterday at work. From my phone! Imagine that! He speaks clearly and slowly, and I think I understood most of what he said. The call went surprisingly well, and it gave me the courage to try it with a friend. She had been with me during the trouble with my mother-in-law, and she knew how nervous I was. We had a successful conversation, but I know I missed some things she said because we are both chatty people and ended up interrupting each other with giggles and random interjections! However, it still left me feeling pretty good about the future of my hearing and the progress to come.

Today I even Skyped with my mom, and this time she didn’t have to type her words to me. She could just talk to me. It was so wonderful. I am so grateful for this implant. I feel like so much was stolen from me last year, and the ci has given much of it back. I’m at a loss for words now. Hallelujah.

CI Education

I am finding that as I am learning to hear with my new cochlear implant (CI), I also need to teach others how to talk to me. Because as the audiologist reminds me, I am the only one who knows how I hear things, and therefore I am the one who must educate others. Deaf people with CIs may have similarities in how they hear, but will likely experience it very differently from one another. So, even if someone knows someone else with a CI and thinks they know, they need to be open to learning how each person hears. If they want to be heard, of course.

So, hear are the main things I tell people:

  1. Speak at a normal volume. I’ll tell you if it’s not loud enough, or just turn up the volume on my earpiece.
  2. Clearly enunciate your words as close to naturally as possible (unless you’re my family from Georgia, then just talk like a Yankee, for Pete’s sake).
  3. Make sure I can see your lips moving, and if you must turn your head, stop talking before you do.
  4. Surrounding noises, if loud enough, will drown out your voice. If it’s constant background noise, I may not be aware of it, so let me know it’s present and suggest to move to a quieter spot.
  5. Sudden loud noises, like a door slamming or a car alarm going off, will completely take over, and essentially interrupt what you are saying. If that happens, I will likely just ask you to repeat whatever you just said.

Above all, be patient. And please, don’t ever throw up your hands and say “never mind”. Just like any hearing person, deaf people want to communicate with others. I was deafened late in life. I did not grow up learning and communicating with others through sign language. Speaking verbally with others is all I know, and it’s extremely important to me. I, like so many others, took a leap of faith to have a computer permanently implanted into my skull. So you can bet with 100% certainty that CI users CARE about hearing what you have to say. I know I do!

Obnoxiously Obsessive

I love alliteration, don’t you?

So. In my quest to find meaning and purpose in my new daily life as a homemaker, I seem to have become a tad obsessive about keeping the house clean. And not in the way you may be imagining. If you are picturing me in my sweatpants, scrubbing and swishing surfaces (more alliteration, hehe) every spare minute of the day, you would be off the mark. But probably only slightly. Probably.

I clean up after myself (9 times out of 10, I would say). I wash my face on a very consistent basis. I remind the kids continually to put their toys and dirty clothes away before moving on to the next activity. I keep my flowers watered daily. I fold our clothes and put them away. I wipe down the table and counters. But here’s the kicker: I cannot comfortably go to bed at night if there are dirty dishes in the sink. Sometimes I try, but I usually end up getting back out of bed to get it done. I even wash the coffee pot so I can refill it and set the timer to brew the next morning (this small task is crucial to my morning mood).

I recently downloaded an app on my Kindle – Motivated Moms – that creates a daily to-do list. You can customize it as needed (as far as the free version will allow), but I have found that the list provided is pretty useful for me. It even reminds me to read Scripture each day, which I was doing anyway, but it’s nice to be able to check the box 🙂 There are other items on there I don’t usually track, like changing out the hand towels, or cleaning out my purse. I think the daily bathroom sink wiping is the best one. Super easy, and very motivating. I hadn’t really realized how yucky it gets with all four of us spitting into it each day. It always feels better to have it cleaned, and I’m using up the baby wipes we still had leftover from when Natalie was in diapers (years ago!).

There are other tasks that are not daily, but yet still should be done on a regular basis, like dusting, cleaning windows, and mopping. Those first two rarely cross my mind, but mopping I do almost weekly. And this is where the obsession takes on a whole new level. I hate sweeping and mopping. Two reasons: The first being that it hurts my back and exhausts me. The second reason is that I am completely disgusted by our brooms. They are filthy. I know I am not alone here. If you have a standard broom and dustpan, yours is filthy too. Unless you clean it, which I highly doubt.

I can deal with the back pain and exhaustion, but the filth needs to be dealt with. I recently learned about the magic of microfiber at a Norwex home party. This stuff is incredibly effective, easy to use, easy to clean, and horribly expensive. I will likely buy something small from the catalog, but I can’t bear to spring $100 on the mop system I was drooling over. So, in my quest for domestic perfection, efficiency, and frugality, I did some research. I found e-cloth, which is pretty darn identical in almost all aspects. The biggest difference is that it is almost half the cost. I’ll buy that. As soon as the next payday rolls around.

So now we wait. Using up the last of the disposable Swiffer mop pads in the meantime. Ugh. It’s almost all I can think about lately. It’s pathetic, really. I say obnoxiously obsessive, but I fear it’s becoming the other way around. Obsessively obnoxious. Oh, oh, okay, but the floors will be so clean and shiny! (See what I did there? 😉 )

Either I am going nuts, or… nah, I got nuthin’. Nuts it is!

Be brave

A friend told me once that boys really do a lot of changing around the age of 7, as they start wanting to emulate their dads and other male role models.

I see this in my son. He is just now showing a bit of discomfort with being the “small” kid, but I think he is handling it well. The other night he wanted to read to me from his old preschooler’s Bible. In particular, he wanted to read about the guy who fought a lion with his bare hands, and the kid who fought the giant. So I found the stories of Samson and the lion, and David and Goliath, and he read them eagerly. I asked what his favorite part was about each story, and for both he said his favorite was that they were brave. He really connected with Samson and David, knowing that they were each small in comparison to their opponents, but that it didn’t matter. They were brave and God was with them. Just like God is with him.

I do hope that he carries these stories, and others like them, with them as he grows up. I know what it was like to be the smallest kid, the last one picked for dodgeball. It sucked, and I still have remnants of that mindset. Those fears held me back well into my thirties. I don’t want that to be the case for my kids. I want them to know that God is with them, so they can walk into every situation life throws at them with bravery and confidence. Just like Samson and David.