D D The Rusty Years Chapter 6

It's still Tuesday morning.  June 14th.  Happy Flag Day.

This should have been posted today, but will have to be tomorrow.

Getting hubby into the bathroom and into the tub was the most difficult it's been. Sigh!
There are no words to describe the nightmare. Jill helped me get him in his transport chair and back to bed, where he is sleeping soundly . It's 9:15 a.m. 
I was soaked ...looked like a drowned rat and am pooped, but have since dried out. ;0) Make that ...almost!
Jill is going to drive him into Jamaica Plain to his V.A. urology appointment.
I've decided it's best for me to stay home, strip the bed , vacuum and all that good fun stuff.
With no interruptions I can accomplish alot and in doing so I will improve in my minds eye, the disaster my room looks like. Foolish or not ...it is driving me crazy to look at it.  Truthfully ...nothing I can do will make it look better. Too much shit in here. One thing for sure...the Lift Chair I bought him has TO GO.
He only uses it to balance himself when he gets up to stand.  It's blocking where we need to get up to the bed with his transport chair.  He hates the chair as a Lift Chair. P.T. wants to show him how to use it. Bottom line...it's in the way.  Keep searching my mind what I can put there that would be sturdy enough for him to lean on/grab on to lift himself off the bed.   I don't think his transport chair ( even in the locked position ) will stay in place.  We shall see.
All I know is that we need room to get his transport chair up that side of the bed to get him in and out of bed.
Using his Canadian crutches is no longer an option. He has NO strength in his legs NOW, where he once had limited strength. Upper body strength was good, but I'm fearing he is losing that by not being up much now. sigh!
I'm going to go finish showering myself ;0) while he continues to snooze. Ten a.m. is the magic hour to wake him to get him to his appointment on time and it's now 9:38.

June 15th Wednesday

Ten minutes of one they were back. Had most of what NEEDED to be done DONE , cosmetic stuff can wait and wait.
Moved that damn lift chair inch by inch, wiggle by wiggle to another place in our room.
Washed, changed bedding , vacuumed, re-arranged and SPRAYED ROOM FRESHNER.
The Foley has been REMOVED. He could VOID on his own.  Instructions were : If he retains urine again take him back to the E.R.
From the time he got on the bed and I fed him lunch, he slept and slept only occasionally waking to urinate in his urinal container.
He wanted to eat supper at the table.  Baked chicken with no salt, coated with cornflake crumbs after being dipped in beaten egg ( NO SALT ) , fresh cooked carrots and mashed potato. 
He made a fuss about the chicken being tasteless and left most on his plate. Ate the potato and carrots and wanted back in bed.  Again he slept only to get up to void in his urinal and at 10:30 I gave him his last meds of the day and kissed him goodnight before I climbed into bed.
    One something he is standing by his side of the bed using his urinal. I got up to see if I could help and it was I that caused him to get urine on his pj bottom by taking the urinal away too fast/early. NOT!
Fresh pj bottoms and we are back in bed and once again I had no trouble falling back to sleep.
   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh then morning comes.  After using his urinal he decides he wants to go into the bathroom to shit.  Pointed out to him that he has that porta potty. 
Got him his STICKS as he calls them after being cursed out for not keeping them where he can get them and was cursed out all the way to the bathroom as I follwed behind him. "Get the Fuck away from me", he is yelling.  Once he was in the bathroom he slammed the door on me. 
Here is where I played smart ass.  Walked away saying " fine, break a hip' and retreated to my computer chair where my coffee sat getting cold.
I hear the toilet flush and all the way back to bed he was cursing me and kept saying " what the fuck are you trying to do to me, kill me?"  I reminded him that he told me to leave him the fuck alone and that is what I was doing,  I questioned him further by what he meant by that. He could never give me an answer that made sense , refused his morning meds and pain pills and appears to be sleeping as I turn around in my chair to look at him.  My retort back to him after his last words on taking his meds were, " fine by me."
So that's where I am at now.   sigh!  On the bright side; he made it into the bathroom and back into bed on his own.  It's amazing what the body can do when the adrenaline is flowing...isn't it!

P.T. nor VNA have not called to say when they will be coming. sigh!  Guess us old folk are keeping them hopping. 
WB worked overtime yesterday. Came here sometime after 6 p.m. as we were eating supper.
So did Tracie. :0(  Sat at the table with us and I knew hubby was not pleased about that.
Jill told her to fix herself a plate which she did. I thought she would never leave, but she finally did.
So did WB and he didn't look happy on his way past me to the front door.
Asked her what that was about. He wanted her to go to the Moose for the Meat Drawing and she told him what part of not drinking during the week didn't he understand and that she was going to bed to watch tv as she was beat.
He works his regular twenty four hour shift today. Was back here at 7 a.m. Shift starts at 8 and the firestation he works at is in our town.
His cable was shut off the other day. No problem says he to her. He will have enough money to get it put back on this weekend. What a way to live. sigh!  Re-install fee after re-install fee.  Overdrawn check fee after overdrawn check fee. 
   I just startled hubby by letting the pup out into the back yard. Looks like he is half awake now.
Yesterday he came out of a sound sleep and yelled out, " what happened to Patrick's arm " with panic in his tone.  I sounded as confused as he did when I said back to him, "huh."
He repeated it and then said," maybe I imagined it " and fell back to sleep.
Patrick is our nephew Drew's partner. 

9a.m. He is fully awake and is full of piss and vinegar.  Noooooooooooooo , make that bitchiness.
Has tried to tell me that I stopped him from going shit. Explained that I did not stop him, I just wanted him to use the porta potty so he doesn't fall and break a hip.  "I got in there, didn't I", he sarcastically said.
Yep,I must admit.... this time sweetheart, this time..  I reminded him he still had not taken his pills. He finally took them, but not without some guff.  Fix my fucking covers was one of his commands. I covered him up.It's freezing in here was just ONE of his complaints.
Wanted me to turn the heat on.  Ohhhhhhhhhhh how I wanted to remind him of when my dad was freezing in the middle of June that he refused to turn the heat on and told him to put a sweater on. It was a cold June, such as this one has been the last four days or so.  Held my tongue.
Now he is sitting drinking his coffee. It's a wonder he isn't complaining that it's bitter, because I made it at 6a.m. 
It's 62 degrees.  It is cold.  After I give him his second cup of coffee, I am showering and being prepared for
anyone showing up here to work with him.  Like I told him, once his leg strength is back to where it was...I'll be just as happy as him.  I shit you not!
You know what? That bedrail that he refused to put on the bed over a year ago and let it sit in the box here in our bedroom has been used and used over and over by him. Even to using it to pull himself up to a sitting position. :0)  I won't rub it in.  He'd say it was his idea
Quick,quick,quick he just said. I flew to his side. Needed me to get his urinal and get it under his penis.
More orders, more complaints about the way I do things.His pecker hurts ( his wording, not mine ) had me check and see if I can see soreness............none.  I went back to sit.  Wrong move. He wanted a Depend  to wear. Wondered where that thing the urologist put on him went......( that explains the Poise type looking pad that i found on the floor) and wondered where the Hell that came from. ;0)  Jill had no idea yesterday too.
Good news, he didn't like it. Wants his diaper ( his word ).  The coffee was cold...small wonder.
Got him a hot cup and that's where I am now. He is sipping his coffee and nibbling on his shortbread cookies. and QUIET.     I must be in Heaven! ;0)  I shit you not!

That's All Folks!
  I'm not that lucky!  Was reviewing before I posted. Command Center wanted his second cup of coffee and I JUMPED ON IT less I get more guff. 
Did I forget to mention that before he fell asleep for the night he was talking nice to me. Happens so seldom, you will have to excuse me!
That old adage, " you get more with honey than you do with vinegar" has been wasted on him.  I shit you not!