Decisions decisions

I looked through my house mess to find something to offer.  That sounds like I went through the trash but not the case.  I have all my stitchery down and other items stored in another room until the inside redecorating is done, several eons from now.   I found some items in the should-it-stay-or-should-it-go pile for a future sale.  But which should I offer?  So here's the choices and I may just say, let the winner choose, much easier on my noggin.  I may whittle down the choices. 

 

Items considered for the giftaway.

A Blackbird Designs fabric covered primitive finished journal set in aged yellow.

 One of these smalls.

Or my prototype set of corner squares.

Or my two sided single square.

 

Mark just ran over to Carole's with my Zofran, she is sick this morning and miserable.  It helped her greatly in the hospital but she never asked for a Rx.  Of course she didn't.  She kept telling them she was fine because she wanted to go home but she was getting the drug every 6 hours and did not think about life without it.  Not only from the surgery, but the multiple antibiotics are upsetting her stomach.  She will get her own Rx at Thursday's appointment.  The stones removal will wait until end of next week but her side pain today may be an indication that the stent or one of the stones is starting the backup again.  It never ends.

 

Enjoy your day!

 

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Now I know

why most older women's pants have an elastic waist.  It's not because menopause causes daily ins and outs of the mid section (the word bloating was invented for such times).  It's not because older women usually have a closet full of clothes yet continue to wear the same outfit every year (and stretch allows a yearly gain).  It's not because arthritic hands and fingers have difficulty opening buttons and zippers (but it helps).  It's because one thing in their lives increases in speed and urgency as they age.  Having to pee.  Those pants must come down as quickly as possible! I drink decaf, water, milk, cola and it does not make a difference.  For some reason, that subtle inkling of a tinkling is gone.  No warning as sometimes is the case when a dam breaks.  Not even a hint.  It gets to the point where they ask the location of the restroom before the menu comes, before the browsing begins, before the wedding buffet line.  How can it hold long enough to be filled to bursting without giving a clue, but can't wait a minute more?  What the hell?

 

Spent Sunday at the hospital waiting for discharge which came late (lots of new patients were admitted).  She managed no worse at home last night, was switched to Augmentin, and we got her groceries this morning so she's content and resting for a few days.  I'll be taking her Thursday for two appointments, not only can't she drive, but she can't fit behind the wheel.  She is very heavy to begin with (not good for surgery) but her abdomen now is so enlarged that she can't get pants on.  I have to find a pair for her to wear tomorrow at Kohls or JCP, all we have left here.  Rock hard large ball and no one ever explained what to expect from the condition and surgery so we'll find out more later in the week and how long this will last.

 

Nit loves dirt.  Always has.

 

Bud likes concrete, Missy likes to show off, and Nit .. well ... the dirt spot.

 

I hope your weekend went well.  I barely remember the last two weeks, all I know is I missed the first half of August.  I am not happy about losing summer.  Did I ever mention that?

 

I think a giveaway should be coming up to thank you all for your support and prayers.  But what?  I got rid of almost everything!

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

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Leftover Ativan

Hi folks.  Made it through the hardest parts with a few pills to spare.  I'm sure I will need them again.  Carole has been through many tests and they are stumped to find the cause of breathlessness.  We waited two days for the final CT results after they suspected lung disease, but they found none.  Whew!  Her lymphatic system has been compromised for many years because of destroyed channels, one leg from the ankle down, the other from below the knee.  Her legs are now huge, hard, and after massive Lasix doses, no change.  This fluid is probably throughout and may be what is causing the pressure.  Trying to talk is like having a blood pressure cuff inflated around her chest.  We have no lymphologist here, she will be getting manual manipulation to move the fluid from someone local though.  When is a good question.  Decades ago she was treated at Cleveland Clinic, but getting her back there now will not be easy, unless this exaggerated episode will not resolve.  Once the stones are out and antibiotics for the sepsis are done, the fluid will slowly dissipate.  Hopefully.  Her last surgery to remove the stones and stent will be end of this week.  It looks like the last month of summer will be over about the same time she recovers. 

Today is sausage Saturday.  Lots of Golden Daggers from the garden will be stuffed today and put in the freezer.  I cook the stuffing but not the peppers because freezing softens them.  From the freezer, cover with spaghetti sauce, into the oven.  My Italian sausage is always in large clumps making it hard to stuff so I threw the cooked meat into the processor and after a few pulses, perfect.  Ready for rice and eggs.

Now that I am finally settling down a little, I plan to check the linen drawer and start Barrick's sweet little design. 

The Stitching Girls are another option but this design has fewer color changes and I'm looking for something easy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think the Girls will be finished in a long rectangle for hanging, or maybe even smaller for a fob.  You know I am always changing something.

 

 

This evening after a hospital visit, Mark will take me for a ride in the county with an iced coffee. 

Hope your weekend will be a good one.

 

 

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Update

I was at the hospital since 8 am, just got home.  Her gallbladder was taken with four incisions, a little complicated because of many adhesions, and like a bag of small gravel.  The anesthesia did her in again.  The type she received was safer for patients with heart conditions and is used (and must be) with a muscle relaxer.  She's miserable.  Surgery was at 9 and she is just now fully waking, making sense and able to comprehend.  This afternoon ran the gamut of intense pain, hallucinations, sudden sleep as if she passed out, confusion, and I thought several times she was gone or having a stroke.  The breathing issue is worse than ever and she is in a panic, fighting sleep because she is afraid she will stop breathing.  They have no answers for her on that terrifying condition.  I got a few spoons of ice cream into her and that's it.  Tomorrow will be a better day.  But she has to go through this sedation again. 

 

As I watched her it was as if I was sitting at my mom's death bed all over again.  I know one day her tears and cries to help her will be her last as she gasps for air.  It was a very hard day for both of us.  And hopefully tomorrow will be better.  Even though a surgery and medication was the cause today, it doesn't stop my mind from storing the images of these episodes, and fear of the future.  I am very grateful she made it through the surgery, but feel overwhelmed by sadness.  How foolish is that?

 

I need to step back for a few days. 

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

 

 

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Monkey Mona

But the dish for Fancy Feast Filet Mignon is missing!  I need them all before I can make a decision or I will continue to scatter pieces across the tray.  I do not care if you're busy.

 

 

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Change of plans of course

Greetings folks.  I got my Barrick charts today.  Wow.  So nice to have full size quality paper and print.  I plan to start one tonight.  If I can get the chocolate off my fingers. 

 

First off I want to thank everyone once again for support and concern and helpful suggestions.  There are several reasons we are staying here in this Steward facility, the first being Carole will not go out of town.  She has one son that works shifts and also volunteers (fireman).  He is lucky to catch a few hours sleep without interruption.  She has one sister (who is brilliant... well..  used to be) and one brother (obsessive personality is putting it mildly) and one brother in law.  To be alone a few hours away is very scary to her and with her health condition, does not want to be in a position that her son or we could not get to her if an emergency situation arose.  We are all only 15 minutes away here and that is comforting to her.  And us.  Dr. Sachdeva and Dr. Vallabh are very fine surgeons with excellent reputations that have treated family previously.  We are very lucky to have them both.  Her family doctor has been a Godsend to her and other family members for almost 40 years and treats us like his own family.  The mix ups and errors and rudeness are not as important as the people actually saving your life.  I found out that there is a nationwide shortage of Ativan!  It's not just the hospital, no one around here has any.  So I took her some of mine which they allowed.  The gallbladder removal is Wednesday, nothing tomorrow, because that surgeon is on vacation as we thought, but were told otherwise for days.  The process will be backward, gallbladder first, stones the next week, but that is what it must be.  Good.  She will have a week between anesthesias.  Hopefully the organ will not burst or disintegrate upon removal and that will go smoothly, and she will be monitored and dosed to wake from the surgery.  After the PCP, cardiologist, gastro, and pulmonary people said they are at a loss to understand the shortness of breath, I did my own research.  It seems a diseased/inflamed/enlarged gallbladder and complicated by blocked ducts can cause gastritis, which bloats the abdomen, puts pressure on the diaphragm, and can cause this.  It's the best I got!   Forums with other patients have shown this is common and many have claimed to develop breathing issues, not realizing it could be the gallbladder (or other abdominal issues).  She is hoping this is her case and the scary breathlessness will cease.  Dr. Vallabh said people Carole's age rarely have pain indicating there is a problem (she has NONE), but a younger person would.   Her antibiotics for the sepsis have created a real problem "digestively" and also a yeast infection in her mouth and throat.  But her fever is down and they are pleased.  So there you have it!   Wednesday is the surgery and we are praying all will go well and her heart can handle it.  I will update then, maybe even have a little stitching to show.

 

Thanks everyone.  Bless you all!

 

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