Elastic waists can't always save you

Like when you hit a bump in the parking lot and your sister's transport wheelchair sends her airborne.  Or you are going down those steep curb ramps and she slides out.  Neck on the back strap, ass on the very edge of the seat, legs and feet straight out.  She looked like a large surfboard.  I was laughing so hard I could barely get her into the car, and grateful for my panty liner!  We've had so many close calls when I am driving those chairs.  At least the transport doesn't have the hand brakes like others we've used, which stop you on a dime while the patient lunges forward.  The transport's tiny wheels do not make for easy maneuvering.  The slob standing outside three feet away and watched me struggle to open two glass doors while pulling the chair over the threshold almost lost a grape.  The two women that would not even move out of the way while gossiping between the two doors, let alone offer assistance, got bumped by the chair pretty hard.  Did I say excuse me?  No, I said "I'm sorry I bumped your arm, I meant to run over your foot". 

 

Stitches were not removed because of the bloating, afraid the incision will open. Carole is 19# heavier than two weeks ago, all fluid.

 

These two cuties will no longer be living here.  The big girl angel is over a pound and a foot tall and if I find a box big enough, will figure postage if anyone wants to rehome her. 

Always loved her but it's time to move on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next week starts with tests and doc appt on Tuesday, surgery and an all day stay at the hospital Wednesday, back for more tests on Thursday, doc appt on Friday.   Then I will have one week left of summer and hopefully her recovery will speed up.

 

Enjoy the weekend.  Back with winner tomorrow.

 

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My decision but your choice

Hello folks.  I've decided what to offer but the choice will be yours.  A stitched piece or a journal with square.  I'm not bothering with measurements and backing photos.  Let's just say they are smaller than 3" x 5" with a coordinating fabric.

a little sampler, no hanger, dark linen

 

about the same size, with a hanger, dark linen

more aged, no hanger

This journal is a set (5x7 and 3x4), covered in fabric, ragged raw edges, aged.  The 3" corner square is Anna Eliza Abe, primitive, double sided with a blue queen stitch.

The second journal is single (5x7), primitive paint and sampler label, inside label, and double sided 3" square.

 

Email me here-

samplersandsantas@gmail.com

if you can't leave a comment, otherwise, leave your entry on this post, initials please.  No need to state your preference.  Saturday 8/18  at noon I will have Random do its thing.

 

Oh my.  Typing in 8/18 was painful.  I can't believe how summer is passing me by.  I checked my desktop to verify the date and July was still on.  Circa Home Living's blog was the next stop for a wonderful desktop calendar.  This is August's. 

 

Be back Saturday. 

 

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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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