VNA Stephanie came right before eleven. She called me around 9 to tell me that and I thought , hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so much for the ten I saw written on their erasable calendar they left me.
My confusion on the time when I said ten was the time yesterday was because ....looking at the calendar they left me I saw the date they wrote in ( 10 ) and my mind thought that was the time. sigh! There was NO time written in.
Hubby did drink his coffee, some water and a large Gatorade before noon.. Also ate a package of Instant Oatmeal around ten.
Since he took his pills at noon ( only wanted one pain pill ) he has been asleep and it's 1:45 p.m. now.
With some bitching I got him to lay on his side and Stephanie warmed him of skin breakdowns and the results from those so maybe it sunk in his head.
His BP was good when she took it 116/68 pulse 65. She's another one that said " you need to take a walk if that's all you can manage to do for a few minutes here and there." He showed some of his ugly while she was here and went on and on about Tracie to her and how he told her to get out or he's call the cops. I kept saying nicely, " she's my friend." I explained to Stephanie and if I haven't to you that Tracie lived across the street all her life. When she was born she had many medical conditions and wasn't expected to live. She has been in and out of hospitals all her life. Never made friends with her peers and her adult life has been helping the elderly neighbors ( widows ) ie; taking them out to eat,shopping, car rides and visiting them in hospitals and rest homes. TRUE she is a busy body with gossiping, but she has a good heart. Now that her parents are deceased as well as most of the elderly in the neighborhood she once visited, she has felt the need to befriend me and take me outside of the house for awhile. Unfortunately she stays far too long and she has made it a habit to come here every day!!! She has nothing else to do with her time. Her car is a dumpster and I can only imagine what her apartment is. She will be fifty this September, is unattractive, over-weight, no teeth in her mouth, has never dated, takes moocho meds and her whiny high pitched voice will grate on your nerves.
"What's new" is her standard greeting.
I need to get it across to her that she does not need to stop here every day without hurting her. sigh!
Hubby didn't mention a shower this morning , nor did I. It will be our secret if he forgets about it all day today. ;0) I needed today off.
Called my favorite cousin ( Barb ) who is 3 months younger than me and she is going through Hell with her husband too. His enlarged prostrate was doing to him what hubby's is.
He has what she called a Super Pubic Tube placed in him now and is being treated for Prostrate Cancer which has spread. Has ports in his neck area . His blood is sent out to NJ to be difused and then put back into him. They also have not been able to leave their condo in SC as planned and latest plane tickets are for July. Barb told me her release is.....crying at night, in the doctors office and she almost cried while we were on the phone. I knew her emotions were surfacing again as we hung up. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Saturday June 11,2011
Yesterday was not as bad as the day before.:0)
I did go out to supper with Tracie after she took half a dozen trips into her parents house with stuff to clear a place for me on the passeger side to sit. As it was I had all kinds of wrappers, empty Sprite and water bottles, hairbrushes and other small items under my feet that I kicked aside so my feet could have a place to rest during the ride. sigh! When the house gets SOLD, then what???
We went to the Outback and I had the roast pork, stringbeans and a salad with the dressing on the side.
Brought Lydia our favorite waitress up to date on what has happened since hubby and I were there the Sunday before. Asked me if I'd like that Strawberry,Peach Sangria drink I've had a few times and my willpower Shit The Bed. :0(
On the way home I asked Tracie to stop at the grocery store so I could get some fruit and once back in the driveway I voiced I was going in and watching tv and resting and she didn't follow me inside. .
Jill had gone out ( my car) soooooooooooo it was my car that Tracie spied at the Moose when we passed by on the way home. :0(
Logan came in our bedroom to watch the Bruins game with papa at 8 and in twenty minutes he was sound asleep and so was papa. :0)
Jill came home around 9:30 followed /stalked by WB who went to her back door and I could hear an angry tirade out of him directed towards her. He worked over-time and when he got off duty he went to the Moose and had six drinks to her three she told me later. Two drinks and he is Toasted is how she puts it. Told him he wasn't coming here to sleep and it set him off. From the sound of his tires leaving the front of the house, I'd say his tires were as hot as he was. I shit you not!
While I know deep inside that even 3 drinks for Jill is 3 too many.....I find myself in denial still that she is an alcoholic. She didn't drink all week and was able to walk away from the bar after three drinks and that's so much better than what it's been. I know, I know. I'm fooling myself?????? It's called HOPE!
Hubby woke right around 6 a.m. complaining of his back hurting and asked for help to be repositioned.
Not without alot of grumbling and profanity if I wasn't doing things as in his mind he thought I should.
Gave him his meds with 2 pain pills , he turned the tv on and in minutes was sleeping and is still at 7:15.The pressure is on his butt again.
I'm going to go make my coffee .After that ??????????????????????
That's All Folks!
I AM WOMAN! Hear me ROAR! February 2012
WARNING !! Not for those with a short attention span. ; 0 )
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
D D The Rusty Years
Thursday June 9,2011
It started all over again today. When I offered hubby some coffee he didn't want his coffee yet. Two minutes later he did.
Phone call came from the Spinal Cord Injury department at the V.A. Hospital in West Roxbury. They/she needs to meet with us. ??????????? Asked me how he was doing. I have no idea what she needs to speak to us about. I've never had anyone from SCI come out to the house. ???????
Later he made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once done he needed help back into our room and Jill helped him get back and on the bed. She hung his Foley on the lowest rung of his bed railing. Within seconds he takes it off and begins looking at the tubing. Then he hung it up on the TOP railing. I told him to lower it. MOTHERRR leave me alone. Kept trying to explain to him it needed to be lower than he was to no avail. All I got was LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Why in the world he came back to the bed, I know not of because in less than a minute he stood up. What are you doing I asked him. Going into the bathroom was his reply. Me: Why? Him:To get my shower.
All I keep saying to myself is " you have got to be fucking shitting me."
Both while undressing and dressing him he constantly yelled I was hurting his pecker. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My back is spasming as I type.
I just can't seem to wrap my head around any of this......................
P.T. Andrea came before I could get in the shower. She did say between 11 and 11:30 and it was ten minutes of eleven. Time flies when you are having fun. Ha! Ha! She spent better than an hour familarizing herself with his medical history and what he uses to get from Point A to Point B. .
Neither of us can stand her voice. It goes right through you like someone elses we know. "Tracie."
P.T. gets their schedules on Sunday so she will call us sometime Sunday and tell us which three days she will be here next week and the times.
I'm in the shower when Sharrie from the Spinal Cord Injury department at the VA came. She told me 2:30 and came at 1:30. I like this gal despite the time mixup ..........I shit you not!
She departed at 3 and guess who came along not too long after. Yep " Tracie"
Made linguine with clam sauce for our supper. In the back of my mind I knew Tracie doesn't like it. :0)
Neither did hubby! What did I leave out he's asking me. Smart ass me told him...the salt.
Nothing was left out. I swear his taste buds are going South like his hearing has.
He ate a little. So let's review this. He had a few shortbread cookies with his coffee, a peanutbutter sandwich for lunch and then the small amount of linguine.
Sharrie from SCI had told him he has to eat and drink MORE. Up until the time she came he hadn't finished his first bottle of water. sigh! His urine is suppose to be alot lighter than it is and he isn't putting out a day what he should as he is not drinking enough. Showed her all the gatorade, pedialite, apple juice available to him. Gatorade is right at his bedside and he has only drank one since we got back from Florida.
He did begin to drink a bottle of gatorade while she was here and finished it.
Water has no electrolites. He needs electrolites.
He got upset at me more than once during her visit. She asked me how I dealt with it....walk away from him???? I nodded yes. She said " I'd want to punch him."
Dear Diary....I have entertained the thought of hitting him over the head with a frying pan more than once, if the truth be told. I shit you not!
Here it is 7:30 and he's been snoozing since he left the table at 6:30. I'm jealous....
T Storm has passed by and it's cooled down to 70. Opened slider and shut A/C off. Fresh air ..mmmmmmmmmmmm!
Going to check my email now.
You just know............I'll be back!!!! I shit you not!
Friday June 10,2011
Hubby slept straight through to morning. I woke at 4 and went to sit at my computer to enjoy the new lit keyboard for a half hour. I LUB IT! Then I used my brain and went back to bed. :0)
The sound of Logan taking his morning shower woke me at 6 and I got up to give hubby his morning meds.
My day began. Hubby wanted to use the bathroom before he took his meds. I emptied 700cc's of urine and helped him in there. BM was solid and formed. :0)
Like SCI Sharrie said yesterday, " we talk poop." ;0)
Once I got him back to bed and in it I took his BP. 140/63 104 (Wrist.) Pulse is very high. It was 76 this time yesterday . Sharrie told me that when I relate this info to a doctor , nurse or other health provider to tell them where I took it. ( I'm learning :0) )
Hubby took his meds at 6:30 and has been complaining of dizziness ever since.
He's sitting up in bed drinking his coffee and eating his fave cookies. His regular early morning ritual for years.
I see a big problem. He does not change his position much and laid with his head inclined on 3 pillows on his back all night. He and I have been warned about bed sores. Looks like I will need to wake him to get him to change position at night.
I zonked out around ten sitting propped up in bed myself with the TV on and woke at midnight and shut it off. Can't even tell you what was on tv. It was a channel he had on before he fell asleep at 6:30.
It's minutes away from 7:30 a.m.
Need to get my ACT together. VNA Carly/Karlie ? coming at ten.
I hear him moaning and groaning and just asked what was wrong. I get an aggitated " nothing".
"Oh shit, Oh shit" just minutes after. Ask again what's wrong and I get an agitated " I don't feel good " out of him. More groans are coming out of him. Ten o'clock nurse can't come soon enough for me. I shit you not!
That's All Folks!
It started all over again today. When I offered hubby some coffee he didn't want his coffee yet. Two minutes later he did.
Phone call came from the Spinal Cord Injury department at the V.A. Hospital in West Roxbury. They/she needs to meet with us. ??????????? Asked me how he was doing. I have no idea what she needs to speak to us about. I've never had anyone from SCI come out to the house. ???????
Later he made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once done he needed help back into our room and Jill helped him get back and on the bed. She hung his Foley on the lowest rung of his bed railing. Within seconds he takes it off and begins looking at the tubing. Then he hung it up on the TOP railing. I told him to lower it. MOTHERRR leave me alone. Kept trying to explain to him it needed to be lower than he was to no avail. All I got was LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Why in the world he came back to the bed, I know not of because in less than a minute he stood up. What are you doing I asked him. Going into the bathroom was his reply. Me: Why? Him:To get my shower.
All I keep saying to myself is " you have got to be fucking shitting me."
Both while undressing and dressing him he constantly yelled I was hurting his pecker. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My back is spasming as I type.
I just can't seem to wrap my head around any of this......................
P.T. Andrea came before I could get in the shower. She did say between 11 and 11:30 and it was ten minutes of eleven. Time flies when you are having fun. Ha! Ha! She spent better than an hour familarizing herself with his medical history and what he uses to get from Point A to Point B. .
Neither of us can stand her voice. It goes right through you like someone elses we know. "Tracie."
P.T. gets their schedules on Sunday so she will call us sometime Sunday and tell us which three days she will be here next week and the times.
I'm in the shower when Sharrie from the Spinal Cord Injury department at the VA came. She told me 2:30 and came at 1:30. I like this gal despite the time mixup ..........I shit you not!
She departed at 3 and guess who came along not too long after. Yep " Tracie"
Made linguine with clam sauce for our supper. In the back of my mind I knew Tracie doesn't like it. :0)
Neither did hubby! What did I leave out he's asking me. Smart ass me told him...the salt.
Nothing was left out. I swear his taste buds are going South like his hearing has.
He ate a little. So let's review this. He had a few shortbread cookies with his coffee, a peanutbutter sandwich for lunch and then the small amount of linguine.
Sharrie from SCI had told him he has to eat and drink MORE. Up until the time she came he hadn't finished his first bottle of water. sigh! His urine is suppose to be alot lighter than it is and he isn't putting out a day what he should as he is not drinking enough. Showed her all the gatorade, pedialite, apple juice available to him. Gatorade is right at his bedside and he has only drank one since we got back from Florida.
He did begin to drink a bottle of gatorade while she was here and finished it.
Water has no electrolites. He needs electrolites.
He got upset at me more than once during her visit. She asked me how I dealt with it....walk away from him???? I nodded yes. She said " I'd want to punch him."
Dear Diary....I have entertained the thought of hitting him over the head with a frying pan more than once, if the truth be told. I shit you not!
Here it is 7:30 and he's been snoozing since he left the table at 6:30. I'm jealous....
T Storm has passed by and it's cooled down to 70. Opened slider and shut A/C off. Fresh air ..mmmmmmmmmmmm!
Going to check my email now.
You just know............I'll be back!!!! I shit you not!
Friday June 10,2011
Hubby slept straight through to morning. I woke at 4 and went to sit at my computer to enjoy the new lit keyboard for a half hour. I LUB IT! Then I used my brain and went back to bed. :0)
The sound of Logan taking his morning shower woke me at 6 and I got up to give hubby his morning meds.
My day began. Hubby wanted to use the bathroom before he took his meds. I emptied 700cc's of urine and helped him in there. BM was solid and formed. :0)
Like SCI Sharrie said yesterday, " we talk poop." ;0)
Once I got him back to bed and in it I took his BP. 140/63 104 (Wrist.) Pulse is very high. It was 76 this time yesterday . Sharrie told me that when I relate this info to a doctor , nurse or other health provider to tell them where I took it. ( I'm learning :0) )
Hubby took his meds at 6:30 and has been complaining of dizziness ever since.
He's sitting up in bed drinking his coffee and eating his fave cookies. His regular early morning ritual for years.
I see a big problem. He does not change his position much and laid with his head inclined on 3 pillows on his back all night. He and I have been warned about bed sores. Looks like I will need to wake him to get him to change position at night.
I zonked out around ten sitting propped up in bed myself with the TV on and woke at midnight and shut it off. Can't even tell you what was on tv. It was a channel he had on before he fell asleep at 6:30.
It's minutes away from 7:30 a.m.
Need to get my ACT together. VNA Carly/Karlie ? coming at ten.
I hear him moaning and groaning and just asked what was wrong. I get an aggitated " nothing".
"Oh shit, Oh shit" just minutes after. Ask again what's wrong and I get an agitated " I don't feel good " out of him. More groans are coming out of him. Ten o'clock nurse can't come soon enough for me. I shit you not!
That's All Folks!
Thursday, June 09, 2011
D D My life is no Novel, but it may read like one ...sigh!
Wednesday June 8th
It's only 9 a.m. and it's been a hellofa morning.
SIL Dana called me and his voice sounded like something was wrong from the tone of it. . My heart was in my mouth.
Turns out he was calling on the QT to tell me that my daughter Cheryl is very despondant and wondering what she did wrong that I haven't called her in ten days.
To tell the truth...I knew I'd get nothing but grief from her and I didn't need it.
PLUS, I have not exactly been having a pic a nic. I shit you not!
She has always been defiant and unrespectful of hubby and she could care less if he dies.
Not warranted, but in her mind it is. sigh!
Dana begged me not to let on that he called me and I quickly hung up and called her.
WRONG MOVE! All the bitterness at her sister Jill for living with me and many other issues she has with her all these years spilled out of her mouth. Hate and bitter venom.
She had to get the dig in that after we hung up ten days ago she has been wondering why I don't take my own advise and take a pill like I've tried to push on her.
Told her I DO! " They have you conned too,huh. The whole world is taking f'n pills." I told her it's better than being in an institution. Well I'm not taking any pills. I know exactly why I am depressed. Family wants nothing to do with me, I'm broke, cheated out of our lottery winnings, my kids are depressed too. No A/C and the landlord won't let me set up my pool this year. He told me the water bills are too high.
I'm tired of being a good mother. I'm going to start going to the bars,blah,blah,blah.
Told her that's exactly what I feel like doing myself, but it doesn't solve a thing. She mailed a nasty letter to Jill yesterday she said. Told her the truth about her and the hate she has for her.
I told Jill and she said whatever she needs to do is fine with her,. Doesn't mean she is going to answer it in writing or by phone because she isn't.
Meantime hubby has been bitching about this and that. I hooked up a new extension cord that ties to his new bedrail so he could plug his shaver in and he wanted it back where it was. NO CAN DO !!!
That would mean I would have to plug and unplug it. NO CAN DO! He told me he was going to start punching me when I yelled at him. Told him he'd be in a nursing home and that ended that. THIS TIME!
Couldn't find his Williams Lectric shave. It was right behind the Tums he plunked in front of it.
Up down, up down.
True ...his eyesight is bad, BUT
Bought him a new electric shaver. He insisted it was a chargable kind and he only wanted one that plugs in. Better shave,blah,blah,blah. Well that fiasco ended quickly. When he opened it the blades were missing and it was all coroded inside. Someone had used it a longggggggggggggg time and returned it. DAMNIT!
It's going back to the store. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Of course he wanted to continue on about it being a chargeable and I was having no part of it. You are wrong and won't admit it he accuses me. Fine whatever you say I am saying back to him.
Then I go to empty the Foley and he's telling me how to do it. Wasn't happening and I told him so. I didn't need him to give me a lesson. Further more, I don't need to record how much piss is in the bag. All I need to know is he is able to eliminate into that catherter they told me. Piss in there...all is well.
Phone rings at 9. VNA saying she wil be out to the house between 11 and noon.
I didn't even know someone had been asked to see him. She said the call came from the V.A.
Wonder if he will try to tell her how to do her job too.
Just being vacicious.
I am so jittery inside. Told Jill why I am so appreciative of the work in the house that Randy did for me, if he keeps his shit up I don't want him coming around, if all Cheryl can do is work me up..I don't need her phone calls and seeing people drunk I don't need either. I saw enough of that in my childhood and I deserve some better years before I die.
Last night she fell asleep at 6:30 p.m. and was asleep when I retired at 10:30.
Butchie aka WB came here from work after 8 this morning. Left and returned minutes ago. She told him she is not going out on his boat to pull up his lobster traps yesterday and again today. What part of that didn't he get, she asked of me?????
I'm going to go take my shower and get dressed. It's almost 10 A.M.
Trust me.... barring no internet service, I will be back writing in this diary during the day.
I can feel it in my bones. :0(
I'm back! Told you so. It's now 10:40 a.m.
My daughter Cheryl came to the house saying that she came to give me a hug because she wouldn't be seeing me all summer.
Then she began her tirade. Spitting venom about her lot in life and how she's wasted 50 years of her life being a slave to her house and family. Has no life of her own. No one wants to be around her because she does not have any money. Wanted so badly to say it was because of her mouth.
She continued ranting. My Trevor sits in his hot bedroom with the windows closed because he can't stand the noise of the traffic going by. Shayla has no friends. They have all turned against her. She's being treated by several phychiatrists and has gained weight. I told her I see her in Facebook telling her friends, F U. She said that's the way all the kids talk. She is very pissed at her landlord as she has done so much outside work for him and even tended his garden the past two years watering and pulling weeds. It seems he came back to her door today and told her he got to feeling bad after he told her not to set up the kiddie pool as she has done so much for him. Dana was home setting it up. She told him not to bother because she won't use it after what he said this morning. She felt like putting a knife through it. I told her she was just spiting herself and she claims she doesn't care. The scene here got uglier and uglier. Went in to say hi to hubby and told me it was all she could do to do that. When I asked why she told me all she remembers are beatings and being made to stay in her room. Come on Cheryl I said. You were not reprimanded that often, nor sent to your room.
I don't care she screamed. If my husband put his hands on my children I would leave him.
Then she accused me of being a lousy mother for letting hubby reprimand her. My fathers up there she said as she pointed to the sky. She meant God, not her dead father that never saw her all the time she was young and only after she was grown and in her late thirtys because she went to visit him.
Next it was my brother Ron that molested her when she was around age 16 that she ranted about. It was SHE that gave me a bitching time about going to Florida with him and I finally relented. My FREE BIRD as she called herself. She told me she would run away and FINALLY I said GO. It was during that time that he molested her.
I asked her why when he came here from Florida where he lived right before he died she begged me to watch her two young babies so that she could go out with him. I was looking for an aplology from him and he never even gave me that she screams at me. .
Geez ...I remember hearing ....mom I'll be home by 1a.m. and it was close to 4 when she came for the kids. They did not like being away from her and cried almost the entire time she was gone. I was pulling my hair out and watching that effffin clock. One minute praying she's come through the door and the next minute cursing her.
Yep....it's all my fault . sigh! I never got that hug. She left screaming out things as she went to her car. Did hear her say that some day she would have a better life than Jill has. Going to find another man that can provide for her.
There was so much more.....none good.
Her mouth is why people don't want to be around her. Bitter, bitter. Not any of our fault her husband let someone flim flam him out of his 4 million lottery winnings., but one would think that it was. I shit you not!
No sooner does she leave then Sombay my son Larry's significant other of over 20 years called me to see if I was back from Florida. Told me that my son has been sick a week. Not eating, but drinking fluids. Hot/Cold. rash. In bed a week. Macho man thinks doctors are for sissies. Prides himself on keeping fit and staying healthy. Going to a doctor would be a sign of weakness. sigh! MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next the VNA Carly came. Spent an hour and a half going over hubby's health and meds. Once again he was on one subject while she was onto another. sigh! I gave him his shower after she left while all the while listening to him bitch at me. My fault he is going to fall, my fault he is having trouble sitting down on his bath chair, my fault this and my fault that. Now it's 1:30 p.m. and I haven't had lunch nor has hubby. Gave him baby prunes he asked for as he hasn't had a BM since Sunday morning and I asked him what he wanted for lunch. He starts MOTHER..let me finish this, will you just leave me alone. Fine...I leave the room and make myself a seafood salad sandwich. Ate at the table and when I entered the room he asked where his lunch was. Reminded him he told me to leave him alone cause he didn't want anything. He says, " I said I'd have what you are having." F me he did ! So I made him a sandwich. You salted this he exclaimed. Told him it was store bought and I never touched a salt shaker. You are always putting salt on my food he said. Don't know what I yelled back at him, but he shut up. Trying to dress him I put the Foley through the leg of his Depend and pj bottom first as shown to me by the discharge nurse. He wanted me to do it a different way.
I told him I was doing it MY WAY, not his. All this time I am bent over to his feet trying to get his pants on while he sits on the toilet in the steamy bathroom. .
If I could remember all his horse shit and my daughter Cheryl's ............well let's just say this makes for LESS READING since I don't.
You lucky people you!
Now it's 2p.m.
Earlier Jill gave him a brownie and he keeps seeing bugs on the sheets. Yup, you guessed it. I get up to check every time he exclaims he sees another bug and it's brownie crumbs. sigh!
Jill and I went shopping after 2 and left Logan watching/listening for papa.
Upon arriving back home WB was here. Was feeling good and had a fresh drink with him. Tried to get Jill to have some of it and she asked him what the Hell he was doing. What part of I don't want to drink during the week don't you understand, she asked him. He hung around and got glassier eyed.
Tracie came over with two pair of new pjs she bought ....size 1x and offered them to me. Told her they were too big for me, but she insisted I try them on later. Knew she was hoping for an invite to eat, but I just wasn't up to trying to entertain her. She left and we finally sat down to eat around 6:30. WB had been vacuuming the pool the last I knew and he came inside when we were almost done and wasn't happy. Apparently he didn't hear her say the meat was done and she was shutting off the grille and going inside.
I told him to make himself a plate and the next thing I knew, he left. ????? She didn't know why either, but said she had no time for a two year old.
While I am eating, my Cheryl called. Was all apologys and never meant to cause me more stress. I was the best mother and she didn't want to ruin the line of communication with me. Wanted to be able to call me and talk, etc. Told her I loved her and no problem. ( Of course we said much more to each other, but it was all good.) She wanted to take me to a Clam Bake Sunday as her Mothers Day gift to me. Asked me to think about it as my voice showed hesitance ( not because of her words ) and told me either way , no problem. To be quite honest, it isn't something I feel up to doing or eating at this time and would rather eat at the Outback with hubby on Sunday.
Later I remembered I had picked her up a few pieces of clothing in Florida and didn't give them to her. sigh!
Maybe I can do someting else with her soon.
Jill told me later that her son Ryan went up to her and hugged her and thanked her for not drinking today. He told her he could tell she hadn't had a drink. BUT, I'm sitting on this deck and I can smell the bacardi on him over there at the patio table he said.
Young Gil came with his girlfriend Emily. I like her. :0)
Gil has a new tatoo on his arm. It reads F A M I L Y one way and upside down reads F R I E N D S.
:0( I had a piece of the carrot cake birthday cake. DAMN it was good!
It's 11:30 p.m. Hubby is sound asleep. Going to join him on that bed. It's been a long day in some ways and a short day in others. Not much done by me. :0( sigh!
Anddddddddddddddd then came the middle of the night.
Hubby was up standing holding onto the bed railing and back down to a seating position.
Every time I asked him what was wrong, he said he felt lousy.
Quarter of five he tells me he just shit himself. I check.....nothing. Are you sure he asks....it feels squishy...what's this ( Depend padding). Over and over he asks me if I'm sure.
I asked him if he wanted to get on his porta toilet and together we finally got him on it. He couldn't feel himself having a BM, but he did. Soft, but formed. I wiped him up and put thick ointment on him in that area and emptied and cleaned up. Got him back into bed ( he can't lift one of his legs ) and by then it was time for his morning meds. 6 a.m.
The rain started about then. I could hear thunder in the distance earlier.
I'm listening to the rain and he is snoozing again. He lloks frail laying there. :0(
My coffee is brewing and surprisingly for so little sleep, I feel good and refreshed. :0)
Andrea from P.T. called yesterday and she will be coming between 11:30 and noon. Did I write this down already????
This was suppose to be a scorcher of a day. It's 71 degrees at 6:37 a.m. With the rain pounding down on the skylight in my bedroom it doesn't seem like it will be anddddddddddd that's alright by me.
I'm going to sip my coffee and take this time to read a few of you know who's. ;0)
That's All Folks!
It's only 9 a.m. and it's been a hellofa morning.
SIL Dana called me and his voice sounded like something was wrong from the tone of it. . My heart was in my mouth.
Turns out he was calling on the QT to tell me that my daughter Cheryl is very despondant and wondering what she did wrong that I haven't called her in ten days.
To tell the truth...I knew I'd get nothing but grief from her and I didn't need it.
PLUS, I have not exactly been having a pic a nic. I shit you not!
She has always been defiant and unrespectful of hubby and she could care less if he dies.
Not warranted, but in her mind it is. sigh!
Dana begged me not to let on that he called me and I quickly hung up and called her.
WRONG MOVE! All the bitterness at her sister Jill for living with me and many other issues she has with her all these years spilled out of her mouth. Hate and bitter venom.
She had to get the dig in that after we hung up ten days ago she has been wondering why I don't take my own advise and take a pill like I've tried to push on her.
Told her I DO! " They have you conned too,huh. The whole world is taking f'n pills." I told her it's better than being in an institution. Well I'm not taking any pills. I know exactly why I am depressed. Family wants nothing to do with me, I'm broke, cheated out of our lottery winnings, my kids are depressed too. No A/C and the landlord won't let me set up my pool this year. He told me the water bills are too high.
I'm tired of being a good mother. I'm going to start going to the bars,blah,blah,blah.
Told her that's exactly what I feel like doing myself, but it doesn't solve a thing. She mailed a nasty letter to Jill yesterday she said. Told her the truth about her and the hate she has for her.
I told Jill and she said whatever she needs to do is fine with her,. Doesn't mean she is going to answer it in writing or by phone because she isn't.
Meantime hubby has been bitching about this and that. I hooked up a new extension cord that ties to his new bedrail so he could plug his shaver in and he wanted it back where it was. NO CAN DO !!!
That would mean I would have to plug and unplug it. NO CAN DO! He told me he was going to start punching me when I yelled at him. Told him he'd be in a nursing home and that ended that. THIS TIME!
Couldn't find his Williams Lectric shave. It was right behind the Tums he plunked in front of it.
Up down, up down.
True ...his eyesight is bad, BUT
Bought him a new electric shaver. He insisted it was a chargable kind and he only wanted one that plugs in. Better shave,blah,blah,blah. Well that fiasco ended quickly. When he opened it the blades were missing and it was all coroded inside. Someone had used it a longggggggggggggg time and returned it. DAMNIT!
It's going back to the store. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Of course he wanted to continue on about it being a chargeable and I was having no part of it. You are wrong and won't admit it he accuses me. Fine whatever you say I am saying back to him.
Then I go to empty the Foley and he's telling me how to do it. Wasn't happening and I told him so. I didn't need him to give me a lesson. Further more, I don't need to record how much piss is in the bag. All I need to know is he is able to eliminate into that catherter they told me. Piss in there...all is well.
Phone rings at 9. VNA saying she wil be out to the house between 11 and noon.
I didn't even know someone had been asked to see him. She said the call came from the V.A.
Wonder if he will try to tell her how to do her job too.
Just being vacicious.
I am so jittery inside. Told Jill why I am so appreciative of the work in the house that Randy did for me, if he keeps his shit up I don't want him coming around, if all Cheryl can do is work me up..I don't need her phone calls and seeing people drunk I don't need either. I saw enough of that in my childhood and I deserve some better years before I die.
Last night she fell asleep at 6:30 p.m. and was asleep when I retired at 10:30.
Butchie aka WB came here from work after 8 this morning. Left and returned minutes ago. She told him she is not going out on his boat to pull up his lobster traps yesterday and again today. What part of that didn't he get, she asked of me?????
I'm going to go take my shower and get dressed. It's almost 10 A.M.
Trust me.... barring no internet service, I will be back writing in this diary during the day.
I can feel it in my bones. :0(
I'm back! Told you so. It's now 10:40 a.m.
My daughter Cheryl came to the house saying that she came to give me a hug because she wouldn't be seeing me all summer.
Then she began her tirade. Spitting venom about her lot in life and how she's wasted 50 years of her life being a slave to her house and family. Has no life of her own. No one wants to be around her because she does not have any money. Wanted so badly to say it was because of her mouth.
She continued ranting. My Trevor sits in his hot bedroom with the windows closed because he can't stand the noise of the traffic going by. Shayla has no friends. They have all turned against her. She's being treated by several phychiatrists and has gained weight. I told her I see her in Facebook telling her friends, F U. She said that's the way all the kids talk. She is very pissed at her landlord as she has done so much outside work for him and even tended his garden the past two years watering and pulling weeds. It seems he came back to her door today and told her he got to feeling bad after he told her not to set up the kiddie pool as she has done so much for him. Dana was home setting it up. She told him not to bother because she won't use it after what he said this morning. She felt like putting a knife through it. I told her she was just spiting herself and she claims she doesn't care. The scene here got uglier and uglier. Went in to say hi to hubby and told me it was all she could do to do that. When I asked why she told me all she remembers are beatings and being made to stay in her room. Come on Cheryl I said. You were not reprimanded that often, nor sent to your room.
I don't care she screamed. If my husband put his hands on my children I would leave him.
Then she accused me of being a lousy mother for letting hubby reprimand her. My fathers up there she said as she pointed to the sky. She meant God, not her dead father that never saw her all the time she was young and only after she was grown and in her late thirtys because she went to visit him.
Next it was my brother Ron that molested her when she was around age 16 that she ranted about. It was SHE that gave me a bitching time about going to Florida with him and I finally relented. My FREE BIRD as she called herself. She told me she would run away and FINALLY I said GO. It was during that time that he molested her.
I asked her why when he came here from Florida where he lived right before he died she begged me to watch her two young babies so that she could go out with him. I was looking for an aplology from him and he never even gave me that she screams at me. .
Geez ...I remember hearing ....mom I'll be home by 1a.m. and it was close to 4 when she came for the kids. They did not like being away from her and cried almost the entire time she was gone. I was pulling my hair out and watching that effffin clock. One minute praying she's come through the door and the next minute cursing her.
Yep....it's all my fault . sigh! I never got that hug. She left screaming out things as she went to her car. Did hear her say that some day she would have a better life than Jill has. Going to find another man that can provide for her.
There was so much more.....none good.
Her mouth is why people don't want to be around her. Bitter, bitter. Not any of our fault her husband let someone flim flam him out of his 4 million lottery winnings., but one would think that it was. I shit you not!
No sooner does she leave then Sombay my son Larry's significant other of over 20 years called me to see if I was back from Florida. Told me that my son has been sick a week. Not eating, but drinking fluids. Hot/Cold. rash. In bed a week. Macho man thinks doctors are for sissies. Prides himself on keeping fit and staying healthy. Going to a doctor would be a sign of weakness. sigh! MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next the VNA Carly came. Spent an hour and a half going over hubby's health and meds. Once again he was on one subject while she was onto another. sigh! I gave him his shower after she left while all the while listening to him bitch at me. My fault he is going to fall, my fault he is having trouble sitting down on his bath chair, my fault this and my fault that. Now it's 1:30 p.m. and I haven't had lunch nor has hubby. Gave him baby prunes he asked for as he hasn't had a BM since Sunday morning and I asked him what he wanted for lunch. He starts MOTHER..let me finish this, will you just leave me alone. Fine...I leave the room and make myself a seafood salad sandwich. Ate at the table and when I entered the room he asked where his lunch was. Reminded him he told me to leave him alone cause he didn't want anything. He says, " I said I'd have what you are having." F me he did ! So I made him a sandwich. You salted this he exclaimed. Told him it was store bought and I never touched a salt shaker. You are always putting salt on my food he said. Don't know what I yelled back at him, but he shut up. Trying to dress him I put the Foley through the leg of his Depend and pj bottom first as shown to me by the discharge nurse. He wanted me to do it a different way.
I told him I was doing it MY WAY, not his. All this time I am bent over to his feet trying to get his pants on while he sits on the toilet in the steamy bathroom. .
If I could remember all his horse shit and my daughter Cheryl's ............well let's just say this makes for LESS READING since I don't.
You lucky people you!
Now it's 2p.m.
Earlier Jill gave him a brownie and he keeps seeing bugs on the sheets. Yup, you guessed it. I get up to check every time he exclaims he sees another bug and it's brownie crumbs. sigh!
Jill and I went shopping after 2 and left Logan watching/listening for papa.
Upon arriving back home WB was here. Was feeling good and had a fresh drink with him. Tried to get Jill to have some of it and she asked him what the Hell he was doing. What part of I don't want to drink during the week don't you understand, she asked him. He hung around and got glassier eyed.
Tracie came over with two pair of new pjs she bought ....size 1x and offered them to me. Told her they were too big for me, but she insisted I try them on later. Knew she was hoping for an invite to eat, but I just wasn't up to trying to entertain her. She left and we finally sat down to eat around 6:30. WB had been vacuuming the pool the last I knew and he came inside when we were almost done and wasn't happy. Apparently he didn't hear her say the meat was done and she was shutting off the grille and going inside.
I told him to make himself a plate and the next thing I knew, he left. ????? She didn't know why either, but said she had no time for a two year old.
While I am eating, my Cheryl called. Was all apologys and never meant to cause me more stress. I was the best mother and she didn't want to ruin the line of communication with me. Wanted to be able to call me and talk, etc. Told her I loved her and no problem. ( Of course we said much more to each other, but it was all good.) She wanted to take me to a Clam Bake Sunday as her Mothers Day gift to me. Asked me to think about it as my voice showed hesitance ( not because of her words ) and told me either way , no problem. To be quite honest, it isn't something I feel up to doing or eating at this time and would rather eat at the Outback with hubby on Sunday.
Later I remembered I had picked her up a few pieces of clothing in Florida and didn't give them to her. sigh!
Maybe I can do someting else with her soon.
Jill told me later that her son Ryan went up to her and hugged her and thanked her for not drinking today. He told her he could tell she hadn't had a drink. BUT, I'm sitting on this deck and I can smell the bacardi on him over there at the patio table he said.
Young Gil came with his girlfriend Emily. I like her. :0)
Gil has a new tatoo on his arm. It reads F A M I L Y one way and upside down reads F R I E N D S.
:0( I had a piece of the carrot cake birthday cake. DAMN it was good!
It's 11:30 p.m. Hubby is sound asleep. Going to join him on that bed. It's been a long day in some ways and a short day in others. Not much done by me. :0( sigh!
Anddddddddddddddd then came the middle of the night.
Hubby was up standing holding onto the bed railing and back down to a seating position.
Every time I asked him what was wrong, he said he felt lousy.
Quarter of five he tells me he just shit himself. I check.....nothing. Are you sure he asks....it feels squishy...what's this ( Depend padding). Over and over he asks me if I'm sure.
I asked him if he wanted to get on his porta toilet and together we finally got him on it. He couldn't feel himself having a BM, but he did. Soft, but formed. I wiped him up and put thick ointment on him in that area and emptied and cleaned up. Got him back into bed ( he can't lift one of his legs ) and by then it was time for his morning meds. 6 a.m.
The rain started about then. I could hear thunder in the distance earlier.
I'm listening to the rain and he is snoozing again. He lloks frail laying there. :0(
My coffee is brewing and surprisingly for so little sleep, I feel good and refreshed. :0)
Andrea from P.T. called yesterday and she will be coming between 11:30 and noon. Did I write this down already????
This was suppose to be a scorcher of a day. It's 71 degrees at 6:37 a.m. With the rain pounding down on the skylight in my bedroom it doesn't seem like it will be anddddddddddd that's alright by me.
I'm going to sip my coffee and take this time to read a few of you know who's. ;0)
That's All Folks!
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
D D Go figure !
The call came yesterday to say he was being discharged and when could they expect us to pick him up.
Eleven a.m. was the magic hour I chose. Jill and I get there and he's sound asleep and nothing has been done to get him discharged. They couldn't remove the IV until they located the doctor and he filled out his discharge papers.
One p.m. we finally were on the road. Had to also wait for his Amoxicillin 875 to be filled in the pharmacy there too.
Guess this is par for the course on being discharged. He has never been ready to go out the door the day of discharge.
It's probably the same with everyone.
I learned how to drain and empty the Foley catherter and if it's decided after his urology testing the 14th that he needs to wear one permanently I will be given a new bag to change once a month.
Since home he got cranky, slept alot and almost fell trying to leave the bathroom after he brushed his teeth trying to get rid of the taste of salt in his mouth as he said to me. He is not steady on his feet from being bed bound so much.. Jill had ordered him a Philly Steak and cheese for supper and he complained it was ALL SALT and put it aside refusing to eat it saying I have them salt his food on purpose. :0( sigh!
Offered him cereal and he said later and went back to sleep.
Close to 8 he woke and it was a F'n repeat of that afternoon in FL when he insisted it was morning and kept asking for his coffee. SOB ...Shoot Me!
Then he tells me I should have said a.m or pm after I told him the time because I knew that he thought it was morning when he first asked me what time it was. No I didn't !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then he couldn't get the TV remote to work to change channels and was getting pissed wondering who F'd up his remote. I took it from him and flew through the channels one by one. He claims when he tried...it was broke.
Noooooooooooooooooo it wasn't.
I can deal with the Foley and cleaning shit, but this Rat Trap stuff is driving me up a wall.
I'm tired physically and mentally, my mind being the worst and can't stand that added aggrevation.
I told him earlier today when he warned me that his health was going to get worst that I could handle the shit,etc. It was his BS that wore me out and made me yell. I told him I have not yelled at him for crapping his pants, nor would I.
He won't stop when he locks onto something like the time mixup or trying to pin me down when I told him I did not watch tv last night, that Logan watched the Bruins game in here. What did you do he asked me. Cleaned our fucking bedroom ,I yelled. He retorted, " probably fucked with my stuff." "You're probably right, I shot back at him.
If this keeps up it is not going to be good. I shit you not!
Fifteen minutes later he was talking like nothing was said between us. :0) This is some rollercoaster ride.
He ate his wheaties with a sliced up banana. I heard him say " well this is f'n nice. " What I asked, his words "You gave me a piece of rotten banana. " I SWEAR it was a firm ( not soft or mushy anywhere on it ) banana.
No I didn't was my reply and that ended as soon as it began. :0)
He slept the night through. When I woke him at 6a.m. to give him his meds he stated that he was in pain and when asked where he said his pecker. Asked for 2 pain pills and I gave him the second one. About a year ago I had talked with his primary about giving him more than one pain pill and he said it was okay to do it. Told me to just call him for more pain med when I needed it during the same month and he would authorize a second refill. Looks like that time is here.
He went back to sleep and that's where I am at now (Up to the correct time and date. ) Almost 7 a.m.
Began writing in my diary during the later part of the evening last night. I'm grabbing the times to write my thoughts down when they present themselves if possible
Here is the report on the CT they took when he was in the E.R.
Technique: Noncontrast Head CT
Impression:
Large area of encephalomalcia within the right occipital and parahippocarmpal gyrus is likely related to old right PCA infarct.
There is also encephalomalcia within the left occipital lobe and left parieto-occipital region probably also related to old infarct.
Ex vacuo dilation of the right and left occipital horn are seen.
Scattered areas of low attenuation within the periventricular, deep, and subcortical white matter likely represents moderate to severe microangiopathic ischemic disease.
Low attenuating foci within the bilateral lentiform nuclei and right thalmus likely representslacunar infarcts.
No evidence for hemorrage, mass effect, or extra-axial fluid collection is seen.
So what the doctor told Jill in the E.R. is ....the old brain bleeds are now not allowing the brain to send the correct signals to his other organs so they can perform correctly.
He had 5cc's of blood in four seperate areas of his brain 6 or 7 years ago. That adds up to 20cc's.
No reason for those bleeds was indicated in the angio they did of his brain back then.
He had one massive headache.
A few months later he had a bleed in two different areas and the angio again failed to find a reason, but caused him to have a stroke on the table that left him unable to see and gradually his right eye vision came back and the left eye suffered alot of dead areas. Now he has cataracts. Fun,fun.
His hearing has been going South too. More fun,fun.
He's a fighter! In more ways than one if you get my drift. I shit you not!
Ex SIL from Hell went to S.Korea, not N.Korea Monday for 2 months and his wife will leave the 18th and stay 3 weeks. Erzi her 8 year old will stay with the neighbor Mrs.Williams again. Not my problem, but damn I feel bad for this child and wonder what is going on in his head.
To be truthful, if we lived in the same town I would have offered to keep him and send him off to school.
That's me in a nutshell..............................
Hubby is awake again and asked for his coffee. He's still dizzy like he was at 6 and is trying to stay sitting propped up in bed so he can drink his coffee when it cools down some.
He's voicing his concern about why he is feeling dizzy so often now. I told him I'm concerned about that too. I am.
Just took his BP. 144/81 pulse 76. Very good for him.
If I sound all over the place ...........well I AM! ;0)
Physically I am in good shape. My mind...............well that's up for debate! ;0)
Closing up the house and turning the A/C on is not enjoyable to me.
We were suppose to have a birthday party for grandson Ryan's wife Sarah tonight. Jill made the cake earlier this morning and brownies. She has since heard from her son Ryan that Sarah is very sick. She took the day off from work and is going to see her doctor. I can deal with no cookout if it comes to that. Haven't shopped for her gift yet either. Card and money is always good. :0)
That's All Folks!
Eleven a.m. was the magic hour I chose. Jill and I get there and he's sound asleep and nothing has been done to get him discharged. They couldn't remove the IV until they located the doctor and he filled out his discharge papers.
One p.m. we finally were on the road. Had to also wait for his Amoxicillin 875 to be filled in the pharmacy there too.
Guess this is par for the course on being discharged. He has never been ready to go out the door the day of discharge.
It's probably the same with everyone.
I learned how to drain and empty the Foley catherter and if it's decided after his urology testing the 14th that he needs to wear one permanently I will be given a new bag to change once a month.
Since home he got cranky, slept alot and almost fell trying to leave the bathroom after he brushed his teeth trying to get rid of the taste of salt in his mouth as he said to me. He is not steady on his feet from being bed bound so much.. Jill had ordered him a Philly Steak and cheese for supper and he complained it was ALL SALT and put it aside refusing to eat it saying I have them salt his food on purpose. :0( sigh!
Offered him cereal and he said later and went back to sleep.
Close to 8 he woke and it was a F'n repeat of that afternoon in FL when he insisted it was morning and kept asking for his coffee. SOB ...Shoot Me!
Then he tells me I should have said a.m or pm after I told him the time because I knew that he thought it was morning when he first asked me what time it was. No I didn't !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then he couldn't get the TV remote to work to change channels and was getting pissed wondering who F'd up his remote. I took it from him and flew through the channels one by one. He claims when he tried...it was broke.
Noooooooooooooooooo it wasn't.
I can deal with the Foley and cleaning shit, but this Rat Trap stuff is driving me up a wall.
I'm tired physically and mentally, my mind being the worst and can't stand that added aggrevation.
I told him earlier today when he warned me that his health was going to get worst that I could handle the shit,etc. It was his BS that wore me out and made me yell. I told him I have not yelled at him for crapping his pants, nor would I.
He won't stop when he locks onto something like the time mixup or trying to pin me down when I told him I did not watch tv last night, that Logan watched the Bruins game in here. What did you do he asked me. Cleaned our fucking bedroom ,I yelled. He retorted, " probably fucked with my stuff." "You're probably right, I shot back at him.
If this keeps up it is not going to be good. I shit you not!
Fifteen minutes later he was talking like nothing was said between us. :0) This is some rollercoaster ride.
He ate his wheaties with a sliced up banana. I heard him say " well this is f'n nice. " What I asked, his words "You gave me a piece of rotten banana. " I SWEAR it was a firm ( not soft or mushy anywhere on it ) banana.
No I didn't was my reply and that ended as soon as it began. :0)
He slept the night through. When I woke him at 6a.m. to give him his meds he stated that he was in pain and when asked where he said his pecker. Asked for 2 pain pills and I gave him the second one. About a year ago I had talked with his primary about giving him more than one pain pill and he said it was okay to do it. Told me to just call him for more pain med when I needed it during the same month and he would authorize a second refill. Looks like that time is here.
He went back to sleep and that's where I am at now (Up to the correct time and date. ) Almost 7 a.m.
Began writing in my diary during the later part of the evening last night. I'm grabbing the times to write my thoughts down when they present themselves if possible
Here is the report on the CT they took when he was in the E.R.
Technique: Noncontrast Head CT
Impression:
Large area of encephalomalcia within the right occipital and parahippocarmpal gyrus is likely related to old right PCA infarct.
There is also encephalomalcia within the left occipital lobe and left parieto-occipital region probably also related to old infarct.
Ex vacuo dilation of the right and left occipital horn are seen.
Scattered areas of low attenuation within the periventricular, deep, and subcortical white matter likely represents moderate to severe microangiopathic ischemic disease.
Low attenuating foci within the bilateral lentiform nuclei and right thalmus likely representslacunar infarcts.
No evidence for hemorrage, mass effect, or extra-axial fluid collection is seen.
So what the doctor told Jill in the E.R. is ....the old brain bleeds are now not allowing the brain to send the correct signals to his other organs so they can perform correctly.
He had 5cc's of blood in four seperate areas of his brain 6 or 7 years ago. That adds up to 20cc's.
No reason for those bleeds was indicated in the angio they did of his brain back then.
He had one massive headache.
A few months later he had a bleed in two different areas and the angio again failed to find a reason, but caused him to have a stroke on the table that left him unable to see and gradually his right eye vision came back and the left eye suffered alot of dead areas. Now he has cataracts. Fun,fun.
His hearing has been going South too. More fun,fun.
He's a fighter! In more ways than one if you get my drift. I shit you not!
Ex SIL from Hell went to S.Korea, not N.Korea Monday for 2 months and his wife will leave the 18th and stay 3 weeks. Erzi her 8 year old will stay with the neighbor Mrs.Williams again. Not my problem, but damn I feel bad for this child and wonder what is going on in his head.
To be truthful, if we lived in the same town I would have offered to keep him and send him off to school.
That's me in a nutshell..............................
Hubby is awake again and asked for his coffee. He's still dizzy like he was at 6 and is trying to stay sitting propped up in bed so he can drink his coffee when it cools down some.
He's voicing his concern about why he is feeling dizzy so often now. I told him I'm concerned about that too. I am.
Just took his BP. 144/81 pulse 76. Very good for him.
If I sound all over the place ...........well I AM! ;0)
Physically I am in good shape. My mind...............well that's up for debate! ;0)
Closing up the house and turning the A/C on is not enjoyable to me.
We were suppose to have a birthday party for grandson Ryan's wife Sarah tonight. Jill made the cake earlier this morning and brownies. She has since heard from her son Ryan that Sarah is very sick. She took the day off from work and is going to see her doctor. I can deal with no cookout if it comes to that. Haven't shopped for her gift yet either. Card and money is always good. :0)
That's All Folks!
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
D D Hoping to make this a Quickie
Long story short....by the time the next call came around oneish and I heard him calling my name and begging for help and then being asked if I wanted him to be rescuitated if his heart stopped beating I was in tears and making pitiful noises as I lay across my bed.
Then a lightbulb went off in my head. Call Michelle. She's his daughter by his first wife and would want to be with him too and has always told me to call her if something happens with him.
The nursing staff was so good to me. Thanked me for spending the night with him, gave me a pillow and blanket and some footsies for my cold feet. Towel and washcloth for the morning and ordered a breakfast tray to be brought to me in the morning.
His nurses remarked he was a different man in the morning. :0)
I got close to four hours sleep once I got home, but first I called his siblings to let them know he was back in the hospital and what had happened.
Once I find out what time he is being discharged , I will have to be shown by a nurse how to clean a Foley before we can leave.
I have told this story so much, I have forgot who all I told it to and just how much. Know I probably left things out, but the crisis is over. :0)
First they did a cat scan and the doctor told Jill he saw the worst case of Sinusitis he ever saw.
That was not the pain that hubby was complaining about though. His abdomen was killing him with pain.
The nurse suggested an ultra sound of his bladder and found he had retained a litre and a half of urine in his bladder. In the St.Petersburg V.A. it was 500 cc's he had retained. They put the Foley in to drain it. Now the question is. what is causing this to happen. Bladder or prostrate condition he has had for years.
They are making him an appt to see a urologist at the V.A. Will wear the Foley until the time the urologist decides it should be removed, which may be NEVER. Needs testing and camera up inside to his bladder.
They gave him some heavy duty stuff in his IV ( antibiotics ) for his Sinusitis and bladder.
His top number of his B/P was 198 around 8, but by ten it was 159. The doctors are going to look up his meds and see what needs to be changed if anything. I no sooner get my routine down and they change things on me. :0( Oh well.
He ate his breakfast ( well one hard boiled egg and cornflakes ). Drank his milk, tea and apple juice and could have come home late yesterday. Jill and I told his nurse Milke that we needed some sleep and he said no problem. Told us when they called to tell us he was being discharged to tell them no one could come for him until tomorrow. It's done all the time he told us and we grabbed at the chance. That's the line ( fib ) Jill fed them when they called here after 5p.m.yesterday. :0)
It's now after 8 a.m. Tuesday and I expect I will be getting that call to come get him soon.
Called my best friend in AK last night. Her hubby is showing the same symptoms and all day she has tried to get him to let her take him to the hospital. He is having no part of it. :0(
He has had a bad stroke that damaged his left side. Is unable to do alot for himself. Has had an enlarged prostrate for years too. Now he is not putting out much urine and is feverish.
MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hubby said to me yesterday, " if I hadn't have gone to the hospital, I would have died."
I agreed with him.
Okay...this is as short and sweet as it gets. ;0)
Busy day ahead of me.
Some of my frustrations yesterday included Tracie for not leaving here until after ten ( she was trying to unclog my jammed paper shredder, Logan ( whom put too much paper into it and caused the jam ), Randy ( that thinks the only thing I have on my mind is the flowers he gave me for Mothers Day that need to be planted), as well as at myself for not being able to find the time to do some uncluttering and organizing. sigh!
Thank you to all that read my diary and left words of comfort.
That's All Folks!
Then a lightbulb went off in my head. Call Michelle. She's his daughter by his first wife and would want to be with him too and has always told me to call her if something happens with him.
The nursing staff was so good to me. Thanked me for spending the night with him, gave me a pillow and blanket and some footsies for my cold feet. Towel and washcloth for the morning and ordered a breakfast tray to be brought to me in the morning.
His nurses remarked he was a different man in the morning. :0)
I got close to four hours sleep once I got home, but first I called his siblings to let them know he was back in the hospital and what had happened.
Once I find out what time he is being discharged , I will have to be shown by a nurse how to clean a Foley before we can leave.
I have told this story so much, I have forgot who all I told it to and just how much. Know I probably left things out, but the crisis is over. :0)
First they did a cat scan and the doctor told Jill he saw the worst case of Sinusitis he ever saw.
That was not the pain that hubby was complaining about though. His abdomen was killing him with pain.
The nurse suggested an ultra sound of his bladder and found he had retained a litre and a half of urine in his bladder. In the St.Petersburg V.A. it was 500 cc's he had retained. They put the Foley in to drain it. Now the question is. what is causing this to happen. Bladder or prostrate condition he has had for years.
They are making him an appt to see a urologist at the V.A. Will wear the Foley until the time the urologist decides it should be removed, which may be NEVER. Needs testing and camera up inside to his bladder.
They gave him some heavy duty stuff in his IV ( antibiotics ) for his Sinusitis and bladder.
His top number of his B/P was 198 around 8, but by ten it was 159. The doctors are going to look up his meds and see what needs to be changed if anything. I no sooner get my routine down and they change things on me. :0( Oh well.
He ate his breakfast ( well one hard boiled egg and cornflakes ). Drank his milk, tea and apple juice and could have come home late yesterday. Jill and I told his nurse Milke that we needed some sleep and he said no problem. Told us when they called to tell us he was being discharged to tell them no one could come for him until tomorrow. It's done all the time he told us and we grabbed at the chance. That's the line ( fib ) Jill fed them when they called here after 5p.m.yesterday. :0)
It's now after 8 a.m. Tuesday and I expect I will be getting that call to come get him soon.
Called my best friend in AK last night. Her hubby is showing the same symptoms and all day she has tried to get him to let her take him to the hospital. He is having no part of it. :0(
He has had a bad stroke that damaged his left side. Is unable to do alot for himself. Has had an enlarged prostrate for years too. Now he is not putting out much urine and is feverish.
MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hubby said to me yesterday, " if I hadn't have gone to the hospital, I would have died."
I agreed with him.
Okay...this is as short and sweet as it gets. ;0)
Busy day ahead of me.
Some of my frustrations yesterday included Tracie for not leaving here until after ten ( she was trying to unclog my jammed paper shredder, Logan ( whom put too much paper into it and caused the jam ), Randy ( that thinks the only thing I have on my mind is the flowers he gave me for Mothers Day that need to be planted), as well as at myself for not being able to find the time to do some uncluttering and organizing. sigh!
Thank you to all that read my diary and left words of comfort.
That's All Folks!
Monday, June 06, 2011
D D What's happening????/
Hubby was more or less fine all day. We went to the Outback with his son and his family around 2p.m. and he ate all of his meal and was in good spirits.
Once home he hit the bed ( as usual ) ( nothing out of the ordinary ) and fell asleep. for at least three hours.
Tracie came and went during that time.
I walked Cash around a few blocks while he slept and just before I got to the driveway Jill and her son pulled in.
They had just got done catering a cookout . The time was 4:30.
Sometime around 7 hubby began to complain that he was sick and kept asking me what we had in the medicine cabinet. Long story short, he kept getting more and more agitated. Could not get comfortable. Stood up, laid down, sat, wanted a cold cloth for his head, kept feeling like he was going to vomit, kept saying he was going to pass out, up, down. Groaning and moaning constantly.
I was going out of my mind with frustration trying to figure out what I could do.
Long story short....after he accused me of trying to get rid of him a few times when I suggested he go to the hospital he finally agreed. Jill dressed and we got him out to the car in his transport chair. All the while he is confused, asking things like " am I outside yet."
Logan was not home from his dads yet, so I stayed behind.
Her first call told me she was there and he was in the ER. Groaned and moaned all the way there.
She gave them his name and last four of his social security number and firmly told them to get him into a room NOW.
Second call she told me they put an IV in him. Did a CatScan and told her he has a severe case of sinutitus.
What else they did not know yet. Told her that would cause him to be agitated and confused. Put something for his nausea in the IV.
They said they were going to admit him.
Third call. They put a Foley in him. She told me to listen to him. OMG! He was delirious.
Wanted to lay down and she told him he was. " I am?" Wanted to stand to pee and she told him he had something to pee in. " I do?" Wanted to lay on his side and she explained the tubing wouldn't permit it. " I do" I don't feel the IV he says in a feeble way. She told him that was good. Was pleading and begging.
Why? Why? Why? I want to get up. Why can't I? All spoken in confusion and not understanding where he was and what was going on.
She told me he had been calling me. Ma.Ma. Ma. Over and over and it took three guys to hold im down when he tried to get off the gurney.
I feel like shit as I sit here at the computer. I'm a basket case. I shit you not!
What in the Hell could be going on with him?????
This just doesn't sound like it's only a severe case of sinutitis to my way of thinking.
It's midnight. I should have gone along with him. There was nothing I could have done except try to keep him calm. That's what they have asked Jill to do. It was my place to be by his side.
Just noticed I'm breathing through my mouth. Not going to be able to do him any good if I get myself worked up more than I am already.
Had to walk away and try to stop reliving this nightmare and woulda ,coulda, shoulda's.
It's almost one a.m. Haven't heard from Jill since that last call.
This is going to be a longggggggggggggggggg night. I shit you not!
It's now after noon time. Spent the night at the hospital. Hubby is resting comfortably now. They gave him Atavan and Halo???? and in less than a minute it knocked him out last night.
Going to grab some shut eye and will finish telling what transpired between one a.m. and now.. tomorrow.
That's All Folks!
Once home he hit the bed ( as usual ) ( nothing out of the ordinary ) and fell asleep. for at least three hours.
Tracie came and went during that time.
I walked Cash around a few blocks while he slept and just before I got to the driveway Jill and her son pulled in.
They had just got done catering a cookout . The time was 4:30.
Sometime around 7 hubby began to complain that he was sick and kept asking me what we had in the medicine cabinet. Long story short, he kept getting more and more agitated. Could not get comfortable. Stood up, laid down, sat, wanted a cold cloth for his head, kept feeling like he was going to vomit, kept saying he was going to pass out, up, down. Groaning and moaning constantly.
I was going out of my mind with frustration trying to figure out what I could do.
Long story short....after he accused me of trying to get rid of him a few times when I suggested he go to the hospital he finally agreed. Jill dressed and we got him out to the car in his transport chair. All the while he is confused, asking things like " am I outside yet."
Logan was not home from his dads yet, so I stayed behind.
Her first call told me she was there and he was in the ER. Groaned and moaned all the way there.
She gave them his name and last four of his social security number and firmly told them to get him into a room NOW.
Second call she told me they put an IV in him. Did a CatScan and told her he has a severe case of sinutitus.
What else they did not know yet. Told her that would cause him to be agitated and confused. Put something for his nausea in the IV.
They said they were going to admit him.
Third call. They put a Foley in him. She told me to listen to him. OMG! He was delirious.
Wanted to lay down and she told him he was. " I am?" Wanted to stand to pee and she told him he had something to pee in. " I do?" Wanted to lay on his side and she explained the tubing wouldn't permit it. " I do" I don't feel the IV he says in a feeble way. She told him that was good. Was pleading and begging.
Why? Why? Why? I want to get up. Why can't I? All spoken in confusion and not understanding where he was and what was going on.
She told me he had been calling me. Ma.Ma. Ma. Over and over and it took three guys to hold im down when he tried to get off the gurney.
I feel like shit as I sit here at the computer. I'm a basket case. I shit you not!
What in the Hell could be going on with him?????
This just doesn't sound like it's only a severe case of sinutitis to my way of thinking.
It's midnight. I should have gone along with him. There was nothing I could have done except try to keep him calm. That's what they have asked Jill to do. It was my place to be by his side.
Just noticed I'm breathing through my mouth. Not going to be able to do him any good if I get myself worked up more than I am already.
Had to walk away and try to stop reliving this nightmare and woulda ,coulda, shoulda's.
It's almost one a.m. Haven't heard from Jill since that last call.
This is going to be a longggggggggggggggggg night. I shit you not!
It's now after noon time. Spent the night at the hospital. Hubby is resting comfortably now. They gave him Atavan and Halo???? and in less than a minute it knocked him out last night.
Going to grab some shut eye and will finish telling what transpired between one a.m. and now.. tomorrow.
That's All Folks!
Sunday, June 05, 2011
D D Overwhelmed
best descibes me. I shit you not!
I can't seem to accomplish much of anything. :0(
Yesterday hubby's friend Van from one street over came and sat in our bedroom talking to him for a few hours. Left at noon.
He's been a good friend and he and his partner Lennie always stopped by every so often to check on him.
Lennie passed away last year. They had been together since as long as I can remember. Back to when my kids were little and going to the grade school up at the end of our street and probably even before then.
Nice guys. Lennie was a first cousin of one of the pilots that died on 911. Oganowski is/was the last name.
Then I made hubby pancakes and took my shower.
I'm a morning person and tend to fade in the afternoon. Taking stuff out of my closet and re-arranging it was the last thing I wanted to do .............so I didn't!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then came my son Randy.
He drove me nuts. I shit you not!
I had to walk away from him more than a few times. He's upset because he heard we were thinking of giving our trailer to hubby's daughter Michelle and her husband to use in their business. During the summer months they run a concession stand that they tow to various fairs and rent a motel room.
She has never voiced that she would like to have it to us, but she has to Jill.
There has been no decision made and here he is pissed that he could use it to enjoy himself.
Fuck me! There is only HIM. He lives on S.S.Disabilty which is barely enough to live on and he would be Up Shit Creek if one of his brothers didn't rent him his mobile home to live in at a decent price.
I wanted to climb fucking walls listening to his B.S. and told him so.
He could NOT afford a camp ground rate or the gas to tow it.
Then he began about Logan's friends coming and eating here and getting free sodas and snacks. Pointed to Kenny who stayed over last night and said that some days he stayed two nights in a row . Three meals a day, blah,blah,blah. Thank the Lord he does not have any children. I don't need his SHIT. Told him Logan does not get in trouble and I don't care who eats here.
I was jittery inside for hours after he left. I shit you not! Between him and hubby trying to explain to him what staples he needed for his heavy duty staple gun Like.......... it sounded like he wanted them ASAP. Frustrated I asked hubby what project he was beginning tonight, knowing full well.... NONE.
Home Sweet Home AKA Looney Bin. I shit you not!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then the mail came with a letter from the V.A.Hospital saying hubby has tested positive for MRSA.
I'm trying to read the letter in it's entirety and Randy is still off on his tangent. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Had to move inside to the computer to see if I could understand just what all it implies and still have not digested what I have read. I did get....it's contagious. I could get it. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bill containing the figure of the 20% balance of my surgery didn't upset me as much.
Just the use alone of the operating room was over 15K. WTF????????
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then came Tracie.
Knew it was time to head for Dodge when hubby began to groan. She asked me if I wanted to take a ride to see where the W.W.Meetings were held and I ran at the chance even though I had an idea where it was.
Then she wanted to shop on the way back to the house for capris and I tagged along. Wasn't hard to do as I wanted to stay away from the house as long as I felt it was safe and bring hubby the steak bomb he asked me for yesterday home for his supper. He has not had one of these in years . That's what he gets for self diagnosing himself. Tracie bought herself a sub and my tongue was hanging out. :0)
Once home I made a salad and had a 5 Point SmartOnes frozen dinner while they devoured their subs.
These temptations are PAINFUL to pass up, but I can't give up. I wasn't happy with myself at the weight I was and I have more to loose. I want to see a waist when I look in the mirror. I do! I do!
Cash was.....................just being a puppy. Had to chase him all over the house. Was tearing up puppy pee pads that are in front of the doors, grabbing anything he could find and running off with them. OH...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand some critter has been digging in my flower beds. CASH!
I fear I will take a fall from him being under foot constantly. :0( Something tells me that this pup is going to be a hand full.
Shit...Shit....Shit....Shit,Shit. Grabbed a bag of popcorn up above the stove and nuked it. Five haandfuls into it I thought to myself..this is damned good. Looked at the bag and it was Orville Redenbacher's., not my Jolly Time W.W.Point friendly :0(
Could not put it down. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was disgusted with myself, but apparently not enough to have not eaten that popcorn. :0(
It's a new day. :0)
Began to write in my diary last night while things were still fresh in my memory.
Our son by hubby's first wife Michael will be here today from N.H. with his wife Sally and their 12 and 15 year olds Erinn and James ( 2 of our 19 grands ) to visit. It was the day before Christmas when we last saw them.
OH...and they asked if they could bring their dog. They got their FIRST dog from a shelter that took in animals from Hurricane Katrina. This ought to be FUN. They said their dog is well behaved. On the other hand Cash is NOT and Lady and Ginger want NO PART of vistors of their own species.
As for the trial of Casey Anthony that I claimed for three years I would not be missing one part of....................ain't happening. sigh!
Thankfully KFTV records each days goings on in the court and I can try to catch up.
The key word here is TRY.
Did a little investigative work yesterday. Searched out judges in Jackson,MS.
Found Charles Robert MacRae ( Chuck ) that now works for a law firm.
This is the man that is paying the ex SIL from Hell's plane fare to N.Korea to take a course to hasten his graduation for law school date. Which by the way he leaves for Monday. Arrived here last night as did his wife Julie from Jackson,MS. Whether she is leaving for N.Korea on the same flight, I know not of.
Wonder if " Chuck " knows that Julie makes over 80K and the ex SIL from Hell is a dead beat dad. Not to mention...two time convicted felon. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Just relayed the "Chuck" thing to Jill. It's not Gil that "Chuck" is paying the plane fare for. It's Julie. 2K for this trip. His fare must be included in what he will owe in student loans once he graduates.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand she is losing her job as of the 18th. She has been given her notice and was warned repeatedly about taking so much time off from her salaried job.
Where the F is this broad's head????????????? She is going to collect unemployment and someone she works with is going to start up their own business and hire her down the road as related to Jill by her 20 year old son Gil III .
As I just said, " Where the F is this broad's head?"
Hubby is still asleep. 7:30 a.m. Gave him his meds at 6.
Butch aka Whine Bucket is here AGAIN. What doesn't he get when she tells him she doesn't love him and doesn't want him to come to the house. Brain Dead. I shit you not!
Cash just grabbed the puppy pee pad and took off with it.
That's All Folks!
I can't seem to accomplish much of anything. :0(
Yesterday hubby's friend Van from one street over came and sat in our bedroom talking to him for a few hours. Left at noon.
He's been a good friend and he and his partner Lennie always stopped by every so often to check on him.
Lennie passed away last year. They had been together since as long as I can remember. Back to when my kids were little and going to the grade school up at the end of our street and probably even before then.
Nice guys. Lennie was a first cousin of one of the pilots that died on 911. Oganowski is/was the last name.
Then I made hubby pancakes and took my shower.
I'm a morning person and tend to fade in the afternoon. Taking stuff out of my closet and re-arranging it was the last thing I wanted to do .............so I didn't!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then came my son Randy.
He drove me nuts. I shit you not!
I had to walk away from him more than a few times. He's upset because he heard we were thinking of giving our trailer to hubby's daughter Michelle and her husband to use in their business. During the summer months they run a concession stand that they tow to various fairs and rent a motel room.
She has never voiced that she would like to have it to us, but she has to Jill.
There has been no decision made and here he is pissed that he could use it to enjoy himself.
Fuck me! There is only HIM. He lives on S.S.Disabilty which is barely enough to live on and he would be Up Shit Creek if one of his brothers didn't rent him his mobile home to live in at a decent price.
I wanted to climb fucking walls listening to his B.S. and told him so.
He could NOT afford a camp ground rate or the gas to tow it.
Then he began about Logan's friends coming and eating here and getting free sodas and snacks. Pointed to Kenny who stayed over last night and said that some days he stayed two nights in a row . Three meals a day, blah,blah,blah. Thank the Lord he does not have any children. I don't need his SHIT. Told him Logan does not get in trouble and I don't care who eats here.
I was jittery inside for hours after he left. I shit you not! Between him and hubby trying to explain to him what staples he needed for his heavy duty staple gun Like.......... it sounded like he wanted them ASAP. Frustrated I asked hubby what project he was beginning tonight, knowing full well.... NONE.
Home Sweet Home AKA Looney Bin. I shit you not!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then the mail came with a letter from the V.A.Hospital saying hubby has tested positive for MRSA.
I'm trying to read the letter in it's entirety and Randy is still off on his tangent. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Had to move inside to the computer to see if I could understand just what all it implies and still have not digested what I have read. I did get....it's contagious. I could get it. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bill containing the figure of the 20% balance of my surgery didn't upset me as much.
Just the use alone of the operating room was over 15K. WTF????????
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then came Tracie.
Knew it was time to head for Dodge when hubby began to groan. She asked me if I wanted to take a ride to see where the W.W.Meetings were held and I ran at the chance even though I had an idea where it was.
Then she wanted to shop on the way back to the house for capris and I tagged along. Wasn't hard to do as I wanted to stay away from the house as long as I felt it was safe and bring hubby the steak bomb he asked me for yesterday home for his supper. He has not had one of these in years . That's what he gets for self diagnosing himself. Tracie bought herself a sub and my tongue was hanging out. :0)
Once home I made a salad and had a 5 Point SmartOnes frozen dinner while they devoured their subs.
These temptations are PAINFUL to pass up, but I can't give up. I wasn't happy with myself at the weight I was and I have more to loose. I want to see a waist when I look in the mirror. I do! I do!
Cash was.....................just being a puppy. Had to chase him all over the house. Was tearing up puppy pee pads that are in front of the doors, grabbing anything he could find and running off with them. OH...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand some critter has been digging in my flower beds. CASH!
I fear I will take a fall from him being under foot constantly. :0( Something tells me that this pup is going to be a hand full.
Shit...Shit....Shit....Shit,Shit. Grabbed a bag of popcorn up above the stove and nuked it. Five haandfuls into it I thought to myself..this is damned good. Looked at the bag and it was Orville Redenbacher's., not my Jolly Time W.W.Point friendly :0(
Could not put it down. sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was disgusted with myself, but apparently not enough to have not eaten that popcorn. :0(
It's a new day. :0)
Began to write in my diary last night while things were still fresh in my memory.
Our son by hubby's first wife Michael will be here today from N.H. with his wife Sally and their 12 and 15 year olds Erinn and James ( 2 of our 19 grands ) to visit. It was the day before Christmas when we last saw them.
OH...and they asked if they could bring their dog. They got their FIRST dog from a shelter that took in animals from Hurricane Katrina. This ought to be FUN. They said their dog is well behaved. On the other hand Cash is NOT and Lady and Ginger want NO PART of vistors of their own species.
As for the trial of Casey Anthony that I claimed for three years I would not be missing one part of....................ain't happening. sigh!
Thankfully KFTV records each days goings on in the court and I can try to catch up.
The key word here is TRY.
Did a little investigative work yesterday. Searched out judges in Jackson,MS.
Found Charles Robert MacRae ( Chuck ) that now works for a law firm.
This is the man that is paying the ex SIL from Hell's plane fare to N.Korea to take a course to hasten his graduation for law school date. Which by the way he leaves for Monday. Arrived here last night as did his wife Julie from Jackson,MS. Whether she is leaving for N.Korea on the same flight, I know not of.
Wonder if " Chuck " knows that Julie makes over 80K and the ex SIL from Hell is a dead beat dad. Not to mention...two time convicted felon. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Just relayed the "Chuck" thing to Jill. It's not Gil that "Chuck" is paying the plane fare for. It's Julie. 2K for this trip. His fare must be included in what he will owe in student loans once he graduates.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand she is losing her job as of the 18th. She has been given her notice and was warned repeatedly about taking so much time off from her salaried job.
Where the F is this broad's head????????????? She is going to collect unemployment and someone she works with is going to start up their own business and hire her down the road as related to Jill by her 20 year old son Gil III .
As I just said, " Where the F is this broad's head?"
Hubby is still asleep. 7:30 a.m. Gave him his meds at 6.
Butch aka Whine Bucket is here AGAIN. What doesn't he get when she tells him she doesn't love him and doesn't want him to come to the house. Brain Dead. I shit you not!
Cash just grabbed the puppy pee pad and took off with it.
That's All Folks!
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