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Addicted to Cold Water: My Story JILL PECK VONA

Addicted to Cold Water: My Story

JILL PECK VONA

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ISBN : 9781450054423
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410 pages
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Chapter 12 The Kiddy Pool I was surviving with a warm sponge bath, as long as I didnt exert myself. I wasnt totally happy because I was too inactive. I didnt feel I was contributing anything in any direction, and the day was all about me. PaulMoreChapter 12 The Kiddy Pool I was surviving with a warm sponge bath, as long as I didnt exert myself. I wasnt totally happy because I was too inactive. I didnt feel I was contributing anything in any direction, and the day was all about me. Paul always quieted me down by saying, In good time, just give yourself time. We acquired a new roomer, and I wasnt sure how I felt about that. I knew Paul needed the extra income- however, I was just getting used to being around Paul. I was feeling relaxed in our conversations, and now a stranger would be joining us. The roomer had a girlfriend nearby, and Pauls residence was mostly a place to hang his hat. I was never a very good conversationalist with men, but after I moved into Pauls house, that changed. I found that I was a little more at ease around men. I wasnt trying to be someone I wasnt or impress anyone- I became less nervous. The roomer was a likeable guy, easy to be around, and down to earth. Before I knew it, the three of us were watching television together or sitting around the kitchen table in deep discussion, or he and Paul raided the refrigerator and made their favorite, which was a bologna sandwich. When Paul was at work, the roomer and I watched my favorite soap opera, and that gave us 154 JILL PECK VONA something to talk about. On days when home aide didnt show up on time, our new roomer was at home. As the summer heat moved in on us, I grew more and more uncomfortable. Oddly enough, no matter how warm I was, my body never perspired. Paul was just the opposite and said he wished he didnt perspire so much. He didnt have to do anything, and he was wringing wet. In fact, he wore a rolled bandana around his head to stop the perspiration from dripping into his eyes. With just the least amount of exertion, Paul was a sweat machine. When Willie started wearing his bandana, Pauls comment was Willie copied my style. I also started eating less. I wasnt able to sit in our warm house and do nothing. I decided to drive around with the window down, hoping the fresh air would help. I was out of the house quite a bit. One day, while eating breakfast, I looked out the kitchen window. I saw a FOR SALE sign in the front yard. I was devastated, and my emotions erupted into a flood of tears. I frantically thought, Oh my goodness, where am I going to live? I have nowhere else to go. I was beginning to feel as if I was more than a roomer, even though our relationship had remained that of friends. I was extremely hurt and then angry as I gazed out at the unexpected sign. We had become close friends, and Paul knew how much I loved his house. While wiping the tears from my cheeks, I asked Paul why on earth he would want to sell his house. He told me I wasnt in it long enough to make it worth his while to keep it. All he needed was a room where he could shower and sleep. The house had become a nagging headache. He was tired of the upkeep and the roomers. Paul said, as a laborer in construction, he had to put up with some awful stuff in order to pay the mortgage. I spoke up boldly and without any real right to do so and said, Youre not selling this house, and I wont let you. If you dont take the FOR SALE sign down, I will. 155 ADDICTED TO COLD WATER: MY STORY I was courageous in my determined plea and bravado speech, but my inner self was totally afraid of Pauls reaction and the possibility that he wouldnt listen to my reasoning. The mere thought of moving again implanted a sick feeling that tore throughout my body. I wasnt sure what was worse: the fear of losing my place to live or my blurry, swollen red eyes and the knot in my stomach that felt like a boulder. I couldnt stop crying. Remember, I am an addict, and I was driven by my addiction. I didnt, and I couldnt put anyone or anything else before that addiction. The next day the sign was down. The atmosphere gradually dispersed into a more peaceful state, and life continued, but the heat was becoming unbearable. F