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Help Needed


You’ve been granted magical engineering skills, but you can only use them to build one gadget or machine. What do you build?

Right now I would build the perfect machine to transfer a paralysed person from bed to a wheelchair or to the bathroom. Something small, and manoeuvrable that would fit in a small apartment. A single machine for all the manoeuvres needed, inexpensive and easy to handle. Something automatic, and at the same time safe for the patient and for the caregiver.It would save a lot of back aches and tiredness to the caregiver and insecurity to the patient. The caregiver don’t have to become a load lifter. But sometimes, doing those manoeuvres of transference from bed to the wheelchair and so on, is so exhausting that one has no strength to do other things more important for the well-being of the patient. People who have suffered a brain stroke need attention, personal care, observation, conversation, little exercises. They need, most of all, company. But the family around get exhausted doing for them difficult services like those before mentioned. The cranes and other machines that are in the market are awfully expensive or too big for small apartments.

World’s Best Widget


Top Ten: The Prompt


Since my mom got sick three years ago and has required all my attention, I’ve felt unable to set other priorities. It’s strange how a life can change completely from an instant to another. I used to have a great variety of interests and activities. Now, she occupies my mind and my time. These days I’m worried because she is suffering and her mood is low. I’m doing everything in my power to give her a better quality of life. She loves to see me happy and smiling, so I have to hide my emotions and don’t show my worry in front of her. She likes to see me well dressed, so I try to take care of my appearance. She likes to receive new things, so I buy on-line things for me and for her always in her mailing address, so she can see the packages and enjoy when we open them (she can’t open them because is paralytic). Above all, she loves to know I’m around. I’m not too talkative, but she doesn’t mind. All she cares is to know I’m there. She says likes being with me because I’m quiet and that gives her peace. She gives me peace too. And she knows how to show me her love, with thousands of little things, like when she caress delicately my hair with the only hand she can move while I’m kneeling to put on her slippers.
So I have no longer a top ten list. Not for now. My top list is only of one.

Top Ten: The Prompt.



The Lottery day


What’s your next, most pressing deadline? Are you excited, stressed, or ambivalent about it? What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you’re done with it?

If I disappear from the blogosphere the 22nd of this month will be because the woman who is helping me with the care of my mom will have gone and I will be extremely busy for at least the next two weeks. I only have three more days to get ready. Mom is severely paralysed, and she needs help for everything. My sister and I will take turns to be with her 24 hours a day. But we have to get organized because to move her she needs two persons. So take turns is not enough. Am I anxious? Yes, I am. I would like to have means to give her the best professional care. Instead, she’ll have to rely on my inexpert (but loving) hands. I’m nervous because I’m afraid to fail or to do something wrong.

By coincidence that same day in Spain there is a big extraordinary draw of the lottery. I’m playing two numbers with my pals of the press association. I’ve never had luck in the lottery but I’m praying for this year’s numbers (I never did such a thing before). I don’t want a big prize. Enough to keep living. If I won something I’d spend it in the care of my mom.

I realise I’m not talking about deadlines but the 22nd is the most pressing date I have in the horizon.


In Due Time.


Out of Breath

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We all seem to insist on how busy, busy, busy we constantly are. Let’s put things in perspective: tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.

I don’t know about the craziest day in the past decade. There have been several. But my craziest day had taken place earlier, 14 or 15 years ago, when after a frantic month my boss gave me three assignments for the same day. I warned him that I was too tired and It was too much, but he insisted. I did the work he asked and finished at midnight but at the end I collapsed. I went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with a deep depression.

Later I went back to my old job in the newsroom.  Every day I had to edit two or three pages of international news which was a frantic run against the clock starting at 4 pm till 11 pm or later. When the time came to do the book of the year, I had to write too reports about what had happened during the year and keep at the same time editing my three pages a day. Those days my schedule was expanded to four more hours in the morning to check the archives, choose the pictures and write.

And I had to find time to tend my family.

I guess any working woman can tell similar stories. So there is nothing special in my busy days in the last decade.

Now I’m similarly busy, taking care of my mom. Above all when we have to go out to see the doctor. She needs help for everything. There is no moment of rest. Only when she’s sleeping. But she doesn’t sleep very well lately.

I remember the days we had to do endless paperwork in order to get some social security help for my mom. My sister and I couldn’t leave her alone, and at the same time we had to go from office to office to achieve something. Really busy and stressful days.

Out of Breath.