In the past few days, here in Ohio, we’ve gone from rather balmy grey days in the md-40’s or 50’s to bright, sunny, 15 degrees. It’s days like today that I call ‘invigorating’ because it’s so f-ing cold you have to embrace the chill and have a positive attitude that warms the soul, or allow it to freeze your face, nose hairs and then finally, your heart. With this flip flop and 50 degree drop in temperature, I can’t help but think of the Bi-Polar Bear.
This isn’t the exact cartoon I remember reading when I first hear of the Bi-Polar Bear, but it was the same verbiage. In looking for this cartoon to share in this post, I ran across a LOT more terrible memes with real polar bears, awful drawings, jokes about support groups, and so forth. I suppose that was to be expected because it really is a clever joke. What I didn’t expect was finding BiPolar Bear in the Urban Dictionary.
Now, I know that anyone and their brother can post something in the Urban Dictionary, but I didn’t realize that this term had truly become part of our lexicon. Since I really don’t joke about mental illness, much less Bi-Polar Disorder, I don’t often say in polite company that I’m feeling like a bipolar bear today. Have to admit, though, that it did come up in conversation with my boyfriend last night. That was in relation to not having a whole lot of “get up and go” these past few weeks due to the greyness.
As I scrolled through all sorts of images and links I came across an Indie Rap Group calling themselves the Bi Polar Bears. I thank all of you for reading my posts, but I’m not so dedicated that I listened to their music in order to report on it. I think at one point the Beastie Boys were technically also an Indie Rap Group back before we used the term ‘Indie’, but there’s something about an Indie Rap Group made up of a bunch of white guys calling themselves the BiPolar Bears that keeps me from clicking the ‘Listen Now’ button. But, maybe I’m missing out on the best music EVER.
One positive side effect of having my mother under 24 hour care is that her Bi-Polar has really be monitored well. Possibly better than it ever has been. The nurses are very aware of her bouts of crying and sadness and therefore call her doctors for us. She’s gotten boosted meds when she needs them and decreased meds when she seems stable. Not having to rely on my mother to make the appointment or relay the feelings she has is wonderful. We’re all able to provide input and feedback as observers and participants to her highs and lows. We don’t have to rely on her remembering if she slept well or ate enough or drank water. Since someone else is providing these things and checking on her constantly, there isn’t any question about her habits.
Funny how things we consider ‘good’ or ‘bad’, ‘positive’ or ‘negative’ and ‘important’ or ‘insignificant’ shift throughout life, especially during more complicated situations. 10 years ago I couldn’t imagine considering it a ‘good day’ if my mother drank water or was able to remember my name or use the bathroom on her own. I just took it for granted that these things would happen. On the other hand, 10 years ago I wouldn’t have considered it a cause for concern that my mother had lost about 10 pounds in 6 months. I call that a good beginning to the year. But, now that has all sorts of implications.
10 years ago I would not have made it a priority to see my mother once a week because ~eh~ I had just seen her a couple of weeks ago. Now visiting her weekly is almost a necessity because I could miss so much of what’s going on with her. Along the same lines as the concept of regression, it would be similar to not seeing your infant child for a week. It could be that week that they start to walk or talk or eat with a fork (I know, infants aren’t supposed to eat with forks, but you get what I’m saying).
My mother, having a slew of things going on with her physically, mentally and emotionally, is a delicate machine right now. Arguably, we all are every day, but once you get to a point where you have to use the term ‘monitor’, then I think you’re a skosh more ‘delicate’. Not eating or sleeping is much more indicative of something concerning than when you’re closer to baseline. Of course, for her, ‘baseline’ is a lot different now than it used to be.
My point, though, is that I don’t like to take things for granted. The sunny day, the frigid air, my mother’s health and happiness and the fact that she may still know who I am.
Today, December 31st, is the day when people everywhere (except for folks that don’t share our New Year) re-evaluate their lives, their year, their jobs, relationships, their goals, their health. People use this day to reflect upon choices they made or didn’t make, places they went or didn’t visit, people they let into their lives or pushed away. We take this time to say, “Ok, Burg (or your name here), that thing you did was a good idea but maybe you could have done it like this.” So, let’s learn from our achievements and mistakes and either repeat them or not. History does repeat itself, so try not to make the repetition a bad thing. Remember Einstein’s quote about insanity. “Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results”.
For example, I figured out quickly that I can’t use long sentences with my mother. Short declarative statements and that’s it. I also learned not to visit after dinner. Won’t make that mistake again.
And I learned not to be upset when she asks me where her daughter is. The nice thing is that I can easily answer her question!
Take this time to reflect on old friends you haven’t seen or talked to. Reach out to them. It doesn’t have to be fancy. Just find them on Facebook, shoot them an email, or even send them a text. Go out for coffee. Reconnect. Connecting is good. And for god’s sake, don’t make rekindling old friendships a New Year’s resolution. Those things don’t last. Just put it on your calendar or make a little note to email Elizabeth, John, or Jasmine. And then just let it flow from there.
I wish all of you a happy and prosperous New Year!