Monday, December 29, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Can we talk?
Stranger to write than speak. Just going through some weird shit right now. It is the culmination of March 11th come. All of this has left me in an excitable emotional state. And I cannot stand it.
At the end of this week. Friday the 12th. We loose more people. Under the guise of doing it for good. They are basically saying that those terminated on the 31st can bring in their stuff and get paid as if they were here. Not a bad deal.
Firstly the guise is this. If they kept the 31st then someone would have to be here to inventory it. Come on. Someone travel for work between Christmas and New Years. Doesn't take a rocket scientist.
It's the other part. The other part is what gets me. I'll tell you tomorrow.
At the end of this week. Friday the 12th. We loose more people. Under the guise of doing it for good. They are basically saying that those terminated on the 31st can bring in their stuff and get paid as if they were here. Not a bad deal.
Firstly the guise is this. If they kept the 31st then someone would have to be here to inventory it. Come on. Someone travel for work between Christmas and New Years. Doesn't take a rocket scientist.
It's the other part. The other part is what gets me. I'll tell you tomorrow.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Roll out the barrel. Reality creeps in.
I cannot momentarily post from home. Such is life. You'll all live I'm sure. Thoughts are a tad disorganized, was not feeling well at all this past weekend. Spent it in bed, except for me making myself soup. Of course this meant no cleaning inside the house could occur. But that's not why you're here. Or is it.
It occurs to me occasionally that this blog becomes oddly directionless. There is no captain at the wheel so to speak. Very odd. I'm sitting here in December with a lot going on. I'm recapping my life for an audience I seldom hear from. Yet I know you exist. So what is the purpose. Well at least there's no charge for admission so I really owe very little.
The elderly co-worker of mine just handed me 3 sugarless cough drops. As I am at the very tail end of this thing I caught. In a mere 3 weeks....damn.
In a mere 3 weeks it will only be my manager and myself here. Not fun. I will miss my co-workers. As will he. But still for me it's different somehow. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I don't want to be here anymore. I haven't for awhile now. But at the end of things, it's time to move.
Of course that's easiest typed. Easier said than done as well. What next lies on the horizon is surely a mystery for me. This is not where I wanted to be.
For the 4th or 5th straight month no house money from the brother in law. Oh the hilarity of it. You see according to his brother and sister they've been concerned that I could just toss his ass out. Now they've a new problem. Their only hostage is dead.
Look I did what I could to save this house. To my own detriment. Stupidly I admit to it. But it's over. I don't have to worry about having heat or electric or cable if she comes home. She's not.
Furthermore there is a hole in the roof and on the other side the roof is collapsing. Oh well. I'm getting myself in order and that's what counts. My 47th year should be a better one....hopefully.
Well that's it for today's entry. Just a rambling one. Blame reality. It crept in.
It occurs to me occasionally that this blog becomes oddly directionless. There is no captain at the wheel so to speak. Very odd. I'm sitting here in December with a lot going on. I'm recapping my life for an audience I seldom hear from. Yet I know you exist. So what is the purpose. Well at least there's no charge for admission so I really owe very little.
The elderly co-worker of mine just handed me 3 sugarless cough drops. As I am at the very tail end of this thing I caught. In a mere 3 weeks....damn.
In a mere 3 weeks it will only be my manager and myself here. Not fun. I will miss my co-workers. As will he. But still for me it's different somehow. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I don't want to be here anymore. I haven't for awhile now. But at the end of things, it's time to move.
Of course that's easiest typed. Easier said than done as well. What next lies on the horizon is surely a mystery for me. This is not where I wanted to be.
For the 4th or 5th straight month no house money from the brother in law. Oh the hilarity of it. You see according to his brother and sister they've been concerned that I could just toss his ass out. Now they've a new problem. Their only hostage is dead.
Look I did what I could to save this house. To my own detriment. Stupidly I admit to it. But it's over. I don't have to worry about having heat or electric or cable if she comes home. She's not.
Furthermore there is a hole in the roof and on the other side the roof is collapsing. Oh well. I'm getting myself in order and that's what counts. My 47th year should be a better one....hopefully.
Well that's it for today's entry. Just a rambling one. Blame reality. It crept in.
Friday, December 5, 2014
She settled into a new room at the center. Not at all near where she was last time. Her window looked out into the front door area. Didn't seem as enthused to be there. There was a row from the first night about her going outside for a smoke.
Essentially we found the area that I refer to as the pit. Found out the regulations, she'd not be able to use it for a day or 2. That in itself was an issue. Then life returned to an abnormal mess.
B.I.L. went up M, W, F and me T and T during the week. On the weekends he had the earlier visit and I had the night. At this writing it's been about a month on the calendar to the date of her passing. It's still an odd feeling of having so much time on my own and his hands as well.
Work was going. My knee making small improvements. Yeah remember I injured it? Anyway it's back there somewhere if you forgot. And thanks to those that did remember and were curious. Yard work had come to a stop. The only thing I thought odd was the look of my leg. I defined it as looking like it was peeling from a sun tan. I had no idea what it was.
And the people at work. Not in my department mind you, just around the building. Everyone had an opinion.
"Oh that doesn't look well you should see someone."
"That hasn't healed by now? That can't be good."
"You should see a Dr. right away."
I'd be lying if I didn't say it was wearing on me and worrying me a great deal. Especially with the peeling aspect of it.
It was also a month before the great Exodus of departments being laid off. I spent a lot of time visiting. One of my favorites was a man named Mike in accounts payable. He basically hooked me up with his wife's orthopedist. And he took our company's lack luster insurance.
Also in there I believe was a visit to my cardiologist. Damned fugged time line. It was he that clinched it for me to see one.
So I made the appointment. Was literally a direct run on a major road. Right where it ended south and you could only go left or right. It was so perfect.
Since I'd injured my knee and the B.I.L. was still working the far away place, I'd had my own routines. I started a new one. The morning cigar. A thing I've heard of before, but not something I'd ever done. Well I had a light one every day since the accident. And not lying, enjoyed it thoroughly. By the way that ended when I was told I could go back to the gym. Just saying.
So one morning before work I did a test run. I knew the exact location. I was happy. In fact I didn't even need to leave work early. Which was an issue. Maybe I'll touch on that tomorrow.
Essentially we found the area that I refer to as the pit. Found out the regulations, she'd not be able to use it for a day or 2. That in itself was an issue. Then life returned to an abnormal mess.
B.I.L. went up M, W, F and me T and T during the week. On the weekends he had the earlier visit and I had the night. At this writing it's been about a month on the calendar to the date of her passing. It's still an odd feeling of having so much time on my own and his hands as well.
Work was going. My knee making small improvements. Yeah remember I injured it? Anyway it's back there somewhere if you forgot. And thanks to those that did remember and were curious. Yard work had come to a stop. The only thing I thought odd was the look of my leg. I defined it as looking like it was peeling from a sun tan. I had no idea what it was.
And the people at work. Not in my department mind you, just around the building. Everyone had an opinion.
"Oh that doesn't look well you should see someone."
"That hasn't healed by now? That can't be good."
"You should see a Dr. right away."
I'd be lying if I didn't say it was wearing on me and worrying me a great deal. Especially with the peeling aspect of it.
It was also a month before the great Exodus of departments being laid off. I spent a lot of time visiting. One of my favorites was a man named Mike in accounts payable. He basically hooked me up with his wife's orthopedist. And he took our company's lack luster insurance.
Also in there I believe was a visit to my cardiologist. Damned fugged time line. It was he that clinched it for me to see one.
So I made the appointment. Was literally a direct run on a major road. Right where it ended south and you could only go left or right. It was so perfect.
Since I'd injured my knee and the B.I.L. was still working the far away place, I'd had my own routines. I started a new one. The morning cigar. A thing I've heard of before, but not something I'd ever done. Well I had a light one every day since the accident. And not lying, enjoyed it thoroughly. By the way that ended when I was told I could go back to the gym. Just saying.
So one morning before work I did a test run. I knew the exact location. I was happy. In fact I didn't even need to leave work early. Which was an issue. Maybe I'll touch on that tomorrow.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
A trip to the Emergency Room.
Now here is some culpability on my end. Really hope that is the correct word. Since this was set up I bought her a pack of smokes. There was a smoking program at the rehab center. Had to make apologies for that when I called her a liar.
There is almost nothing creepier than an empty E.R. To me at least. We got there. They did the usual. I brought her stuff in and left her ensconced there. She was to call me to let me know when she got to the rehab.
Long story shortened. She was in Congested Heart Failure. There is enough out there for you all to look it up. This was news. So she would be there for a few days. Things did not go well and I don't mean health wise.
B.I.L went up. There was a fuss about her going for a smoke. Apparently they no longer let you smoke in front of this hospital anymore. But that wasn't even the issue. A wheel chair was never brought up. Okay the next night was mine.
She was in her bitchy mood. We were going to the lounge. It was on the same floor. I saw no real reason to deny this request. Wheel chair was brought forth. Nurse offered to help. Sister wanted to wait. Well I didn't notice but the nurse did. She'd dropped a smoke and a book of matches.
There was a bit of a row. She demanded to be let out front to smoke. They said no. Things began to get loud. They said she couldn't go out with the heart thing. So she took it off. This brought nurses in thinking a problem. Then she said fine. She was going to go to the bathroom. She did. And they smelled it.
Yup, in a hospital room, with oxygen on, she was smoking in the bathroom. They busted the door made her flush it. And that was that.
At some point she came to her senses and when it was she an I in there she asked if they were going to ask her to leave. I went out and told the nurses she was ready to apologize.
Upon returning home I related the tale to the B.I.L., who had a few choice words to say. Then as I finished she called begging me not to tell him. To his credit he never did. Another tale.
At some point there'd been a room change. I'm actually not sure what transpired. I think a nurse had been mean or something. The phone rang at about 2 in the morning. I woke up B.I.L. shaking me, saying the typical "I can't do this anymore you talk to her" handed me the phone and walked away. Lovely way to be woken up.
"Morning."
"You have to come and get me right now. I am not staying here another minute." there was probably a rather lengthy explanation that time woven away.
I explained that they did not release people out of the hospital at 2 in the morning. I also explained I was most likely not getting past security in the E.R. As most hospitals, this one closes the main entrance and you go in through the E.R.
There was some more unpleasantness and she hung up on me. B.I.L. was standing looking utterly disheveled. I told him to go back to bed, I'd take the next couple of calls. Phone rang.
"Well are you coming to get me!?"
"No I'm not. Sorry."
"Fine then I'll call a cab!."
"I'll leave the porch light on and unlock the front door."
If a cell phone could have a receiver to slam down, that would be what happened next. But in this age of technology she just hung up on me. She called back about 30 min. later and apologized. She also said she was going to stay the night.
Part of me wishes this was all in order in my memory. But it just isn't anymore. This is the best I can offer. If there are any repeats or such, just blame the authors memory.
As I recalled we got a call from the hospital, another 2 in the morn call. There had been a cardiac event and she'd stopped breathing for a length of time. She called later and cleared it up. And this goes by what I've said before in these entries, Stay Alert!
Long story short. They knew about the C.H.F. They knew she needed a CPAP machine. They just didn't provide one. That was what happened. All was fine. She was back in rehab 2 days later.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Whatever night it was I had cooked. No clue what it was. Had served her. B.I.L eating in living room, me in the kitchen at the counter. A call from my sister rang out. "Hurry come quick!"
This wasn't unusual. In fact it would often be the call she'd make to have a spider killed. I walked to the room, B.I.L remained seated.
She'd dropped her smoke. The floor was on fire. Better yet it was burning the hose of the oxygen machine.
I shouted fire and told him to bring water. Acting quickly I turned the oxygen machine off and put out the fire. He arrived. I looked up sharply at my sister and chastised her soundly. "Next time yell Fire!"
The new concern now became finding her a hose for the oxygen machine. And it had to be long enough to reach the bathroom. No further recriminations were given.
This had long been a dread of mine. How many times do you hear about people falling asleep with a smoke and causing a fire? And this was due to her low blood oxygen level, of that I was sure.
Shortly afterwards, maybe a night or 2 she'd made a decision. She needed to go back to rehab.
I didn't disagree at all. In fact I'd thought it a mistake for her to come home. At the center she had a life, some friends, activities and such. At home she was alone all day. No motivation. At night I came home, cooked, visited, then relaxed. Sometimes we'd even watch some television.
He'd come home. See her for 5 min. Drink, eat dinner, drink, make her tea, drink, go to bed and pass out. Hell compared to that I'd prefer the rehab too.
So 3 weeks to the day the plan was to take her to the E.R. She'd arranged it so she could be gotten into the rehab center. But nothing ever goes that smoothly.
This wasn't unusual. In fact it would often be the call she'd make to have a spider killed. I walked to the room, B.I.L remained seated.
She'd dropped her smoke. The floor was on fire. Better yet it was burning the hose of the oxygen machine.
I shouted fire and told him to bring water. Acting quickly I turned the oxygen machine off and put out the fire. He arrived. I looked up sharply at my sister and chastised her soundly. "Next time yell Fire!"
The new concern now became finding her a hose for the oxygen machine. And it had to be long enough to reach the bathroom. No further recriminations were given.
This had long been a dread of mine. How many times do you hear about people falling asleep with a smoke and causing a fire? And this was due to her low blood oxygen level, of that I was sure.
Shortly afterwards, maybe a night or 2 she'd made a decision. She needed to go back to rehab.
I didn't disagree at all. In fact I'd thought it a mistake for her to come home. At the center she had a life, some friends, activities and such. At home she was alone all day. No motivation. At night I came home, cooked, visited, then relaxed. Sometimes we'd even watch some television.
He'd come home. See her for 5 min. Drink, eat dinner, drink, make her tea, drink, go to bed and pass out. Hell compared to that I'd prefer the rehab too.
So 3 weeks to the day the plan was to take her to the E.R. She'd arranged it so she could be gotten into the rehab center. But nothing ever goes that smoothly.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
The last week at home.
Here we go. Now partly what happened the weekend of the 4th, the trust fund came up. She even spoke to his sister. That went over like a carbonate balloon. Just felt lead would have been overkill.
The pall over the house was now complete. It was obvious she was doing little to help herself. But she was saying she was.
I'm never sure if it is just purely pathological or what. The ability to tell someone that is a lie, but profess it to be the truth. Until it becomes a reality. Well let's do a quick foreshadowing, that would suffice. One night after her return to the rehab. Took her to the vending machine. She had a $10. I told her it didn't take tens, 1's and 5's. she assured me that she did this all the time. In it went. She got her purchase, let's say .90 and change in the amount of $4.10. That is a fine example.
Let us discuss sleep apnea a little. I think the majority of people that do suffer from it sleep on their backs. That is just my assessment. It may be worthless, who knows. But after a lifetime of it who is to say. Now there may be other conditions, in her case her C.O.P.D. It seems to me now that a majority of people over 50 now have what is called a CPAP machine. It is a machine patients use when sleeping. It forces oxygen through a mask. It looks uncomfortable enough so that I don't ever want to develop this condition.
Well she'd stopped using it. You really are just supposed to use it while sleeping. She used it constantly. I think that was a large issue too. I tried to explain the Dr.'s points. Wear oxygen when doing normal things and use that only when you're ready for bed. To no avail. She started using only the oxygen.
Look I'm not going into step by step, face it I don't have the tolerance. She became a tad dopey and oxygen deprived.
Sorry I just don't know how I wish to keep proceeding. Step by step, blow by blow. Makes for damned boring reading and writing. My belief is that I have now laid the ground work. Think we'll go back to the normal way tomorrow.
Monday, December 1, 2014
The first 2 days home she pretty much slept. Rehabs are a lot like hospitals. You don't really get to rest. I was feeling positive as all Hell. Even made a few day trip plans. Had suggestions. I was all in. Sadly I was the only one. Oh no faithful reader. I am still the same realist. There will be reminiscing, maybe tender stuff. But I am still the same about those 2. Anyway.
The following week looked promising. The B.I.L. was off. So if there were any bumps; or need of help, he'd be there. Weekend went as it always did. They started fighting like cats and dogs Saturday night. I think it was over her demand for a smoke.
I put my headphones on and listened to podcasts until I fell asleep. Sunday night the same shit. Monday was the beginning of the week. Gave her a little pep talk. She assured me she was leaving the bedroom. Off I went. Yup, whoever thought that she didn't leave was right.
I let it slide until Wed. I tried talking to her again. First it was an excuse of that she had been exercising in the bedroom. Then it was that the cluttered doorway was impassible. Then she demanded the walker. It was my mom's and in the garage. It was brought forth. That week passed into the weekend. The B.I.L. telling me she never left the room. Yet I was still somewhat hopeful.
He was spending his usual time with her the following week. Come home, 10 min to complain about his day. Then watch T.V. in the living room and drink. Eat dinner, he'd bring her's for her into the bedroom. Downstairs still drinking. Come upstairs and make her tea for like 2 hours. She bought it. When really all he was doing was drinking and drunkenly complaining to himself. Part of me wonders if he regrets that.
The fights were nightly. No I don't think the alcohol played a bigger role. They were always volatile. One night I did intercede, it was annoying as Hell.
With some encouragement from her and myself the next week. It was the July 4th weekend. Told you the time line may be iffy. He went to stay for an overnight with his family.
It was an alright night. I even watched the Macy's day fireworks with my sister. Something I never do and I suppose now I'm glad I did.
He came back and said he'd a nice time. Then it was back to fighting every night. It was truly nightmarish. the second week passed. She still had not left the room. At 1 point I distinctly remember. She'd called him in to watch some T.V. He screamed from the kitchen that he was making her tea. Bet he wishes he could have those 2 hours back. But hey there was fucking bud light to be drank.
The final week the fighting slowed. My sister was not backsliding completely.
I'm going to stop here for today.
The following week looked promising. The B.I.L. was off. So if there were any bumps; or need of help, he'd be there. Weekend went as it always did. They started fighting like cats and dogs Saturday night. I think it was over her demand for a smoke.
I put my headphones on and listened to podcasts until I fell asleep. Sunday night the same shit. Monday was the beginning of the week. Gave her a little pep talk. She assured me she was leaving the bedroom. Off I went. Yup, whoever thought that she didn't leave was right.
I let it slide until Wed. I tried talking to her again. First it was an excuse of that she had been exercising in the bedroom. Then it was that the cluttered doorway was impassible. Then she demanded the walker. It was my mom's and in the garage. It was brought forth. That week passed into the weekend. The B.I.L. telling me she never left the room. Yet I was still somewhat hopeful.
He was spending his usual time with her the following week. Come home, 10 min to complain about his day. Then watch T.V. in the living room and drink. Eat dinner, he'd bring her's for her into the bedroom. Downstairs still drinking. Come upstairs and make her tea for like 2 hours. She bought it. When really all he was doing was drinking and drunkenly complaining to himself. Part of me wonders if he regrets that.
The fights were nightly. No I don't think the alcohol played a bigger role. They were always volatile. One night I did intercede, it was annoying as Hell.
With some encouragement from her and myself the next week. It was the July 4th weekend. Told you the time line may be iffy. He went to stay for an overnight with his family.
It was an alright night. I even watched the Macy's day fireworks with my sister. Something I never do and I suppose now I'm glad I did.
He came back and said he'd a nice time. Then it was back to fighting every night. It was truly nightmarish. the second week passed. She still had not left the room. At 1 point I distinctly remember. She'd called him in to watch some T.V. He screamed from the kitchen that he was making her tea. Bet he wishes he could have those 2 hours back. But hey there was fucking bud light to be drank.
The final week the fighting slowed. My sister was not backsliding completely.
I'm going to stop here for today.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
The Final Homecoming
June was unaccountably hot if I recall. But I must admit my recollections of the last year are extremely suspect. That aside I remember this day.
A joyous day. My sister was to come home. New and improved. New attitude.
I'd never actually been to this place in the daytime before. The parking is completely full. What with staff, day patients and the ilk. I had to park way in the back on some grassy lot. As asked I'd picked up some cookies for the staff and a gift or 2.
I arrived at her room. She wasn't there. This room looked out onto a courtyard. She had wheeled herself, a very good thing, outside. She was just passing the window and I was glad. I really thought this was the time she'd come through.
I'll spare the little details of the goodbyes. The arduous task of lugging stuff from the room to the car.
Not sure I'd mentioned it. I'd made her a poster, I ran a print shop. It was of the B.I.L. and the dog. Something to cheer the room up. She loved it. Still have that too.
Got her home and situated, keeping the positive talk up. She was going to be on the ball. Just give her 2 days to adjust, get some quality sleep. It sounded so good.
A joyous day. My sister was to come home. New and improved. New attitude.
I'd never actually been to this place in the daytime before. The parking is completely full. What with staff, day patients and the ilk. I had to park way in the back on some grassy lot. As asked I'd picked up some cookies for the staff and a gift or 2.
I arrived at her room. She wasn't there. This room looked out onto a courtyard. She had wheeled herself, a very good thing, outside. She was just passing the window and I was glad. I really thought this was the time she'd come through.
I'll spare the little details of the goodbyes. The arduous task of lugging stuff from the room to the car.
Not sure I'd mentioned it. I'd made her a poster, I ran a print shop. It was of the B.I.L. and the dog. Something to cheer the room up. She loved it. Still have that too.
Got her home and situated, keeping the positive talk up. She was going to be on the ball. Just give her 2 days to adjust, get some quality sleep. It sounded so good.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Trying to straighten this out and find the thread
Okay the line is entirely convoluted. As am I with the order of things. I started reading from where I got the flu and forward. Things are muddled but we will sally forth.
You see I'm at odds as to the times when she was in the rehab center. Brother in Law assures me it was all this year. I'm not so sure. But it's been busy.
Okay the knee injury is decidedly after the flu. See if I can work this out on the fly. Far as I can remember she had 3 rooms so 3 visits. He says 4.
I can recall the first one somewhat. That might have ended with the trip to the hospital. Nothing memorable about that one. This may have been the missing link. The one that she got sent back to the hospital. Upon being released it was recommended that she go to rehab. She refused. Got here home. Half an hour later I called the ambulance.
The second was about the time of the flu and knee injury. She'd actually made a friend, dude in the room next to her. He got her more involved in the center. She got to know some people there. She always had the knack for making friends.
Okay I think I've pulled some threads together. We'll start with her coming home on June 26 tomorrow.
You see I'm at odds as to the times when she was in the rehab center. Brother in Law assures me it was all this year. I'm not so sure. But it's been busy.
Okay the knee injury is decidedly after the flu. See if I can work this out on the fly. Far as I can remember she had 3 rooms so 3 visits. He says 4.
I can recall the first one somewhat. That might have ended with the trip to the hospital. Nothing memorable about that one. This may have been the missing link. The one that she got sent back to the hospital. Upon being released it was recommended that she go to rehab. She refused. Got here home. Half an hour later I called the ambulance.
The second was about the time of the flu and knee injury. She'd actually made a friend, dude in the room next to her. He got her more involved in the center. She got to know some people there. She always had the knack for making friends.
Okay I think I've pulled some threads together. We'll start with her coming home on June 26 tomorrow.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sitting here.
Sitting here in a chair. I'm of 3 different minds.
1.) Continue to the point of when the last post occurred.
2.) Just explain it and end this blog.
3.) Start a new blog because this one is now compromised.
Number 3 is the most interesting. After all one of the driving forces that got us here was that MySpace had been compromised. The new one is a little more complicated but inherently lazy.
Number 2. I've thought about it. Start afresh. Meaning that I am at a new chapter and a new point in my life. Or at least very close to it. So why not a new one?
Number 1. As a story teller I think my silent audience deserves the tale. It's been a puzzle to me, maybe because I write very raw. Or maybe I just am able to put things into words. Or perhaps this somehow makes people feel like they're not alone.
By the way I'm at work and writing this. Officially before I'm on the clock so it's okay. I think we will go with all 3 choices. In order. Stay tuned who knows if I change my mood.
1.) Continue to the point of when the last post occurred.
2.) Just explain it and end this blog.
3.) Start a new blog because this one is now compromised.
Number 3 is the most interesting. After all one of the driving forces that got us here was that MySpace had been compromised. The new one is a little more complicated but inherently lazy.
Number 2. I've thought about it. Start afresh. Meaning that I am at a new chapter and a new point in my life. Or at least very close to it. So why not a new one?
Number 1. As a story teller I think my silent audience deserves the tale. It's been a puzzle to me, maybe because I write very raw. Or maybe I just am able to put things into words. Or perhaps this somehow makes people feel like they're not alone.
By the way I'm at work and writing this. Officially before I'm on the clock so it's okay. I think we will go with all 3 choices. In order. Stay tuned who knows if I change my mood.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Death
My sister has passed. I'll not be able to keep up the posts as promised. Sorry. Will let you know when I'm back.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Synopsis to cover the knee stuff.
That first night, I remember having no pain. I was concerned about that. I had no real issues. 5 months or so in the future I don't remember if I'd started cooking again or not.
The rest of the week continued well enough. By the end something was new. Brother in law was now having to leave very early. He was working back where my sisters previous hospital was. See other entries.
So I was to take care of the dog and such. We quickly established a routine. About 6 it was outside time. Or for her it was free time for 15 min.
We'd go out back, carefully making sure not to lock my stupid self out of the house. She'd go first and me following with a cup of coffee. Oh yes, coffee and I are still very much an item.
I remember it being a pleasant spring. There was still space for me to hobble around. From that bit of weeding I'd done and that my brother in law helped with.
We had a thing where we'd split the yard. She'd spend the first 7 or so minutes on one side then we'd switch. The birds obliged us with tunes. The sky with clouds and such. Oh Spring mornings, there is pure magic still left in thee. (Remember I'm stating this in the beginning of November.)
After that I'd lock the house down. Slowly amble out to my car and go to work. Since I couldn't go to the gym I had loads of time. So, if I've covered this the readers and I have forgotten.
I broke down and downloaded a game on my IPhone. It was free so why not eh?
Park at work, hobble inside. Store my stuff at my desk. Go to the cafeteria and get a cup of tea. Then to my booth where my leg could be properly elevated until it was time to go to work.
I admit to enjoying this routine. In fact I would still be doing it now, but we'll get to that in a few months I suppose. Poor buggers you.
Happily I was still able to keep my hours and the drive home was no crucible. So I continued.
The rest of the week continued well enough. By the end something was new. Brother in law was now having to leave very early. He was working back where my sisters previous hospital was. See other entries.
So I was to take care of the dog and such. We quickly established a routine. About 6 it was outside time. Or for her it was free time for 15 min.
We'd go out back, carefully making sure not to lock my stupid self out of the house. She'd go first and me following with a cup of coffee. Oh yes, coffee and I are still very much an item.
I remember it being a pleasant spring. There was still space for me to hobble around. From that bit of weeding I'd done and that my brother in law helped with.
We had a thing where we'd split the yard. She'd spend the first 7 or so minutes on one side then we'd switch. The birds obliged us with tunes. The sky with clouds and such. Oh Spring mornings, there is pure magic still left in thee. (Remember I'm stating this in the beginning of November.)
After that I'd lock the house down. Slowly amble out to my car and go to work. Since I couldn't go to the gym I had loads of time. So, if I've covered this the readers and I have forgotten.
I broke down and downloaded a game on my IPhone. It was free so why not eh?
Park at work, hobble inside. Store my stuff at my desk. Go to the cafeteria and get a cup of tea. Then to my booth where my leg could be properly elevated until it was time to go to work.
I admit to enjoying this routine. In fact I would still be doing it now, but we'll get to that in a few months I suppose. Poor buggers you.
Happily I was still able to keep my hours and the drive home was no crucible. So I continued.
Am I becoming one of them......
I don't know. What do I mean by them? Them, yes we'll keep the word like it is, is a reflection. I've spoken of it before. When one blogs a lot and suddenly falls off.
The biggest reason I don't feel I qualify as one of the 'Them' is that I am blatantly unapologetic about it.
The sad part is what you are all missing out on. And I've only reached the first day of work on the knee injury, and that was 4 or 5 months ago.
It would be to cumbersome a task to just pick up here. And the little cohesion you ever found in these words would really be messed up. And yet, a few still come in hopes of a word or 2.
So we'll just have to try. Let's open with a double entry as I've decided against the gym this morning.
The biggest reason I don't feel I qualify as one of the 'Them' is that I am blatantly unapologetic about it.
The sad part is what you are all missing out on. And I've only reached the first day of work on the knee injury, and that was 4 or 5 months ago.
It would be to cumbersome a task to just pick up here. And the little cohesion you ever found in these words would really be messed up. And yet, a few still come in hopes of a word or 2.
So we'll just have to try. Let's open with a double entry as I've decided against the gym this morning.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
First day at work
The day wasn't to difficult. Really sort of slow. Took time for a break here and there. Was glad about lunch.
Keeping the leg elevated was a priority to me. I've no reason why. Just seemed a good idea. Where ever I worked I had it on a mail bucket. At my desk it was conveniently on top of my computer.
As I already mentioned I was stiffed legged. I'd stopped taking my diuretic in the day time. Just took to much time to get to the bathroom. And took me way to long. For some odd reason I felt that would be the point that was noticed.
I mean normally it's not an issue, yes we're talking bathroom time here and now. Especially at work where you've room in the stall at least. It was still awkward sitting and standing and took time. But it beat the home team. Anyway.
I remember taking Tylenol again and was glad for the end of the day. My manager would be out for the rest of the week the day after. I was very curious to see how my body and leg would hold up.
I remember hobbling up my driveway. Pleased with myself on the one hand. Brother in law was less than pleased when he came home and had to cook. Oh well.
The next morning, and no we are not about to go for a day by day, just giving highlights.
Know what. For that thought I'm going to make that another entry.
Keeping the leg elevated was a priority to me. I've no reason why. Just seemed a good idea. Where ever I worked I had it on a mail bucket. At my desk it was conveniently on top of my computer.
As I already mentioned I was stiffed legged. I'd stopped taking my diuretic in the day time. Just took to much time to get to the bathroom. And took me way to long. For some odd reason I felt that would be the point that was noticed.
I mean normally it's not an issue, yes we're talking bathroom time here and now. Especially at work where you've room in the stall at least. It was still awkward sitting and standing and took time. But it beat the home team. Anyway.
I remember taking Tylenol again and was glad for the end of the day. My manager would be out for the rest of the week the day after. I was very curious to see how my body and leg would hold up.
I remember hobbling up my driveway. Pleased with myself on the one hand. Brother in law was less than pleased when he came home and had to cook. Oh well.
The next morning, and no we are not about to go for a day by day, just giving highlights.
Know what. For that thought I'm going to make that another entry.
Stuff.
Now as the brother in law was still working far away I had to prepare for the morning routines. Mostly for the dog's sake. Since I was now able to go down stairs we had our ritualistic mornings.
Bowl of kibble. 2 cups of coffee. And just before I left outside with the dregs of the pot. I gave her the usual 15 of free time to roam around the yard. Spring was nice this year.
I was wondering, what was I to do with myself while I waited for work to begin. I then realized that I could just download a free game on my phone. I believe it was infinity sword 2. Why not, price was just right for me.
I began the drive to work with trepidation. This would be the first venture in traffic for the knee. Was I up to it? Well thankfully the answer was yes.
I pulled into my normal spot at work. Looked at the huge distance, distance grows when you hobble, and just went for it. Walking very cautiously. Think the 2 min walk took me 5 or 6. Thankfully I get in early enough so that almost no one sees me.
Made it inside, down the elevator. Met one person and explained. Made it into my work area. My elderly co-worker met me and once I put my food away I gave him the whole story. The talkative co-worker was saying I'd bee out for weeks.
I hobbled down to the cafeteria. Found a secluded booth. It was nice and out of the way. Also I could just put my leg up and elevate it for awhile. Something I felt good about. I took a few acetaminophen before I left and had brought some with me. Wanted to be prepared.
Bowl of kibble. 2 cups of coffee. And just before I left outside with the dregs of the pot. I gave her the usual 15 of free time to roam around the yard. Spring was nice this year.
I was wondering, what was I to do with myself while I waited for work to begin. I then realized that I could just download a free game on my phone. I believe it was infinity sword 2. Why not, price was just right for me.
I began the drive to work with trepidation. This would be the first venture in traffic for the knee. Was I up to it? Well thankfully the answer was yes.
I pulled into my normal spot at work. Looked at the huge distance, distance grows when you hobble, and just went for it. Walking very cautiously. Think the 2 min walk took me 5 or 6. Thankfully I get in early enough so that almost no one sees me.
Made it inside, down the elevator. Met one person and explained. Made it into my work area. My elderly co-worker met me and once I put my food away I gave him the whole story. The talkative co-worker was saying I'd bee out for weeks.
I hobbled down to the cafeteria. Found a secluded booth. It was nice and out of the way. Also I could just put my leg up and elevate it for awhile. Something I felt good about. I took a few acetaminophen before I left and had brought some with me. Wanted to be prepared.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
No excuse.
There will be a blog today, tomorrow and Monday at the very least.
My time passed and my leg was getting more manageable. By Sunday I'd removed the accursed immobilizer. Hobbling badly but able to get down the front stairs. I did a test run.
Uncomfortably I'd made it to my car. My leg did not have full mobility to bend. Basically with one hand on the door and the other on the handle they give you on the inner roof. I issued my leg into the car. It was perfect.
While not able to be mobile enough to walk and such, it was in the perfect angle to drive. Getting in and out were the tough parts. I gave it 1 more day. Monday I went for small rides. Feeling better to be under my own control once again. Feeling slightly free.
The part that sucked was hobbling. It is actually very tiring and trying. Takes forever to get anywhere at all.
For those playing along at home all you have to do is just keep one knee bent so that only the ball of you foot hits the floor.
I knew to be careful about eating, since I wasn't getting as much exercise diet was crucial. I did not want to gain more weight for lack of movement.
I prepared lunch for work the next day. I don't remember if I was cooking or not. But I had to return to work. Plus my manager would be off from Wednesday on. Oh joy Oh rapture.
My time passed and my leg was getting more manageable. By Sunday I'd removed the accursed immobilizer. Hobbling badly but able to get down the front stairs. I did a test run.
Uncomfortably I'd made it to my car. My leg did not have full mobility to bend. Basically with one hand on the door and the other on the handle they give you on the inner roof. I issued my leg into the car. It was perfect.
While not able to be mobile enough to walk and such, it was in the perfect angle to drive. Getting in and out were the tough parts. I gave it 1 more day. Monday I went for small rides. Feeling better to be under my own control once again. Feeling slightly free.
The part that sucked was hobbling. It is actually very tiring and trying. Takes forever to get anywhere at all.
For those playing along at home all you have to do is just keep one knee bent so that only the ball of you foot hits the floor.
I knew to be careful about eating, since I wasn't getting as much exercise diet was crucial. I did not want to gain more weight for lack of movement.
I prepared lunch for work the next day. I don't remember if I was cooking or not. But I had to return to work. Plus my manager would be off from Wednesday on. Oh joy Oh rapture.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Dr. and disclaimer
The name of the Dr. staring in the the funny-ness is purely intended for comedic purposes. Not a name that I know of. In fact it goes back to the days of video arcades and putting you names on the wall of fame. Oh those days....quarters....video games....where was I? On with the post.
I began to make calls after 10 in the morning. Most Dr. offices open around 9. Had my cell phone and a notebook handy. I was taking this seriously.
"Good Morning, Dr. I.P. Freely's office, how can I help you?"
"Good Morning," I retorted cheerfully, "Dr. I.P. Freely saw me at questionable hospital yesterday and I was called to make a follow up appointment."
"Dr. I.P. Freely saw you at questionable hospital?"
"Yes he was the bone Dr. on call in the E.R."
"And questionable hospital told you to call? What is he nature of your injury?"
"Well I injured my knee yesterday and had to go to the E.R. They told me to follow up with Dr. I.P. Freely."
"Dr. I.P. Freely is a hand doctor."
Thus begat the confusion. The young lady was pleasant enough to me over the phone. She gave me 3 numbers of bone doctors to try. I thanked her and wished her a good day.
Number 1: The number you have reached is.....Huh?
Yup first doctor and his office number was disconnected. Daunted but undeterred I sallied forth.
Number 2: Very, very, very bored girl answered the phone. In fact I felt terrible for disturbing her with the phone call and almost apologized. I explained my situation. She asked for my insurance information. She then told me they would call me back to see if they took my insurance.
I'm still waiting for them to call me back.
Number 3: A very bright and cheerful office assistant took my call. No they didn't take my insurance. They could fit me in next Tuesday. The cost would be $250 up front.
She also advised me to call questionable hospital and make have them help find be a bone Dr. Since it was their responsibility.
I was done with Dr.s for that day.
t.b.c
I began to make calls after 10 in the morning. Most Dr. offices open around 9. Had my cell phone and a notebook handy. I was taking this seriously.
"Good Morning, Dr. I.P. Freely's office, how can I help you?"
"Good Morning," I retorted cheerfully, "Dr. I.P. Freely saw me at questionable hospital yesterday and I was called to make a follow up appointment."
"Dr. I.P. Freely saw you at questionable hospital?"
"Yes he was the bone Dr. on call in the E.R."
"And questionable hospital told you to call? What is he nature of your injury?"
"Well I injured my knee yesterday and had to go to the E.R. They told me to follow up with Dr. I.P. Freely."
"Dr. I.P. Freely is a hand doctor."
Thus begat the confusion. The young lady was pleasant enough to me over the phone. She gave me 3 numbers of bone doctors to try. I thanked her and wished her a good day.
Number 1: The number you have reached is.....Huh?
Yup first doctor and his office number was disconnected. Daunted but undeterred I sallied forth.
Number 2: Very, very, very bored girl answered the phone. In fact I felt terrible for disturbing her with the phone call and almost apologized. I explained my situation. She asked for my insurance information. She then told me they would call me back to see if they took my insurance.
I'm still waiting for them to call me back.
Number 3: A very bright and cheerful office assistant took my call. No they didn't take my insurance. They could fit me in next Tuesday. The cost would be $250 up front.
She also advised me to call questionable hospital and make have them help find be a bone Dr. Since it was their responsibility.
I was done with Dr.s for that day.
t.b.c
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Maybe it will go away
My old chiropractor had the title of this blog hanging in her office. I was entitled the 5 most dangerous words. I was not about to start practicing them.
Once the B.I.L. was told, then my sister, I settled in. I'd not be going to work for a few days. I stationed myself on my bed and watched t.v. Keeping the weight off the leg except for trips to the bathroom.
An immobilizer is just what it sounds like. It forces the appendage to stay straight and not bend. This made the bathroom very difficult to manage. Not to mention just getting there limping along.
I was using an old electrolux part as a cane. You can play along at home. Go to the bathroom and do not bend your right leg. Logistically difficult. Must move garbage pail. Damned tub, now have to sit at a difficult angle.
I had my brother in law station a bottle of seltzer on the counter for me and wished a good day. I was alone.
Settling in for some sleep and day time television watching. It was a day.
I'm going to stop this entry here. The next one shall have some good humor in it, least I think so. We shall see.
t.b.c.
Once the B.I.L. was told, then my sister, I settled in. I'd not be going to work for a few days. I stationed myself on my bed and watched t.v. Keeping the weight off the leg except for trips to the bathroom.
An immobilizer is just what it sounds like. It forces the appendage to stay straight and not bend. This made the bathroom very difficult to manage. Not to mention just getting there limping along.
I was using an old electrolux part as a cane. You can play along at home. Go to the bathroom and do not bend your right leg. Logistically difficult. Must move garbage pail. Damned tub, now have to sit at a difficult angle.
I had my brother in law station a bottle of seltzer on the counter for me and wished a good day. I was alone.
Settling in for some sleep and day time television watching. It was a day.
I'm going to stop this entry here. The next one shall have some good humor in it, least I think so. We shall see.
t.b.c.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Lets get it on...
The routine was going all to well. April passed blissfully away as it does each year. Even the dog enjoyed the new regime. She was happily on a schedule. Then good old May 22 came. Why is the day important. Just gives an idea of when things happen. And because I said so.
Let me say this at the start. I'm far from graceful. My right foot has always had a tendency to drag from time to time. Know anyone else who has tripped going up the stairs instead of down.
Well that morning I decided to replenish the bagels in my freezer. I was out. So I stopped at my store and got 5 sliced in half and was happily on my way. To much foreshadowing?
My car was across the street and it happened. I tripped. With a good deal of force. Landed on my left elbow and my right knee landed into the edge of some belgium blocks. Go look them up if you're unsure what they are.
I was down for a few minutes, my pants were torn. I grabbed my bagels and decided to go home and ice the knee. Technically this was nothing new. Last time I walloped it, around the time of the 4s, it's somewhere on the list of blogs. I iced it down and it responded.
Not so this time. Even more alarming, it was increasingly difficult to bend my leg. I was in trouble. I called a neighbor, 75 year old ex air force person. I mean he literally just came back from seeing his girlfriend in Canada. He was up and was glad to take me to the E.R. Once I got in the passenger seat he closed the door for me. I couldn't.
I felt it was the right move. We arrived. Told him that I'd call him later if I needed a ride home. I mean the hospital is a freaking 10 min. away.
Up on a bed, gave me more ice bags. This had to be about 8 in the morn now. Gave my story and such.
I got the usual xrays and quick cat scan. I saw the young Dr. on call all of 2 min. Had a misstep in the bathroom. How I longed for my sweats with a zipper. Or for that matter the ability to bend my leg. I literally pissed myself. Oh sorry that happened a little before the cat scan. Anyway, I was obliged with a plastic bag and some scrubs.
At about 2 I was told, no break, no fracture. Good news. They then put an immobilizer on my leg and didn't quite say how long to wear it. Was asked if I could get a ride home. I was of course offered a script for some pain killers. I refused. Damn they push those things huh?
I was also told to call the bone doctor that saw me and was on call the next day. With instructions that he's seen me in the E.R.
"I saw no bone doctor." I said.
"Well this is the name of the one that was on call. Just call the office tomorrow and follow up with them."
My neighbor arrived. We got home. Shit. I didn't bring my house keys. So I had a nice visit with him until the B.I.L. came home.
t.b.c. miss these?
Let me say this at the start. I'm far from graceful. My right foot has always had a tendency to drag from time to time. Know anyone else who has tripped going up the stairs instead of down.
Well that morning I decided to replenish the bagels in my freezer. I was out. So I stopped at my store and got 5 sliced in half and was happily on my way. To much foreshadowing?
My car was across the street and it happened. I tripped. With a good deal of force. Landed on my left elbow and my right knee landed into the edge of some belgium blocks. Go look them up if you're unsure what they are.
I was down for a few minutes, my pants were torn. I grabbed my bagels and decided to go home and ice the knee. Technically this was nothing new. Last time I walloped it, around the time of the 4s, it's somewhere on the list of blogs. I iced it down and it responded.
Not so this time. Even more alarming, it was increasingly difficult to bend my leg. I was in trouble. I called a neighbor, 75 year old ex air force person. I mean he literally just came back from seeing his girlfriend in Canada. He was up and was glad to take me to the E.R. Once I got in the passenger seat he closed the door for me. I couldn't.
I felt it was the right move. We arrived. Told him that I'd call him later if I needed a ride home. I mean the hospital is a freaking 10 min. away.
Up on a bed, gave me more ice bags. This had to be about 8 in the morn now. Gave my story and such.
I got the usual xrays and quick cat scan. I saw the young Dr. on call all of 2 min. Had a misstep in the bathroom. How I longed for my sweats with a zipper. Or for that matter the ability to bend my leg. I literally pissed myself. Oh sorry that happened a little before the cat scan. Anyway, I was obliged with a plastic bag and some scrubs.
At about 2 I was told, no break, no fracture. Good news. They then put an immobilizer on my leg and didn't quite say how long to wear it. Was asked if I could get a ride home. I was of course offered a script for some pain killers. I refused. Damn they push those things huh?
I was also told to call the bone doctor that saw me and was on call the next day. With instructions that he's seen me in the E.R.
"I saw no bone doctor." I said.
"Well this is the name of the one that was on call. Just call the office tomorrow and follow up with them."
My neighbor arrived. We got home. Shit. I didn't bring my house keys. So I had a nice visit with him until the B.I.L. came home.
t.b.c. miss these?
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Prelude to a storm of sorts
Things settled into a nice little routine. Took turns going up to see sister in the center. She'd even made some friends. Some people have all the luck. Oh well.
On the weekends brother in law could take her out for a few hours. They enjoyed that. Cooking was somewhat split. I also instituted a weekly menu.
One thing about my sister that remains true, she doesn't like to eat the same thing in a week. She claims otherwise. Even thought it is how we were raised. Never let food go to waste. Re-purpose dinners etc.
I had the late shift on the weekends. Sunday night it fell to the B.I.L. to do dinner. I have taken to buying a pre-cooked chicken that just needs pre-heating for that. Can you say run on sentence? So that was something he could manage.
I even got some yard work. Time short. Will continue. Trust me.
-later
On the weekends brother in law could take her out for a few hours. They enjoyed that. Cooking was somewhat split. I also instituted a weekly menu.
One thing about my sister that remains true, she doesn't like to eat the same thing in a week. She claims otherwise. Even thought it is how we were raised. Never let food go to waste. Re-purpose dinners etc.
I had the late shift on the weekends. Sunday night it fell to the B.I.L. to do dinner. I have taken to buying a pre-cooked chicken that just needs pre-heating for that. Can you say run on sentence? So that was something he could manage.
I even got some yard work. Time short. Will continue. Trust me.
-later
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Me, Coffee, and a synopsis
Coffee and I say good morning. But let's continue as the bakery calls me this Sunday morning.
So I made it back to the hospital, to the room. to find my sister very in and out of it. Full of stuff to say without saying anything. Apparently my Brother In Law was on the way too. How I beat him there in rush hour traffic is still beyond me.
There were 2 choices on the table. She could be released or sent to rehab. We all opted for rehab.
Let's just say the day was full of oddities. B.I.L. left about 1. In case you don't recall, and why would you, he'd been up since 2 in the morn the previous day.
I went home at some point. Got a phone call in the evening that she was to be transported. So all was well.
Mind you I'm leaving out a few things. 1 or 2 that I remember and others that are fuzzy. For instance it could have been her that called to say about the transport. I've little recognition if she arrived that night or the following morn. But thankfully we were done with that hospital. Now the fun could begin in earnest.
At some point we'd see her in rehab and rearrange her room a bit. A bit of a nicer room. Looked out into a little courtyard where there were picnics. And if you strained you neck to the left you could see the gym.
I think she started using the gym the following Monday. But all was sort of well. I want to say this was in March, just unsure how deep.
Okay, glad to see a few are already back for the misadventures. This is it, coffee just about gone.
Bakery is calling me like no ones business.
Have some pico de gallo left over from last night. Going to introduce it into and egg and toss it on a roll for breakfast. Go enjoy your Sunday. I'll be back again.
-later
So I made it back to the hospital, to the room. to find my sister very in and out of it. Full of stuff to say without saying anything. Apparently my Brother In Law was on the way too. How I beat him there in rush hour traffic is still beyond me.
There were 2 choices on the table. She could be released or sent to rehab. We all opted for rehab.
Let's just say the day was full of oddities. B.I.L. left about 1. In case you don't recall, and why would you, he'd been up since 2 in the morn the previous day.
I went home at some point. Got a phone call in the evening that she was to be transported. So all was well.
Mind you I'm leaving out a few things. 1 or 2 that I remember and others that are fuzzy. For instance it could have been her that called to say about the transport. I've little recognition if she arrived that night or the following morn. But thankfully we were done with that hospital. Now the fun could begin in earnest.
At some point we'd see her in rehab and rearrange her room a bit. A bit of a nicer room. Looked out into a little courtyard where there were picnics. And if you strained you neck to the left you could see the gym.
I think she started using the gym the following Monday. But all was sort of well. I want to say this was in March, just unsure how deep.
Okay, glad to see a few are already back for the misadventures. This is it, coffee just about gone.
Bakery is calling me like no ones business.
Have some pico de gallo left over from last night. Going to introduce it into and egg and toss it on a roll for breakfast. Go enjoy your Sunday. I'll be back again.
-later
Saturday, August 2, 2014
wow
All this seems so long ago. It's now August and this blog is stuck in what....April or something? I'm sorry.
I do wonder if anyone will come back but then who knows. So much has happened and is going on.
It's a rainy weekend in New York. Had a lot of coffee this morning and am waiting to leave the house. I just don't know what to say.
Where would I even begin? Should it be from the last narrative entry. Which to me was an anon ago? One of those decisions.
The more things change the more they stay the same. I will make an effort to blog daily this month. No big promises. I may skip a few chunks.
Like the last of the last entry and just springboard forward a bit. For no other reason than that the time line is once again corrupted by many things and much distance.
So yes there will be more to follow. And I've still a lot going on.
I do wonder if anyone will come back but then who knows. So much has happened and is going on.
It's a rainy weekend in New York. Had a lot of coffee this morning and am waiting to leave the house. I just don't know what to say.
Where would I even begin? Should it be from the last narrative entry. Which to me was an anon ago? One of those decisions.
The more things change the more they stay the same. I will make an effort to blog daily this month. No big promises. I may skip a few chunks.
Like the last of the last entry and just springboard forward a bit. For no other reason than that the time line is once again corrupted by many things and much distance.
So yes there will be more to follow. And I've still a lot going on.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Back stem and moving right along
I failed to mention Tuesday. My sister was released from the hospital. Brother in law was to fetch her home. Basically they had to turn around half way home and back to the E.R. She was in CHF. Which is a known by product of this particular radiation. Nope they didn't do an xray before releasing her. Asses. So he'd gotten home about 2:20. Gets up normally at 4 for work. On Wednesday he'd be running on 2 hours sleep. Good for him.
Back to the tale. We'd arrived. Had to be about 6:15 or so. Went upstairs to her new room. Yup sound asleep. There was another patient in the room with an attendant. This patient was under what's called C/O. Constant Observation. Woman was polite enough with us. So we went down to the lobby.
It was around 6 :30. I told my brother in law to go to work. I was certain it was just a panic attack. I'd hang out until 9. And off he went agreeing with me.
Sat in the lobby and played one of the games on my IPhone I enjoy. Went up at 7, sleeping. 8, Sleeping. 9 I decided okay all was well. I could go home and shower real quick and get in half a days work. Boy was I wrong.
I had made really good time, and of course missed the exit. So had to do a loop around. I was playing a podcast on my radio and just enjoying myself. Then my phone rang.
"WHERE ARE YOU!?" in a panicked and teary voice.
I replied I'd been there for 3 hours.
"I NEED YOU HERE! PLEASE COME AND HELP ME!"
Well I was already pointed westward and said I'd be there.
"HURRY!"
I assured her it was not full bloom rush hour and I'd be there when I could. The call ended and I knew this day was lost.
Back to the tale. We'd arrived. Had to be about 6:15 or so. Went upstairs to her new room. Yup sound asleep. There was another patient in the room with an attendant. This patient was under what's called C/O. Constant Observation. Woman was polite enough with us. So we went down to the lobby.
It was around 6 :30. I told my brother in law to go to work. I was certain it was just a panic attack. I'd hang out until 9. And off he went agreeing with me.
Sat in the lobby and played one of the games on my IPhone I enjoy. Went up at 7, sleeping. 8, Sleeping. 9 I decided okay all was well. I could go home and shower real quick and get in half a days work. Boy was I wrong.
I had made really good time, and of course missed the exit. So had to do a loop around. I was playing a podcast on my radio and just enjoying myself. Then my phone rang.
"WHERE ARE YOU!?" in a panicked and teary voice.
I replied I'd been there for 3 hours.
"I NEED YOU HERE! PLEASE COME AND HELP ME!"
Well I was already pointed westward and said I'd be there.
"HURRY!"
I assured her it was not full bloom rush hour and I'd be there when I could. The call ended and I knew this day was lost.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Enter the convoluted...
Leading up to the last 2 weeks of the treatments things got weird. Firstly they were still threatening to have my sister moved. I told her fine. Because I knew it wouldn't happen.
The next was that she was becoming somewhat incoherent. Rambling mumbling phone calls. She'd be falling asleep during visits. General stuff like that.
The last night I saw her there I had her sign some paperwork. I was glad she was a bit coherent. She started to wander into half sleep soon after. It was from social security so I knew it was important. I mean it all gets thrown onto my back at some point. But you know this right.
Wednesday. The phone rings. It has to be about 4:45 in the morning. I know this because I haven't showered yet. My sister was on the phone in hushed scared whispers.
"You have to get me out of here please."
"What's wrong?" I said figuring a panic attack on the other end.
"There's something not right about this place. They're doing experiments on me. There are aliens. You have to come and get me NOW!" PLEASE!"
Those are the best 2 lines I can remember. I've already forgotten the distance, assured her we'd come along. Brother in law standing there uselessly. I laid out the plan of attack.
Get your gear for work. It's a panic attack. He worked just a few miles from the hospital. I said we'll take 2 cars. This way only I'll miss a few hours at work. We have to get moving.
Forgot the distance I told you, it was of course the beginning of rush hour. Ugh. We'd arrived about 6:30. Not bad time at all.
Can you say cliff hanger?
t.b.c.
The next was that she was becoming somewhat incoherent. Rambling mumbling phone calls. She'd be falling asleep during visits. General stuff like that.
The last night I saw her there I had her sign some paperwork. I was glad she was a bit coherent. She started to wander into half sleep soon after. It was from social security so I knew it was important. I mean it all gets thrown onto my back at some point. But you know this right.
Wednesday. The phone rings. It has to be about 4:45 in the morning. I know this because I haven't showered yet. My sister was on the phone in hushed scared whispers.
"You have to get me out of here please."
"What's wrong?" I said figuring a panic attack on the other end.
"There's something not right about this place. They're doing experiments on me. There are aliens. You have to come and get me NOW!" PLEASE!"
Those are the best 2 lines I can remember. I've already forgotten the distance, assured her we'd come along. Brother in law standing there uselessly. I laid out the plan of attack.
Get your gear for work. It's a panic attack. He worked just a few miles from the hospital. I said we'll take 2 cars. This way only I'll miss a few hours at work. We have to get moving.
Forgot the distance I told you, it was of course the beginning of rush hour. Ugh. We'd arrived about 6:30. Not bad time at all.
Can you say cliff hanger?
t.b.c.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
The hospital
As noted it was a fair distance from work or home. Place is about 100 years old. Literally right off of the parkway. Kind of cool about that. I liked the parking. It was all outdoors.
Not a fan of parking garages myself. Had to park in the farthest lot, still wasn't that bad. To get into the lobby was odd. it was an angle. Not a regular straight way path. She was in the oncology ward.
Of course these wards are not the most cheery places in the world. They also differ in nurse to patient ratio. Where as it is probably a 9 to 1 ratio on a normal floor. Here it was 4 to 1.
My thinking was that my sister would be the easiest. Not depressing, not very demanding. But I really have to admit, a few of the nurses just out and out seemed to resent her. Maybe it was because she wasn't quote in fact dying. I just don't know.
Up to almost the end of her treatments one Dr. kept wanting to send her to a nearby nursing home just to get rid of her. That would not happen. You see it would have to be within a 10 mile radius for free transportation. But it did make for a very uncomfortable stay.
Towards the end of her stay she started to peter out a bit. Loose coherence. That would eventually be explained.
Sorry on the clock now.
t.b.c.
Not a fan of parking garages myself. Had to park in the farthest lot, still wasn't that bad. To get into the lobby was odd. it was an angle. Not a regular straight way path. She was in the oncology ward.
Of course these wards are not the most cheery places in the world. They also differ in nurse to patient ratio. Where as it is probably a 9 to 1 ratio on a normal floor. Here it was 4 to 1.
My thinking was that my sister would be the easiest. Not depressing, not very demanding. But I really have to admit, a few of the nurses just out and out seemed to resent her. Maybe it was because she wasn't quote in fact dying. I just don't know.
Up to almost the end of her treatments one Dr. kept wanting to send her to a nearby nursing home just to get rid of her. That would not happen. You see it would have to be within a 10 mile radius for free transportation. But it did make for a very uncomfortable stay.
Towards the end of her stay she started to peter out a bit. Loose coherence. That would eventually be explained.
Sorry on the clock now.
t.b.c.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Thanks and sorry for the long hiatus. We'll finish the flu thing quick.
Okay now that I've sorted that out. IE at work wouldn't let me type for some reason. What's new gang? Almost a month to the day.
I'd rather jump real quick and finish the flu tale.
Things went well. That weekend didn't do much but recuperate. Made work on Monday or Tuesday. Don't actually remember. The week ended badly for my sister.
Apparently out of no where she started bleeding again, the tumor thing. Back across the road to the hospital. Her oncologist has an associate there. They decided on a hospital pretty far west of us. I'd never heard of it. They specified in pin point radiation and could handle....oh what was the word...can't think of it now. Basically large people if you get me. Bariatric I think.
About 17 miles from work, 45 or so from home. 1 way. This would encompass 3-4 weeks of my life for awhile.
I'd rather jump real quick and finish the flu tale.
Things went well. That weekend didn't do much but recuperate. Made work on Monday or Tuesday. Don't actually remember. The week ended badly for my sister.
Apparently out of no where she started bleeding again, the tumor thing. Back across the road to the hospital. Her oncologist has an associate there. They decided on a hospital pretty far west of us. I'd never heard of it. They specified in pin point radiation and could handle....oh what was the word...can't think of it now. Basically large people if you get me. Bariatric I think.
About 17 miles from work, 45 or so from home. 1 way. This would encompass 3-4 weeks of my life for awhile.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Another #$*%&@* hospital trip.
So I just figured I'd go to the E.R. I mean they always have cautions for people with heart issues and such. I decided to go to the one 50 some odd miles away. I felt comfortable there.
Went dressed far to warmly. The chills were now full body. Shivered as the heater from my car pumped in tons of hot air. Finally got there. Had to park on the lowest level of the garage. It was however just opposite the elevator so I was pleased. To the E.R.
Long story shortened I had a temp of about 102. So they took me in. I was bundled down in blankets like a freaking mummy. Still the chills came and went. Had an elderly lady next to me. No never saw her. Did hear her and her family though. Apparently she'd tripped on the pavement and slammed her head. They feared a concussion.
No idea about the person next to me. They came and drew blood, even gave me some kind of flu detection test. Time passed and I passed in and out. Hit about 103. Awoke.
I was no longer flanked by the 2 people opposite me. Someone came and asked if I'd been told I had the flu. They then put a mask on me. I'm guessing because I was coughing. Shipped off to a private room in the E.R. Hell it even had a private bathroom.
There I languished and cancelled plans for dinner. Called relations. Informed work I would not be in Friday. Was given food and med called Tamiflu. Which I did hear about. Oh and this room had a T.V.
Basically when the Temp stabilized at about 100 they decided I didn't need to be admitted. I was released some time Friday night. Near rush hour. Just felt damned stupid that I'd caught the flu and had to go to the hospital. Made my way home.
Got meds from pharmacy and a brand new digital thermometer for me. Whoopee. Sister told me she didn't expect to see me that weekend. Gee thanks.
t.b.c.
Went dressed far to warmly. The chills were now full body. Shivered as the heater from my car pumped in tons of hot air. Finally got there. Had to park on the lowest level of the garage. It was however just opposite the elevator so I was pleased. To the E.R.
Long story shortened I had a temp of about 102. So they took me in. I was bundled down in blankets like a freaking mummy. Still the chills came and went. Had an elderly lady next to me. No never saw her. Did hear her and her family though. Apparently she'd tripped on the pavement and slammed her head. They feared a concussion.
No idea about the person next to me. They came and drew blood, even gave me some kind of flu detection test. Time passed and I passed in and out. Hit about 103. Awoke.
I was no longer flanked by the 2 people opposite me. Someone came and asked if I'd been told I had the flu. They then put a mask on me. I'm guessing because I was coughing. Shipped off to a private room in the E.R. Hell it even had a private bathroom.
There I languished and cancelled plans for dinner. Called relations. Informed work I would not be in Friday. Was given food and med called Tamiflu. Which I did hear about. Oh and this room had a T.V.
Basically when the Temp stabilized at about 100 they decided I didn't need to be admitted. I was released some time Friday night. Near rush hour. Just felt damned stupid that I'd caught the flu and had to go to the hospital. Made my way home.
Got meds from pharmacy and a brand new digital thermometer for me. Whoopee. Sister told me she didn't expect to see me that weekend. Gee thanks.
t.b.c.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
WTF!!!
Woke up. I remember being almost preternaturally cold. Nice word there. The sick part is was from the waist down.
It was like when you enter a pool, walking into it. It is very cold. It's a nice warm day but the water is like 65 degrees. Enough to give you the chills. That's how I felt.
Did all my usual morning stuff. The chill came and went. I finally decided I'd call out. I just figured that I'd been so stressed the last couple of weeks. My body just wanted to relax. Called work and got into bed.
Sheets, blanket, half down blanket, full down blanket. These are important. Enough to be a sauna. My lower half would warm after awhile. I knew something was up though. Even whilst I was bearing all that water weight before my heart surgery. It never took that long to warm up. Slept a lot. Ate. Went through moments where I was better. Then the chills would return.
I also took the day, just in case, so I could make the dinner plans for Thursday. I was really looking forward to that.
Fielded a few calls from my sister who was panicked that I took a day off. Putz.
I cannot remember if I cooked that not or not. But I went to bed feeling off that night. By 2 in the morning I had full body chills. Something was wrong with me. Take my temperature? Ha.
My sister has always co-opted things in this house. I had 2 thermometers at one point. Then she used hers for the dog. Yes I said the dog. And mine became hers. So no I couldn't take a temp.
Shivering my mind raced. I'd decided that I had a fast moving strain of tuberculosis. Simply because they'd given my sister a shot for it 2 days previous. Of course that was ludicrous. What to do.
We recently lost our G.P. Quick tale. She was in practice with a Dr. who owned the practice. He was in the hospital at the same time as my sister. He died shortly after she went into rehab. His family is fighting over the business and the building. So our G.P. doesn't exist right now.
I knew her though. She'd probably tell me to go the the E.R. I even considered calling my cardiologist office. But thought twice.
t.b.c.
It was like when you enter a pool, walking into it. It is very cold. It's a nice warm day but the water is like 65 degrees. Enough to give you the chills. That's how I felt.
Did all my usual morning stuff. The chill came and went. I finally decided I'd call out. I just figured that I'd been so stressed the last couple of weeks. My body just wanted to relax. Called work and got into bed.
Sheets, blanket, half down blanket, full down blanket. These are important. Enough to be a sauna. My lower half would warm after awhile. I knew something was up though. Even whilst I was bearing all that water weight before my heart surgery. It never took that long to warm up. Slept a lot. Ate. Went through moments where I was better. Then the chills would return.
I also took the day, just in case, so I could make the dinner plans for Thursday. I was really looking forward to that.
Fielded a few calls from my sister who was panicked that I took a day off. Putz.
I cannot remember if I cooked that not or not. But I went to bed feeling off that night. By 2 in the morning I had full body chills. Something was wrong with me. Take my temperature? Ha.
My sister has always co-opted things in this house. I had 2 thermometers at one point. Then she used hers for the dog. Yes I said the dog. And mine became hers. So no I couldn't take a temp.
Shivering my mind raced. I'd decided that I had a fast moving strain of tuberculosis. Simply because they'd given my sister a shot for it 2 days previous. Of course that was ludicrous. What to do.
We recently lost our G.P. Quick tale. She was in practice with a Dr. who owned the practice. He was in the hospital at the same time as my sister. He died shortly after she went into rehab. His family is fighting over the business and the building. So our G.P. doesn't exist right now.
I knew her though. She'd probably tell me to go the the E.R. I even considered calling my cardiologist office. But thought twice.
t.b.c.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Keep moving right along
Weekend passed without incident. Sister was doing good and actually enjoying the rehab center. They finally got her started on Monday. Brother in law and I took turns going up.
Came to find out there were about 70+ cats on the property. No rhyme nor reason. And supposedly all spayed. Many of the patients fed them. So that's why they stayed apparently.
The place never lost that slightly off feeling for me. Each time I went up, I'd see the same people wandering the hallway. Some of the rooms had whole families which blew my mind. Lot's of pictures on the door. Stuff like that.
Tuesday night I'd gone up. Found out that they had given her a tuberculosis shot. I asked why. She didn't know. But she was really enjoying herself. Walking again slightly. It was having a very positive effect on her. I was glad for it.
I'd made plans to get together with 2 old friends Thursday night. I was so looking forward to that. Never came to pass.
Went to bed a little uneasy. Just wasn't quite myself. But thought nothing more of it.
Came to find out there were about 70+ cats on the property. No rhyme nor reason. And supposedly all spayed. Many of the patients fed them. So that's why they stayed apparently.
The place never lost that slightly off feeling for me. Each time I went up, I'd see the same people wandering the hallway. Some of the rooms had whole families which blew my mind. Lot's of pictures on the door. Stuff like that.
Tuesday night I'd gone up. Found out that they had given her a tuberculosis shot. I asked why. She didn't know. But she was really enjoying herself. Walking again slightly. It was having a very positive effect on her. I was glad for it.
I'd made plans to get together with 2 old friends Thursday night. I was so looking forward to that. Never came to pass.
Went to bed a little uneasy. Just wasn't quite myself. But thought nothing more of it.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Saturday at the rehab
Saturday arrived and there I was again. I'd stopped counting cats. My sisters mood was slightly improved. I dropped off supplies and went to find the rehab center.
The thing that really struck me about this place was how understaffed it was. That and how people just literally wandered the halls. Throughout my visits I'd see many of the same people wheeling themselves around doing laps. Exercise at least.
The gym there was open. I waited a little for the people to be free. There were 2 of them. They were having someone walk for exercise. Which was a good sign. One person walking on the side and the other just behind with the wheel chair.
After that was over I spoke to the woman there. Sister was not on the schedule. And I was informed that they were the weekend crew. She gave me a number to call the person who was in charge during the week. No rehab on Sundays.
I did call the individual and asked to be called back. Still haven't heard anything.
I went back and reported to my sister. My brother in law was there again. We did a little room rearranging. And that was that.
The thing that really struck me about this place was how understaffed it was. That and how people just literally wandered the halls. Throughout my visits I'd see many of the same people wheeling themselves around doing laps. Exercise at least.
The gym there was open. I waited a little for the people to be free. There were 2 of them. They were having someone walk for exercise. Which was a good sign. One person walking on the side and the other just behind with the wheel chair.
After that was over I spoke to the woman there. Sister was not on the schedule. And I was informed that they were the weekend crew. She gave me a number to call the person who was in charge during the week. No rehab on Sundays.
I did call the individual and asked to be called back. Still haven't heard anything.
I went back and reported to my sister. My brother in law was there again. We did a little room rearranging. And that was that.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Rehab center
From the last time she was in physical rehab it was at a near by nursing home. It was the absolute pits. Lots of reasons. I've had 3 experiences with that place from people I know who have been there. Not one good thing to say about it.
The food. Ever see gray broccoli?
This one was new to us. It was literally across the street from the hospital. I'd never set foot in it. She was moved there around 7 Thursday night. Told us not to bother coming up as she was tired and settling in.
Friday, I was at work when the first phone call came. Some time in the late morning. She'd basically been in her room and had not seen one person yet. She didn't know what the Hell was going on. I prepared myself for having to leave work early to come to the rescue. At this point someone came into the room. She said she'd call me back.
Later in the afternoon the second call came. She was unhappy, T.V. didn't work right and she was not sure what was going on. I told her I'd see about it when I got off work.
Got a call when I got home. She was in tears, confused, wanted me to come up right away. Please note that last sentence.
Off I went, it was the first time I'd ever been on the property. I drove to the back with out knowing it was the back. Drove past one cat. Well I said to myself there are cats in suburbia. By the time I'd parked my car I'd seen no less than 7 different ones. Yes I counted.
Met the security guard, it was her first day. Got it straightened out where my sister was and I proceeded down the hallway.
Bleak, ugly hallway. Lot of people just literally walking around. It apparently was also a nursing home and a place that people went to just before hospice. Got to my sisters room.
Not the prettiest room. Spackling on the walls. Nice view out the window at least. She was in a state. No one had come in to talk to her. She didn't know what was going on. I said I'd find her nurse. Took me a bit but I did.
Brought her in and clarified a few things. Including that she and my sister already spoke. And physical therapy had come in to do an assessment that morning. Now remember that sentence.
I'd been there maybe 15 min. My brother in law walked in with supplies. Apparently between the time it took me to leave and arrive at the center. He'd arrived home. And my sister gave him a laundry list of what she wanted brought up.
After awhile I bid her good night and promised that I'd come in Saturday to have a word with the physical therapy people.
yes,
t.b.c
The food. Ever see gray broccoli?
This one was new to us. It was literally across the street from the hospital. I'd never set foot in it. She was moved there around 7 Thursday night. Told us not to bother coming up as she was tired and settling in.
Friday, I was at work when the first phone call came. Some time in the late morning. She'd basically been in her room and had not seen one person yet. She didn't know what the Hell was going on. I prepared myself for having to leave work early to come to the rescue. At this point someone came into the room. She said she'd call me back.
Later in the afternoon the second call came. She was unhappy, T.V. didn't work right and she was not sure what was going on. I told her I'd see about it when I got off work.
Got a call when I got home. She was in tears, confused, wanted me to come up right away. Please note that last sentence.
Off I went, it was the first time I'd ever been on the property. I drove to the back with out knowing it was the back. Drove past one cat. Well I said to myself there are cats in suburbia. By the time I'd parked my car I'd seen no less than 7 different ones. Yes I counted.
Met the security guard, it was her first day. Got it straightened out where my sister was and I proceeded down the hallway.
Bleak, ugly hallway. Lot of people just literally walking around. It apparently was also a nursing home and a place that people went to just before hospice. Got to my sisters room.
Not the prettiest room. Spackling on the walls. Nice view out the window at least. She was in a state. No one had come in to talk to her. She didn't know what was going on. I said I'd find her nurse. Took me a bit but I did.
Brought her in and clarified a few things. Including that she and my sister already spoke. And physical therapy had come in to do an assessment that morning. Now remember that sentence.
I'd been there maybe 15 min. My brother in law walked in with supplies. Apparently between the time it took me to leave and arrive at the center. He'd arrived home. And my sister gave him a laundry list of what she wanted brought up.
After awhile I bid her good night and promised that I'd come in Saturday to have a word with the physical therapy people.
yes,
t.b.c
Sunday, April 27, 2014
We may be rehashing hash...no not hashish...would be nice tho.
I'm really in an awkward position. Physically. I'm twisted in a chair. My right forearm is barley on a desk. My left arm is just hovering having no real place to land. Not to mention that I am twisted to the right, no room to put feet straight. Part of why I don't blog from here I reckon.
Going to try something. See if I can record a few blogs every so often so's to give you something to read daily. See if that happens.
We'll start with my sister. She's taking up a vast majority of my time now. You may recall that a few posts back I told you my company was relocating. The same night I went to see her in CCU.
It took 2 days for my brother in law to find out, thankfully he asked before he could spill the beans. She still doesn't know. She eventually came home briefly from that hospitalization. And I mean briefly.
She was in no shape to come home. Worse than that the hospital made me go home to get her an oxygen tank to bring her home with. Mostly due to discomfort right now, I'll spare the details. She lasted 30 min in the house before we had to call for an ambulance to bring her back.
Turned out in part she had a new bladder infection. She had just refused physical therapy rehab when she left. She know realized she needed it.
Had to break the news to the brother in law when he got home. Expecting to see his wife. I don't really remember how long the next hospitalization lasted. But room was found for her in the rehab center literally across the road from the hospital.
t.b.c.
Going to try something. See if I can record a few blogs every so often so's to give you something to read daily. See if that happens.
We'll start with my sister. She's taking up a vast majority of my time now. You may recall that a few posts back I told you my company was relocating. The same night I went to see her in CCU.
It took 2 days for my brother in law to find out, thankfully he asked before he could spill the beans. She still doesn't know. She eventually came home briefly from that hospitalization. And I mean briefly.
She was in no shape to come home. Worse than that the hospital made me go home to get her an oxygen tank to bring her home with. Mostly due to discomfort right now, I'll spare the details. She lasted 30 min in the house before we had to call for an ambulance to bring her back.
Turned out in part she had a new bladder infection. She had just refused physical therapy rehab when she left. She know realized she needed it.
Had to break the news to the brother in law when he got home. Expecting to see his wife. I don't really remember how long the next hospitalization lasted. But room was found for her in the rehab center literally across the road from the hospital.
t.b.c.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
See how long I can last.
Hiya! Sucks to be away like this. But I'm going to try to put a coherent blog down.
Sister was in rehab, for physical therapy. A very bumpy transition actually. Called for my intervention. Long story short she'd arrived late on a Thursday. Didn't know what to make of Friday. I went in, had a nurse come in to explain.
This place sort of made me cringe. Understaffed. Obviously a dumping ground for people. Didn't seem to be clean. But....by Monday the P.T. had begun. She actually had a good week.
Was walking and such. Then it happened. The Fu#%%$@ tumor started making her bleed. It was one of those phone calls where the phone rings at 4 in the morning. You know it's never good news.
Well she's been in the hospital for a week now. Still loosing blood. Word is she's going to be moved this week to another to start some kind of radiation. Hoping that helps.
House and job situation has not changed. And I should tell you about my other adventure, sort of. But my back and arms hurt twisting at this angle to type. Maybe tomorrow?
Hiya! Sucks to be away like this. But I'm going to try to put a coherent blog down.
Sister was in rehab, for physical therapy. A very bumpy transition actually. Called for my intervention. Long story short she'd arrived late on a Thursday. Didn't know what to make of Friday. I went in, had a nurse come in to explain.
This place sort of made me cringe. Understaffed. Obviously a dumping ground for people. Didn't seem to be clean. But....by Monday the P.T. had begun. She actually had a good week.
Was walking and such. Then it happened. The Fu#%%$@ tumor started making her bleed. It was one of those phone calls where the phone rings at 4 in the morning. You know it's never good news.
Well she's been in the hospital for a week now. Still loosing blood. Word is she's going to be moved this week to another to start some kind of radiation. Hoping that helps.
House and job situation has not changed. And I should tell you about my other adventure, sort of. But my back and arms hurt twisting at this angle to type. Maybe tomorrow?
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Sitll kicking.
Hey. Totally needed a mental health day today. Just have been so exhausted. I'm doing okay. My body just wouldn't start today, had the chills. So I thought I'd do what was best.
A sucky kind of thing. I'm missing a job fair today. And unless I have a week off, I never take Wednesdays off.
Sister is in a rehab place. Started some physical therapy. Really can't go into it.
I'm at her gross computer and my wrists are already hurting. No support here at all.
Still have the house. Still broke. Just wanted to say Hi.
A sucky kind of thing. I'm missing a job fair today. And unless I have a week off, I never take Wednesdays off.
Sister is in a rehab place. Started some physical therapy. Really can't go into it.
I'm at her gross computer and my wrists are already hurting. No support here at all.
Still have the house. Still broke. Just wanted to say Hi.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Not quite sure it's a goodbye post.
Editor's note. Today I go offline. For good? No. I may get set up with something soon. And I've decided, even though it is disgusting as Hell, I may use my sisters computer. She by the way got out of the hospital for a good 30 min before re-entering. She needs rehab for her legs. Sad. So this may not be quite final yet. In that I may be back sooner than expected. Until then remember the fun we've had and check back
The following entry I had marked Post for Saturday the 29th. It is a brief synopsis of last weekend. Enjoy and til I blog again.
I'm writing this a week before. Easier to have a few in the can. And since today so far hasn't been terrible just thought I'd do it.
I didn't get out of the house until about 10:30. Just didn't feel like it and there was plenty of coffee. One of those sunny/cloudy/sunny/cloudy sort of days you know. Also one that was clear to me that said it's a lot colder inside than outside. Turned out to be true.
I spent some time gathering thoughts on what I wanted to do today. Well clearly it was 2 cigars. Then I saw an Oliva special on a website, under $3 a stick, had to you know. The weather is getting nicer and it will be time to smoke outdoors once again. As I write this I am considering not going to the lounge tomorrow. But I seem to say that a lot.
Check from the trustees never arrived. Brother in law was fuming. The kind of childish fuming where nothing can be done. But we'll get to money soon.
Started off at my Sunday spot in the summertime. Stayed in the car, windy and chilly. Thought about the monetary fix I was in. I then went to the mall to go to Sears. Wanted to see where I could take my craftsman hose in to be replaced. The one good thing about them is they have a life time warranty. Was shocked when they said I could bring it in there.
Did some driving around and also took a peek in Trader Joe's. I've been doing a lot of thinking about shopping there. That and a conversation I'd had on Thursday night about organ meat. I went in search of Chicken Pate. Yes you read that right. Didn't find it.
I mean I asked and was shown where it should have been. But it wasn't. I looked at some of the other stuff too. Not to bad. I know there's a very limited budget for food this week.
I checked the house account. $89 says it all. I told his trustees last month. We were short $789 for the month. They didn't even flinch or hear me out. Will getting his name on the deed be worth us all losing this house? I surely don't know.
Received a call from the electric company. They'd like their money. Sorry no can do.
About 11:30 I realized I was hungry. And I wasn't to far from a certain place. You see at my job, there was a woman who had just spent a year in China. It was part of her job. Well she came back in the beginning of December and they didn't have any thing for her to do. But she still got paid.
Well last week, or 2 weeks ago depending on how you read this. She got a new job. She came in to say good bye on Friday. Hugged her and got her number to keep in touch. Also I asked if she found a good Chinese restaurant yet. Food that was like she experienced in China. She had and it's not to far from me.
Took a little doing to find the place. At first I thought it was the sushi place I used to frequent. Used to really enjoy their miso soup. It was actually just further along in the shopping center. Not to far from a Korean BBQ joint I didn't know existed.
I walked in and liked it immediately. It was a nice place. Not to many tables. Decorated very nicely. Not the usual posters of the food with some description. I got a table, 1 out of 7. There was an Asian couple eating, I decided this was a good omen.
The young lady came over and I asked for some tea. Upon her return I told her that someone had raved about the dumplings here. What would she recommend. I knew I was in the right place when she said it and I ordered it.
So many other places you ask and the server gives you a canned "Well what do you like" response. I'm asking because I think you eat here and what do you recommend.
It took a little time to get my dumplings. 2 of the other tables had been now occupied. This was all before 12 noon on a Saturday. I got my dipping sauce and waited. Enjoying the warmth of the tea in my hands. Nothing terribly notable about the tea except that it was a good strength.
Someone brought out a bamboo container that held my 6 dumplings. Right away I saw a difference. Unlike so many other places, the dumpling looked soft and tender. Oh and it was. Also let me say they had chopsticks and not silverware on the table. Took me a moment or 2. And yes I observed the first couple to see the trick.
The sauce had ginger in it. Was far from salty. The filing was tender and gorgeous. I ate slowly, savoring each dumpling. I do want to look up the etiquette of eating these things. There was another piece of China? that was a spoon shaped item. I was unsure what to do with it and didn't ask.
The entire sumptuous feast came to $8.66. I will go back. Actually can't wait to tell my sister. She likes Chinese food. Of course the kind that dot the landscape. My other place that I loved, well this one can give it a run for their money. So we'll see.
The following entry I had marked Post for Saturday the 29th. It is a brief synopsis of last weekend. Enjoy and til I blog again.
I'm writing this a week before. Easier to have a few in the can. And since today so far hasn't been terrible just thought I'd do it.
I didn't get out of the house until about 10:30. Just didn't feel like it and there was plenty of coffee. One of those sunny/cloudy/sunny/cloudy sort of days you know. Also one that was clear to me that said it's a lot colder inside than outside. Turned out to be true.
I spent some time gathering thoughts on what I wanted to do today. Well clearly it was 2 cigars. Then I saw an Oliva special on a website, under $3 a stick, had to you know. The weather is getting nicer and it will be time to smoke outdoors once again. As I write this I am considering not going to the lounge tomorrow. But I seem to say that a lot.
Check from the trustees never arrived. Brother in law was fuming. The kind of childish fuming where nothing can be done. But we'll get to money soon.
Started off at my Sunday spot in the summertime. Stayed in the car, windy and chilly. Thought about the monetary fix I was in. I then went to the mall to go to Sears. Wanted to see where I could take my craftsman hose in to be replaced. The one good thing about them is they have a life time warranty. Was shocked when they said I could bring it in there.
Did some driving around and also took a peek in Trader Joe's. I've been doing a lot of thinking about shopping there. That and a conversation I'd had on Thursday night about organ meat. I went in search of Chicken Pate. Yes you read that right. Didn't find it.
I mean I asked and was shown where it should have been. But it wasn't. I looked at some of the other stuff too. Not to bad. I know there's a very limited budget for food this week.
I checked the house account. $89 says it all. I told his trustees last month. We were short $789 for the month. They didn't even flinch or hear me out. Will getting his name on the deed be worth us all losing this house? I surely don't know.
Received a call from the electric company. They'd like their money. Sorry no can do.
About 11:30 I realized I was hungry. And I wasn't to far from a certain place. You see at my job, there was a woman who had just spent a year in China. It was part of her job. Well she came back in the beginning of December and they didn't have any thing for her to do. But she still got paid.
Well last week, or 2 weeks ago depending on how you read this. She got a new job. She came in to say good bye on Friday. Hugged her and got her number to keep in touch. Also I asked if she found a good Chinese restaurant yet. Food that was like she experienced in China. She had and it's not to far from me.
Took a little doing to find the place. At first I thought it was the sushi place I used to frequent. Used to really enjoy their miso soup. It was actually just further along in the shopping center. Not to far from a Korean BBQ joint I didn't know existed.
I walked in and liked it immediately. It was a nice place. Not to many tables. Decorated very nicely. Not the usual posters of the food with some description. I got a table, 1 out of 7. There was an Asian couple eating, I decided this was a good omen.
The young lady came over and I asked for some tea. Upon her return I told her that someone had raved about the dumplings here. What would she recommend. I knew I was in the right place when she said it and I ordered it.
So many other places you ask and the server gives you a canned "Well what do you like" response. I'm asking because I think you eat here and what do you recommend.
It took a little time to get my dumplings. 2 of the other tables had been now occupied. This was all before 12 noon on a Saturday. I got my dipping sauce and waited. Enjoying the warmth of the tea in my hands. Nothing terribly notable about the tea except that it was a good strength.
Someone brought out a bamboo container that held my 6 dumplings. Right away I saw a difference. Unlike so many other places, the dumpling looked soft and tender. Oh and it was. Also let me say they had chopsticks and not silverware on the table. Took me a moment or 2. And yes I observed the first couple to see the trick.
The sauce had ginger in it. Was far from salty. The filing was tender and gorgeous. I ate slowly, savoring each dumpling. I do want to look up the etiquette of eating these things. There was another piece of China? that was a spoon shaped item. I was unsure what to do with it and didn't ask.
The entire sumptuous feast came to $8.66. I will go back. Actually can't wait to tell my sister. She likes Chinese food. Of course the kind that dot the landscape. My other place that I loved, well this one can give it a run for their money. So we'll see.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Hello darkness my old friend....
I'm sitting here sort of numb. Sister is still in the hospital. Job still in jeopardy. And yet here I sit. In a pile of shit that I cannot foresee a quick escape from.
I may be going dark on this blog. I must turn in the cable modem I use. It costs near $90 per month. Which is okay. Afterall this computer is old. Windows XP will no longer be supported next week. And crap like that.
So if I disappear you now know why. I'm leaning towards a laptop anyway. But we'll see.
No money for house bills. I owe $1,000 to a credit card. No money for my bills. Yup in deep.
And somehow I'm rather calm. Not fearful like the brother in law. Not scared. Not depressed. I guess it's that inner strength. I've never been so glad to have it.
I've a lot of cleaning to do around here. Especially if I'm to loose the house. And yet by magic I may be able to pull it together in 3 months. A plan you say?
Nope. Just faith. Odd I know. I just wanted to keep you abreast.
I may be going dark on this blog. I must turn in the cable modem I use. It costs near $90 per month. Which is okay. Afterall this computer is old. Windows XP will no longer be supported next week. And crap like that.
So if I disappear you now know why. I'm leaning towards a laptop anyway. But we'll see.
No money for house bills. I owe $1,000 to a credit card. No money for my bills. Yup in deep.
And somehow I'm rather calm. Not fearful like the brother in law. Not scared. Not depressed. I guess it's that inner strength. I've never been so glad to have it.
I've a lot of cleaning to do around here. Especially if I'm to loose the house. And yet by magic I may be able to pull it together in 3 months. A plan you say?
Nope. Just faith. Odd I know. I just wanted to keep you abreast.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
The lost weekend.....no not the movie.
I wrote this a week after. Thus making it Saturday the 15th. My intent was to show that if you try you can make little happiness pieces. Not sure if I'll continue next Sunday. I will continue for the past week after. Then back to randomness that is my blog. Oh, and coffee says hi.
The weekend itself, as memory serves a week later, was okay. Got up on Saturday and had the morning coffee. Breakfasted, hit the bank, did errands.
There were little highlights along that day. The sun was out, light wind. That teasing March weather. The kind that sends whispers of Spring. Then turns damned cold the next just because it can.
I had one particular errand I was looking very forward to. One that I knew I'd need money for. I was going to Whole Foods. Not my favorite place mind you.
For 1, they're expensive unless you're just trying to feed 1 person. 2 I think they tend to drive business away from smaller health food stores. Now mind you it may just be the one I go to. But it's a reason. 3 I can't stand the thought of paying so much money just to eat well. And yet off I went.
One of my friends at the lounge had mentioned a sandwich. One that actually intrigued me greatly. I'm not a big sandwich person ordinarily. My sister when she worked, and my brother in law, they could eat one every day for work. Nope not me. Hell I even like to be able to put it in the microwave for 10-20 seconds. Just to warm it up to make it appetizing. Anyway...
Today's errand was for the making of this sandwich. I navigated the very crowded store. I was looking for the deli counter. I'd heard they have lamb that they carve like a cold cut. The only reason I didn't just blow off the idea was because of this store. Yes the one 2 paragraphs above I spoke against.
Well damn they had it. And it was not cheap by any means. $14.49 a pound. Okay I figured if I got 3 sandwiches from it the cost would be like $5 per. That would be akin to going to one of those fast food sandwich shops. I bought half of a pound. The young lady slicing it was very nice. I of course sampled a piece before trying it. It was pleasant, but then I do love lamb.
Cheese counter. I found a chunk of danish blue cheese, this was integral to the sandwich. On the now rare occasions we go to the pub in town, I always get their Danish burger. So I knew what I was in for. A nice $5 piece, of which I still have some left in the fridge.
Bread. Down the bread aisle I went. I was actually disappointed. Not a great selection. Aha! I thought to myself. So they fail here. Well intrepid adventurers like myself do not balk in the face of adversity. I knew I must make sure. So I asked. Hell they had an entire area of fresh baked breads. I'll spare you the details and just say I went with a rounded whole wheat bread. Still have some left in the fridge.
Back at casa of life is I waited on dinner. The idea was to make a nice sandwich of this. I toasted the bread. Even put some crumbly slices of cheese on the bread once I flipped it. So it could get melty under the broiler. Then 3 pieces of lamb.
It was heavenly. Mind you I knew that it was probably just the anticipation that made it that way. The true test would be the next day's sandwich. But for just that moment, it was the most delicious thing I'd eaten in a long time.
-diminishing returns?
The weekend itself, as memory serves a week later, was okay. Got up on Saturday and had the morning coffee. Breakfasted, hit the bank, did errands.
There were little highlights along that day. The sun was out, light wind. That teasing March weather. The kind that sends whispers of Spring. Then turns damned cold the next just because it can.
I had one particular errand I was looking very forward to. One that I knew I'd need money for. I was going to Whole Foods. Not my favorite place mind you.
For 1, they're expensive unless you're just trying to feed 1 person. 2 I think they tend to drive business away from smaller health food stores. Now mind you it may just be the one I go to. But it's a reason. 3 I can't stand the thought of paying so much money just to eat well. And yet off I went.
One of my friends at the lounge had mentioned a sandwich. One that actually intrigued me greatly. I'm not a big sandwich person ordinarily. My sister when she worked, and my brother in law, they could eat one every day for work. Nope not me. Hell I even like to be able to put it in the microwave for 10-20 seconds. Just to warm it up to make it appetizing. Anyway...
Today's errand was for the making of this sandwich. I navigated the very crowded store. I was looking for the deli counter. I'd heard they have lamb that they carve like a cold cut. The only reason I didn't just blow off the idea was because of this store. Yes the one 2 paragraphs above I spoke against.
Well damn they had it. And it was not cheap by any means. $14.49 a pound. Okay I figured if I got 3 sandwiches from it the cost would be like $5 per. That would be akin to going to one of those fast food sandwich shops. I bought half of a pound. The young lady slicing it was very nice. I of course sampled a piece before trying it. It was pleasant, but then I do love lamb.
Cheese counter. I found a chunk of danish blue cheese, this was integral to the sandwich. On the now rare occasions we go to the pub in town, I always get their Danish burger. So I knew what I was in for. A nice $5 piece, of which I still have some left in the fridge.
Bread. Down the bread aisle I went. I was actually disappointed. Not a great selection. Aha! I thought to myself. So they fail here. Well intrepid adventurers like myself do not balk in the face of adversity. I knew I must make sure. So I asked. Hell they had an entire area of fresh baked breads. I'll spare you the details and just say I went with a rounded whole wheat bread. Still have some left in the fridge.
Back at casa of life is I waited on dinner. The idea was to make a nice sandwich of this. I toasted the bread. Even put some crumbly slices of cheese on the bread once I flipped it. So it could get melty under the broiler. Then 3 pieces of lamb.
It was heavenly. Mind you I knew that it was probably just the anticipation that made it that way. The true test would be the next day's sandwich. But for just that moment, it was the most delicious thing I'd eaten in a long time.
-diminishing returns?
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