Saturday, June 16, 2012
This "Old Fart" business is not a sign of disrespect -but a quiet joke between him and his grandchildren. Kind of a love message. Then she added pictures of all of his great-grandbabies.
I started to not post about these experiences but then I thought if I could shine some insight for the path for others along the way. I really did consider all though our married life that one of us might die-but then I would tell myself we were young and I just would not take on that worry any earlier than I had to. I had not even heard of prostate cancer at that time in our life.
This last trip I noticed that they had put them on a little table with freebies for all.
This has been a crazy week as we lost our electricity one day and it just happened that was the day that DH had got his suspenders hung up under the picc line that is threaded into a vein in his arm so I took him to the office so the nurses could re-dress it .It is a plastic line that medical staff can use for shots instead of having to stick him SO many times -especially since he HATES needles so terribly.
Then we had NO Phone service. I was SO mad at the phone company , Verizon! No cell phones -no house phone and IF he was to have another stroke - how in the world would I call for help? This has been an ongoing problem for a couple of months now. I am beginning not to like big businesses like phone companies and electrical companies.
While at the doctors I finally placed a call to the medical people who were supposed to deliver his hospital bed. Next it was a trip to the new pharmacy that we are getting our meds from. Because of the change we had to have a paper copy of what medicines he needed. I hated all of the driving - it is so tiring to me and to him.
I had disassembled DH's water bed that night and carried all of it out the door. My back was just so tired it gave out and I could not carry it to the old building that I hoped to store it in. It was in very poor shape and I do not think I will be able to set it back up as it was starting to rot. That pile is still laying at the front side of the house.Maybe when the grand kids show up I will let them use their big , young muscles. LOL
I moved the chairs from the living room into the now fairly empty bedroom(isn't it amazing how much room a bed takes up in our average Small bedrooms?)DH wanted to be in the living room and it was a good thing that he did because that poor man would NEVER been able to assemble that bed in that small space. He had enough trouble as it was.
I am learning that this job of care-giving is a Lot Harder than I thought it would be-so my heart goes out to all of the care-givers out there , whether family or as jobs. These people work hard!
Today our oldest son came and took Dad out the road to visit a neighbor . While they were gone I eyeballed that hospital bed . I had not been in one since our last baby 28 years ago. Curiosity got the best of me and I crawled up in it . It felt really comfy at that moment and the next thing I knew I was waking up from an hours nap!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta watch those hospital beds - I think they SNEAK up on your blind side. !
Well, I found a minute and I just had to visit with my wonderful blog family!
I love you guys - linda