Biographical Non-Fiction posted August 10, 2024 |
Doing the same thing over and over again
About pickles an update
by Mary Vigasin
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.This is not about pickleball. If I played the game, I guarantee its popularity would fade. It is not about getting pickled, even though I am very much tempted at times.
This is about a 12 oz unopened jar of pickles.
This is about a 12 oz unopened jar of pickles.
My husband’s Huntington’s Disease has, at times, resulted in his short-circuited thinking. He becomes fixated on an object or procedure.
This time, it was the pickle jar.
Before I banished him for putting away groceries, he damaged or broke the refrigerator shelving by shoving the groceries in a bag, whether the items needed refrigeration or not. I have found cat food, soup cans and even a household cleaner, the weight of these items took its toll on shelving. So we went out and bought a new refrigerator.
Knowing it would be delivered on Monday, two days before, I took unopened items that did not need to be refrigerated to give the remaining shelves a deep cleaning.
He has a history of spilling milk, maple syrup, and other liquids in the refrigerator, and I wanted to give it a deep cleaning.
No sooner had I removed the items than he had returned them to the refrigerator.
He was concerned about my removing the jar of pickles. I explained to him what and why I was taking it out. He did not get the pickles on a store refrigerator.
Yet, several times, the pickles and other objects kept getting back into the fridge
Yet, several times, the pickles and other objects kept getting back into the fridge
My annoyance got very vocal several times. My annoyance was not directed at him but at the items I kept putting in and out of the refrigerator.
After the fifth time in and out of the refrigerator, the pickle jar went missing. I was pretty proud that my message got through until I opened the freezer and found the jar starting to frost up.
We were given a 20-minute notice on Monday that the new refrigerator was coming.
I emptied the refrigerator and asked him to remove anything remaining while I talked to the delivery men.
When I returned to the house, I found that he had returned all the food to the refrigerator and freezer.
Again, I got vocal about my annoyance and started to empty the refrigerator and freezer. Luckily, no living being was in the room, as my tossing the frozen meat would have resulted in injury or death from a frozen chicken breast or hamburger.
Even though we used the measurements of the old refrigerator, I was informed that the new refrigerator would not fit through the door.
We had to put all the food back in the old fridge. The pickle jar was the first to be return.
I really had no object or person to express my vocal annoyance. After three days of expressing this annoyance, I wanted to hit my head against the wall. Maybe that is where I got the bump on my head!
We had to put all the food back in the old fridge. The pickle jar was the first to be return.
I really had no object or person to express my vocal annoyance. After three days of expressing this annoyance, I wanted to hit my head against the wall. Maybe that is where I got the bump on my head!
At nine o’clock that night, I opened the refrigerator door and found that he had put a quart of coffee on its side, and the entire bottle had emptied into my newly cleaned refrigerator.
My vocal annoyance returned.
My vocal annoyance returned.
It took nearly a half hour to clean up the coffee.
After all the events, I was exhausted and decided to go to bed. I turned on the light and found that the cat had threw up on our bed.
I am sure my neighbors now heard the vocal annoyance I had been yelling the last three days as it was much louder now as I screamed:
“God dammit!”
Just to let you know he has not opened that jar of pickles. It still sits in the refrigerator unopened. He has however moved on to a new crisis and fixation. He has the need to flush the toilet often when it is not needed. He then let me know it is still working.
Patience!
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With Huntington's his memory and awareness is in tact, however it does cause weird fixations or short-circuting at times. He cannot follow directions or problem solve. For example, if I tell him to turn around, he will only move slightly. I have to tell him I need to see his butt. I cannot give him a task to do. But he will discuss current events and give me a summary of any news that I miss.
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