While I have the highest respect for nurses aides and the job that nurses aides do for so little pay...they don't clean hubby's "bung hole" good and he cries, it burns, it's burns, why am I burning down there? Yesterday, I left to go get MY OWN ass salve...a mixture of 50/50 Desitin and Balmex , but before I left, I let them know that he needed cleaning again. Came back and it looked like he was sleeping so i sat quietly in a chair. I'm almost dozing off and I hear, "ma, are you there?" Told him I was. A few minutes later, he asked again. Noticed he had tears slilently running down his face. Managed to get him over in the bed and climbed in beside him. Held him and had myself a good ( needed ) cry/cries. Supper came....he didn't want it. I understand that he didn't like/want his breakfast...same with dinner, but I was there and went to the kitchen for PB and jelly. For supper he agreed to an ice cream cup.
When i arrived at noon I inquired about his pain med to his nurse. She told me that when she asked him at 8:30 a.m. he told her he was not in pain. I don't know how these nurses ask THIS of patients, but knowing my own husband he gets confused with the wording some people use. I learned that AGAIN he is PRN, instead of scheduled. Got the same line of shit about how potent oxycodone 5 efffin miligrams is and blah,blah,blah. Builds up...causes confusion...yadda,yadda,yadda.
TODAY....I am letting it be known that I rather have him confused than AWARE of what he is going through. My expectations of him being able to do what he did a month ago....is NOT going to happen! He will not be able to toilet himself. He will not be able to walk with his walker to get into the tub to shower....THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL!
Also... I want the resisuitate thing changed to DO NOT RESISUITATE! THIS ISN'T LIVING. I don't care if his B/P and heart are good and strong. This is NO LIFE! He has no desire to look at a paper, watch tv....
I laid in bed with him a couple of hours. Knew he peed himself around seven , but snuggled his back and waited til 8 to ask them to change and ready him for the night. He was given a pain med at 5:30 and while the burning from his knees down subsided by then ,it did not leave. He has a new pain from both buttocks down the back of his legs to the back of his knees and his spine hurts. P.T. worked with him a short while before lunch. Made him sit in his chair and finally.... one told me I could push him around the halls, etc. if I wanted to. I did...did he enjoy it??? Would rather have been in bed. Two thirty they (PT) decided he could get back in bed. Of course...he can't do that on his own any more.
I love my husband more than even I realized.
Went back to peek in on him at ten p.m. He was sound asleep and looked comfortable. The aide put the cream I handed her on his butt hole at 8p.m. . :0) I was ready to do it when she removed his diaper and wiped him down, she said, "do you want me to do it?" I handed it over to her.
There are other things going on ....my son Randy called to tell me the police were at his door and he didn't answer it. Took pics of his truck, his girlfriends jeep and a few things in the yard. He hasn't been being a GOOD BOY, (he admits.). I depend on him so much to do things to this house and yard for me.sighhhhhh MY HEART IS HEAVY WITH DREAD. It will break my heart to see him imprisoned AGAIN. He has not seemed to learn..."thou shall not steal."
All you animal lovers out there,,,forgive me....I am taking the hose to the Mallard ducks that swim in my pool and scaring them off. Duck shit ....can't be healthy , nor is it pretty to look at when you want to swim. I never in my life would have thought I'd stop offering them a swimming hole...BUT!
Seven thrity a.m. Showering and heading to the nursing home.
(((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
I AM WOMAN! Hear me ROAR! February 2012
WARNING !! Not for those with a short attention span. ; 0 )
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
D D I want off this rollercoaster ride
UP....DOWN!
Much has happened, but I need to say as much as I can in less time.
Hubby was discharged yesterday to the rest home/rehab in our town. UP! No more rollercoaster winding highway drive for me after yesterday.
Arrived there between 5 and 6 p.m. I had taken most of his things home with me and brought those along with his heavy wheelchair to the facility just before six p.m. He was all upset. The condom cath had come off in the ambulance and he was soaked in piss. He could hear the EMT's laughing and thought it was at him. He was NOW in a johnny and cleaned up, but was still upset at his ordeal.
Daughter Michelle came.... by then...I had most of the intake paperwork done ...there was talk about putting a Foley in him and he just heard the word Foley "CATH" and was more than upset. Don't let them hyrt me any more. Between the two of us we thought /think we made him understand that THIS IS THE FRIENDLY CATH. I leave to get groceries and then come back. Michelle was staying til 8p.m.
I came back and .........right here I want to say...IF YOU HAVE NO ONE TO ADVOCATE FOR YOU...YOU ARE FUCKED! There's no shitting you.
He had not been given any meds.....tears , begging, I don't want to die, he says. His pain was unbearable to him. i head straight to the nurses station where I am told....somehow, someway...there are NO meds for him. Nursing director made the call to the pharmacy???think that's where the call went to and they had not heard back/got them/whatever the fuck... and NOW it's minutes before ten p.m. Which means...he got one pain med at the V.A. on request at noon. I was ready to pick him up off that bed and cart his ass out of there. Take him home, give him his pain meds I have here and whatever is...WILL BE! Instead, I told her, the nurse , there was no way he was going without a pain med all night. Told her I was going home and getting my 6 ft something grandson and coming back.
It is here that I will add....Jill was home watching Gavin until sevenish...so I told her I would do the grocery order. She called me after Gavin was picked up and told me she was going to just go buy some lunch meats her kids like. When I came home here after grocery shopping to put them away....NO JILL. Long story short.....she found her way to the VFW after she bought the fucking lunch meat and GOT LOST! She arrived home minutes before I came back to get Gil and she was SHIT FACED! Insisted she was going with us. She reeked of booze. :0(
Of course...why did I even think she might stay home last night. Idiot that I am thought that maybe because Logan came home after being at his dads a week, she would want to stay around for him. Butch worked his 24 hour shift at the fire station and that is an invitation to her that she needs to go out and get sloshed.
So...upon arriving back at the rest home, I was greeted by the nurse who told me that she GOT and GAVE hubby his meds. Drama Queen Jill sat on his bed massaging his sinus' as they were all blocked/stuffed up after crying so much. Gil kept telling her to stop talking to him, so that he could fall asleep. I SECONDED IT! She would raise a finger every once in awhile ( one or two minutes more signal) and talk to him. We are like ...let's all stop talking so he can fall asleep. Gil convinced her to leave in her car with him and Tracie and I remained just a short time more. He fell asleep at 11 p.m. Walking past the nurses station I was told that they didn't put the Foley in yet , but were. I told her to let him sleep..."oh yes, we will let him sleep", she says. I'm thinking...you are bullshitting me. I just got that feeling. My gut tells me...she lied to me. He had already shit himself three times earlier after arriving there and even doing THAT... he was in much pain. All the gases in him were creating severe cramping pain. Been there...know it's NO FUN! I shit you not!
Back home....I watched Jill make herself another rum and coke....GAG ME....got my bed clothes on, turned on my tv and sleep came...WHEN, I don't know. Five a.m. found me AWAKE. It's seven now. Will get my shower and head down the street ( two miles :0) ), maybe less) and see how hubby is this morning.
(((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Much has happened, but I need to say as much as I can in less time.
Hubby was discharged yesterday to the rest home/rehab in our town. UP! No more rollercoaster winding highway drive for me after yesterday.
Arrived there between 5 and 6 p.m. I had taken most of his things home with me and brought those along with his heavy wheelchair to the facility just before six p.m. He was all upset. The condom cath had come off in the ambulance and he was soaked in piss. He could hear the EMT's laughing and thought it was at him. He was NOW in a johnny and cleaned up, but was still upset at his ordeal.
Daughter Michelle came.... by then...I had most of the intake paperwork done ...there was talk about putting a Foley in him and he just heard the word Foley "CATH" and was more than upset. Don't let them hyrt me any more. Between the two of us we thought /think we made him understand that THIS IS THE FRIENDLY CATH. I leave to get groceries and then come back. Michelle was staying til 8p.m.
I came back and .........right here I want to say...IF YOU HAVE NO ONE TO ADVOCATE FOR YOU...YOU ARE FUCKED! There's no shitting you.
He had not been given any meds.....tears , begging, I don't want to die, he says. His pain was unbearable to him. i head straight to the nurses station where I am told....somehow, someway...there are NO meds for him. Nursing director made the call to the pharmacy???think that's where the call went to and they had not heard back/got them/whatever the fuck... and NOW it's minutes before ten p.m. Which means...he got one pain med at the V.A. on request at noon. I was ready to pick him up off that bed and cart his ass out of there. Take him home, give him his pain meds I have here and whatever is...WILL BE! Instead, I told her, the nurse , there was no way he was going without a pain med all night. Told her I was going home and getting my 6 ft something grandson and coming back.
It is here that I will add....Jill was home watching Gavin until sevenish...so I told her I would do the grocery order. She called me after Gavin was picked up and told me she was going to just go buy some lunch meats her kids like. When I came home here after grocery shopping to put them away....NO JILL. Long story short.....she found her way to the VFW after she bought the fucking lunch meat and GOT LOST! She arrived home minutes before I came back to get Gil and she was SHIT FACED! Insisted she was going with us. She reeked of booze. :0(
Of course...why did I even think she might stay home last night. Idiot that I am thought that maybe because Logan came home after being at his dads a week, she would want to stay around for him. Butch worked his 24 hour shift at the fire station and that is an invitation to her that she needs to go out and get sloshed.
So...upon arriving back at the rest home, I was greeted by the nurse who told me that she GOT and GAVE hubby his meds. Drama Queen Jill sat on his bed massaging his sinus' as they were all blocked/stuffed up after crying so much. Gil kept telling her to stop talking to him, so that he could fall asleep. I SECONDED IT! She would raise a finger every once in awhile ( one or two minutes more signal) and talk to him. We are like ...let's all stop talking so he can fall asleep. Gil convinced her to leave in her car with him and Tracie and I remained just a short time more. He fell asleep at 11 p.m. Walking past the nurses station I was told that they didn't put the Foley in yet , but were. I told her to let him sleep..."oh yes, we will let him sleep", she says. I'm thinking...you are bullshitting me. I just got that feeling. My gut tells me...she lied to me. He had already shit himself three times earlier after arriving there and even doing THAT... he was in much pain. All the gases in him were creating severe cramping pain. Been there...know it's NO FUN! I shit you not!
Back home....I watched Jill make herself another rum and coke....GAG ME....got my bed clothes on, turned on my tv and sleep came...WHEN, I don't know. Five a.m. found me AWAKE. It's seven now. Will get my shower and head down the street ( two miles :0) ), maybe less) and see how hubby is this morning.
(((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
D D It's NOT BEEN a good two days for me. I shit you not!
It's taking all my reserve to see and hear him suffering.
Last night whomever I spoke to on the phone told me he refused his pain med. Now how can that be????? His pain med is PRN. THAT MEANS...he has to ask for it. He begs for it and doesn't get it!!! He waited over two hours for something for nausea yesterday. I WAS WITNESS TO THAT! Then again today he begged to get out of the wheelchair they had him in and get into bed...oh no no no...Can't do that. You need to stay up. They had him in a wheelchair WITHOUT a belt. I told them they were making a BIG MISTAKE as he has fallen out of his own. At least they had a pillow under his boney ass yesterday. TODAY he had NOTHING and was complaining that his ass was killing him. One hour of listening to that and I went down to my car to get his air cushion. Came back up to his room and he was about to slide onto the floor. WITH THAT I yelled loud and clear, "I should have waited 10 more minutes and you would have been on the floor. Three people came running and got him into bed. Immediately he fell asleep. Now mind you...I got there at 10 a.m. and AGAIN he was complaining of nausea. It was 1pm. before he was given Zantac. Once again his doctor does not want to give him what he had been taking for nausea as it makes or could make you sleepy. I never saw him fall asleep after he took it, but....I'll take their word for it. I spoke to his doctor about a Foley being inserted AGAIN and again was given the cons....his condom cath came off three times yesterday...which meant being tormented again. One bitchy nurse was quick to say that he takes it off...it doesn't fall off. I questioned him about it and he told me he does it in his sleep as he has burning and itching down there. Complained of it after he ate a few bites of lunch....I know where they keep it, but did the right thing and asked someone to apply it. Bitchy nurse said she put the anti fungal powder on him after she washed him up around nine after he pulled it off and urinated himself and the bed. I looked at her and said..." there's a limit on how often he can have this applied?" Oh yeah, she says...twice a day. I told her I had that at home...he had been given it during and after another hospitalization there and it had NO LIMIT written on it. I went to the social workers office and told her to have him put in a rest home...the sooner the better, so that he could die faster. He's fucking miserable.... they ...having to do their stuff to him makes him more miserable...so let's speed his dimise up. Like yesterday, I again told her that our dogs were treated better and today I used the word FUCK!
He barely eats...doesn't want to watch tv and doesn't want to read the newspaper. I told her if he comes home...I will not make him sit in a chair. If he wants to sleep...he will sleep.
This fucking thirty mile one way drive...is taking it's toll on me. So is listening to his pleading for them to not hurt him. His doctor did tell me yesterday that after viewing his head scan (old brain bleeds)....he has dementia and he is unable to control his inhibitions,ie; my daughter thing. He told me his father used to pull his penis out of his pants and play with it in public. So....that did clear up things in my head somewhat. Just days ago he told me he(doctor) had cut his Gabapentin down from 600 to 300 3xs a day. Yesterday I told him about how a year ago they took everything away and how he had withdrawlas and I was told no no no. Can't be!Told him I looked on the computer and yes yes yes. CAN and WILL! Get this! Today he tells me...he only cut his Gabapentin down to 500 ....cause he was to be weened off slowly. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... was it something I SAID! Why the change in his story?
SO! Supposedly he has too much Gabapentin and Oxycodone in his system and once they get the level down....he will be more alert and stay awake more. Personally...I DON'T THINK SO. I shit you not!
Bitchy nurse made sure before I left to talk down to me about not gowning and gloving up. You who...the three employees that rushed to save him from falling out of his wheelchair...didn't either. Besides....they don't become me. ;0)
Another Monday night has passed that I pass out watching The Bachelorette and miss the show. One minute I'm awake...the next...lights out.
(((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Last night whomever I spoke to on the phone told me he refused his pain med. Now how can that be????? His pain med is PRN. THAT MEANS...he has to ask for it. He begs for it and doesn't get it!!! He waited over two hours for something for nausea yesterday. I WAS WITNESS TO THAT! Then again today he begged to get out of the wheelchair they had him in and get into bed...oh no no no...Can't do that. You need to stay up. They had him in a wheelchair WITHOUT a belt. I told them they were making a BIG MISTAKE as he has fallen out of his own. At least they had a pillow under his boney ass yesterday. TODAY he had NOTHING and was complaining that his ass was killing him. One hour of listening to that and I went down to my car to get his air cushion. Came back up to his room and he was about to slide onto the floor. WITH THAT I yelled loud and clear, "I should have waited 10 more minutes and you would have been on the floor. Three people came running and got him into bed. Immediately he fell asleep. Now mind you...I got there at 10 a.m. and AGAIN he was complaining of nausea. It was 1pm. before he was given Zantac. Once again his doctor does not want to give him what he had been taking for nausea as it makes or could make you sleepy. I never saw him fall asleep after he took it, but....I'll take their word for it. I spoke to his doctor about a Foley being inserted AGAIN and again was given the cons....his condom cath came off three times yesterday...which meant being tormented again. One bitchy nurse was quick to say that he takes it off...it doesn't fall off. I questioned him about it and he told me he does it in his sleep as he has burning and itching down there. Complained of it after he ate a few bites of lunch....I know where they keep it, but did the right thing and asked someone to apply it. Bitchy nurse said she put the anti fungal powder on him after she washed him up around nine after he pulled it off and urinated himself and the bed. I looked at her and said..." there's a limit on how often he can have this applied?" Oh yeah, she says...twice a day. I told her I had that at home...he had been given it during and after another hospitalization there and it had NO LIMIT written on it. I went to the social workers office and told her to have him put in a rest home...the sooner the better, so that he could die faster. He's fucking miserable.... they ...having to do their stuff to him makes him more miserable...so let's speed his dimise up. Like yesterday, I again told her that our dogs were treated better and today I used the word FUCK!
He barely eats...doesn't want to watch tv and doesn't want to read the newspaper. I told her if he comes home...I will not make him sit in a chair. If he wants to sleep...he will sleep.
This fucking thirty mile one way drive...is taking it's toll on me. So is listening to his pleading for them to not hurt him. His doctor did tell me yesterday that after viewing his head scan (old brain bleeds)....he has dementia and he is unable to control his inhibitions,ie; my daughter thing. He told me his father used to pull his penis out of his pants and play with it in public. So....that did clear up things in my head somewhat. Just days ago he told me he(doctor) had cut his Gabapentin down from 600 to 300 3xs a day. Yesterday I told him about how a year ago they took everything away and how he had withdrawlas and I was told no no no. Can't be!Told him I looked on the computer and yes yes yes. CAN and WILL! Get this! Today he tells me...he only cut his Gabapentin down to 500 ....cause he was to be weened off slowly. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... was it something I SAID! Why the change in his story?
SO! Supposedly he has too much Gabapentin and Oxycodone in his system and once they get the level down....he will be more alert and stay awake more. Personally...I DON'T THINK SO. I shit you not!
Bitchy nurse made sure before I left to talk down to me about not gowning and gloving up. You who...the three employees that rushed to save him from falling out of his wheelchair...didn't either. Besides....they don't become me. ;0)
Another Monday night has passed that I pass out watching The Bachelorette and miss the show. One minute I'm awake...the next...lights out.
(((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Sunday, July 08, 2012
D D Insanity!
All the HELP his dad promised him IF HE JUST SAID THE WORDS, I want HELP, were bullshit.
NOW he says ( one day later ) that he doesn't have the connections that he once had. His wife Julie works in that field and Friday she told Jill, call this # at 9 a.m. Saturday and tell so and so that you know mw and yadda,yadda,yadda. Well efffin so and so was not in yesterday. Nor was the second name thrown out there.( Remember the 6 months treatement program somewhere in FLthat he could get him). Yeah ....more of his bullshit.
Jill had work catering a wedding and SIL Joe had him work a cookout with him. Jill's job was suppose to end at 6 and Gil was dropped off home here around 5 in the company van. Butchie was here ....waiting for her to get off work. SHE calls me and asked if Gil got home alright and I mentioned Butchie was here. Pissed her off....sounded it. WHY??? Generally one would think, isn't that nice, he can't wait to see me. NOT HER. I had been to the hospital ( 2 hours visiting and close to an hour each way), (the pain hubby has in his legs ....isn't pretty to see ) ( I need to speak with Dr.Foo!!!) Was procrastinating about going to Kohls and picking up the shirt Michelle she saw on Jill (Marilyn Monroe) for her daughter who adores Marilyn.and choosing a place to eat supper. As I'm shopping my cell phone rings....Gil asking me when mom was suppose to be through work. Know that Butch put him up to making that call. (It was 6:20 then.) Seven thirty found me getting into my car ( still making my choice of where to go eat ) and Jill calls me. "Come sit with me at the V mom"....she was well on her way to being sloshed. She agreed to go eat with me (Chinese takeout) if I came there. Found her at one of the tables ( place was fairly empty) with the barmaid who grew up aound the corner and a face I hadn't seen in years who's parents were social friends of ours way,way,back. The oldest of eight, Dom is 63 now. Somehow the subject got on how when his mom died ( Dom said his dad was a mean bastard to his mom ) he connected with an old flame from highschool and took her on cruises and here there and everywhere. Sold his house and moved to FL and blah,blah. He can't stand the woman. Personally I think he resents her because she got what his mother never did.
Then Jill begins with...you aren't selling the house on me mom and leaving me no place to live and, and, and.....all teary and begging and no matter how many times I told her that I had NINE KIDS....it was like talking to the wall. (I didn't drink even a soda there ), it's 8:45 and I want to leave to be able to call the hospital and say goodnight. Out of her mouth , "It's that late...I haven't taken my 7p.m. meds yet" , so she gets them from her purse and takes them with her rum and coke. She decides....she will go get our food.(She went drinking on an EMPTY STOMACH!) No talking her out of it. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...so I left.
Home...I call hubby and he was having a miserable, miserable time. The pain was BAD in his legs. Told him to ring the buzzer for the nurse as at 9 p.m. he gets a pain med and it WAS NINE.. He did and not only was it time for his pain med, but time to catheter as well . Removing the condom cath was severely painful. Hairs caught in the tape. For one hour I listened to his cries. His groin area is chafed and burning. His ass hurts. AFTER the damned tape was finally all off, the cath itself was uncomfortable (but bearable) being moved was something else!!! Pain,pain and more pain. FINALLY he was propped and positioned to sleep. The male nurse was very good to him... but that doesn't help the pain he suffered through. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My cell phone rings....it was Jill. Butchie did something to my car and it won't start, she's screaming.
I had lost track of the time...it was almost ten. Gave Gil my car keys to go get her. He came back telling me there would be no Chinese food tonight. Mom fell down in the driveway. Butchie was out there and they were having a shouting match. He told her he never touched her car. She was punching me on the ride home. I had a hellofa job getting her into the car....and so on. THEN he tells me that the car started right up for him. She must not have turned the key far enough .....I'm thinking....someone was watching over her and whomever else who was on the roads. sighhhhhhhhhhh Butchie had taken off...he had his daughter Alex with him ( she didn't need to witness THAT SCENE!) Gil placed the Chinese food order, I drove him to her car and then he went on and got our food. Engine roared as soon as he turned the key. ( There is NO WAY that Butch could get under her car hood.) Watch....today she STILL WILL insist he did something to the car. sighhhhhhhhhh
SOON...I will tell her that she shouldn't be worrying about me selling this house cause the way she is going, she is going to die FIRST. She won't need a house and I do have empty graves still. sighhhhhhhh
Hubby heard some of the commotion with Gil all excited and talking to me and asked what was wrong. I'm saying...nothing. Gil and I was just talking ....being real cool and calm about it.
IT'S INSANITY! I shit you not!
She works today again beginning at 10:30. . It's 7:20 a.m. She woke up maybe 20 minutes ago and is washing up some dishes and pans that Gil used during the day yesterday. A typical morning.....like many others. Her getting drunk is getting to be typical too. sighhhhhhhhhhh
I'll be calling hubby at 8 a.m. Think that's when the LINES open up. Michelle will be going up to see him today and I SHOULD. Maybe I'll drive with her. It was after midnight when i got into bed and woke at 5:30 with leg pains and needing to pee. Laid down awhile longer....if I dozed off, I don't remember.
Diane ( the barmaid ) told Dom, "this classy lady began coming into the bar a few months ago to relieve her stress of caring for her husband and to get a break."
IF she only knew....the real reason. :0(
I was HURT and PISSED ....very HURT and PISSED back then. IF the right man had of come along.......well , this classy lady would have been not so classy.
I'm past the PISSED now. HURT...still! Not looking....but if the right guy catches me in a weak moment....
At home Jill asked me if I really knew Dom. Told her, I sure did. He was just a teenager back then. Asked her if she remembered two of the people that worked in her ex's parents store. I told her, THOSE TWO are his sisters. Guess she never heard his last name at the bar...or I'm sure the name would have triggered her to ask him if he was related to them. Then again...the state she was in....maybe not. sighhhhh
SO....what's the Game Plan now for Gil. ????? I need to go ask her and make another cup of coffee. BRB
Monday he has to call that same place and if one of them is there he has to tell this Joe or Soupy person that he NEEDS HELP and see what they have to offer him.
I'm not being a good blogger friend as of late and to those of you...I apologize. (((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
NOW he says ( one day later ) that he doesn't have the connections that he once had. His wife Julie works in that field and Friday she told Jill, call this # at 9 a.m. Saturday and tell so and so that you know mw and yadda,yadda,yadda. Well efffin so and so was not in yesterday. Nor was the second name thrown out there.( Remember the 6 months treatement program somewhere in FLthat he could get him). Yeah ....more of his bullshit.
Jill had work catering a wedding and SIL Joe had him work a cookout with him. Jill's job was suppose to end at 6 and Gil was dropped off home here around 5 in the company van. Butchie was here ....waiting for her to get off work. SHE calls me and asked if Gil got home alright and I mentioned Butchie was here. Pissed her off....sounded it. WHY??? Generally one would think, isn't that nice, he can't wait to see me. NOT HER. I had been to the hospital ( 2 hours visiting and close to an hour each way), (the pain hubby has in his legs ....isn't pretty to see ) ( I need to speak with Dr.Foo!!!) Was procrastinating about going to Kohls and picking up the shirt Michelle she saw on Jill (Marilyn Monroe) for her daughter who adores Marilyn.and choosing a place to eat supper. As I'm shopping my cell phone rings....Gil asking me when mom was suppose to be through work. Know that Butch put him up to making that call. (It was 6:20 then.) Seven thirty found me getting into my car ( still making my choice of where to go eat ) and Jill calls me. "Come sit with me at the V mom"....she was well on her way to being sloshed. She agreed to go eat with me (Chinese takeout) if I came there. Found her at one of the tables ( place was fairly empty) with the barmaid who grew up aound the corner and a face I hadn't seen in years who's parents were social friends of ours way,way,back. The oldest of eight, Dom is 63 now. Somehow the subject got on how when his mom died ( Dom said his dad was a mean bastard to his mom ) he connected with an old flame from highschool and took her on cruises and here there and everywhere. Sold his house and moved to FL and blah,blah. He can't stand the woman. Personally I think he resents her because she got what his mother never did.
Then Jill begins with...you aren't selling the house on me mom and leaving me no place to live and, and, and.....all teary and begging and no matter how many times I told her that I had NINE KIDS....it was like talking to the wall. (I didn't drink even a soda there ), it's 8:45 and I want to leave to be able to call the hospital and say goodnight. Out of her mouth , "It's that late...I haven't taken my 7p.m. meds yet" , so she gets them from her purse and takes them with her rum and coke. She decides....she will go get our food.(She went drinking on an EMPTY STOMACH!) No talking her out of it. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...so I left.
Home...I call hubby and he was having a miserable, miserable time. The pain was BAD in his legs. Told him to ring the buzzer for the nurse as at 9 p.m. he gets a pain med and it WAS NINE.. He did and not only was it time for his pain med, but time to catheter as well . Removing the condom cath was severely painful. Hairs caught in the tape. For one hour I listened to his cries. His groin area is chafed and burning. His ass hurts. AFTER the damned tape was finally all off, the cath itself was uncomfortable (but bearable) being moved was something else!!! Pain,pain and more pain. FINALLY he was propped and positioned to sleep. The male nurse was very good to him... but that doesn't help the pain he suffered through. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My cell phone rings....it was Jill. Butchie did something to my car and it won't start, she's screaming.
I had lost track of the time...it was almost ten. Gave Gil my car keys to go get her. He came back telling me there would be no Chinese food tonight. Mom fell down in the driveway. Butchie was out there and they were having a shouting match. He told her he never touched her car. She was punching me on the ride home. I had a hellofa job getting her into the car....and so on. THEN he tells me that the car started right up for him. She must not have turned the key far enough .....I'm thinking....someone was watching over her and whomever else who was on the roads. sighhhhhhhhhhh Butchie had taken off...he had his daughter Alex with him ( she didn't need to witness THAT SCENE!) Gil placed the Chinese food order, I drove him to her car and then he went on and got our food. Engine roared as soon as he turned the key. ( There is NO WAY that Butch could get under her car hood.) Watch....today she STILL WILL insist he did something to the car. sighhhhhhhhhh
SOON...I will tell her that she shouldn't be worrying about me selling this house cause the way she is going, she is going to die FIRST. She won't need a house and I do have empty graves still. sighhhhhhhh
Hubby heard some of the commotion with Gil all excited and talking to me and asked what was wrong. I'm saying...nothing. Gil and I was just talking ....being real cool and calm about it.
IT'S INSANITY! I shit you not!
She works today again beginning at 10:30. . It's 7:20 a.m. She woke up maybe 20 minutes ago and is washing up some dishes and pans that Gil used during the day yesterday. A typical morning.....like many others. Her getting drunk is getting to be typical too. sighhhhhhhhhhh
I'll be calling hubby at 8 a.m. Think that's when the LINES open up. Michelle will be going up to see him today and I SHOULD. Maybe I'll drive with her. It was after midnight when i got into bed and woke at 5:30 with leg pains and needing to pee. Laid down awhile longer....if I dozed off, I don't remember.
Diane ( the barmaid ) told Dom, "this classy lady began coming into the bar a few months ago to relieve her stress of caring for her husband and to get a break."
IF she only knew....the real reason. :0(
I was HURT and PISSED ....very HURT and PISSED back then. IF the right man had of come along.......well , this classy lady would have been not so classy.
I'm past the PISSED now. HURT...still! Not looking....but if the right guy catches me in a weak moment....
At home Jill asked me if I really knew Dom. Told her, I sure did. He was just a teenager back then. Asked her if she remembered two of the people that worked in her ex's parents store. I told her, THOSE TWO are his sisters. Guess she never heard his last name at the bar...or I'm sure the name would have triggered her to ask him if he was related to them. Then again...the state she was in....maybe not. sighhhhh
SO....what's the Game Plan now for Gil. ????? I need to go ask her and make another cup of coffee. BRB
Monday he has to call that same place and if one of them is there he has to tell this Joe or Soupy person that he NEEDS HELP and see what they have to offer him.
I'm not being a good blogger friend as of late and to those of you...I apologize. (((hugs)))
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