Showing posts from December, 2018

CHRISTMAS: Now Fortified With More WTFs

Image was a day. Yesterday was better. We visited Mum. She was still very weak, and she didn't like the fact that they were pushing her to work harder than she wanted.  I explained to her that she was going to be pushed. She has to do the exercises in order to grow stronger and avoid complications. "I know my limitations," my mother sighed. "They are pushing too hard."  "You need to do them, Ma."  I don't cave when she fusses.  "If you don't do them, you're going to stay weak. You need to cough when they say, even if it hurts. Hug the pillow..." She nods off. I sigh.  We leave, and then head over to our favorite Christmas Eve Chinese restaurant.  It's a BH and GC tradition.  This time, we were able to bring Dad. He doesn't get much opportunity to eat at restaurants these days. I think it was a welcomed reprieve from the daily drudgery.  He even refused to use his wheelchair, preferring to walk in under hi

WELL, AIN'T THAT SOMMAT: It's almost Christmas

Life has a habit of slipping by more quickly than anticipated. I found my eyes widening as one of my annual customs cropped up in my reminder queue: Queen Elizabeth II wishing her kingdom a very merry Christmas. It won't air until the 25th; have a link to People . Christmas is Almost Now . We haven't put up the tree nor decorated. We've been too busy dealing with life, with Mum's surgery and recovery, and with other things. If necessary, I suppose I could slap a tree up tomorrow. I have one ready to go: thin pre-lit tree, lots of cheap plastic ornaments. It's tacky as fuck and in no way does it really jive with our standard stuff. I bought it last month when we realized the downstairs couldn't support the size of our customary junk.  Dad's hospital bed and equipment, and his mobility, take priority. I had already come to the conclusion that we wouldn't have more than a simple dinner on the 25th. Look at it in a practical sense, I could write


I haven't been able to update. No apologies from me. I've been swamped. Mum's slowly but surely recovering.  I visited her briefly after her surgery. She wasn't cognitive, of course, though she did flinch at sounds.  They kept her intubated and on a pacemaker for the rest of the evening.  Those things weren't needed after midnight. We visited again yesterday. She's very confused due to her pain medications.  This is normal. To be without them would be subjecting a human to horrific "discomfort".  Given the discomfort Mum was in before the surgery (the catheter, the IV site, the swelling in her leg), it's no small wonder that that she's been given a stronger (for her) means numb everything.  Yes, she will continue to be in discomfort. The pain will be associated with the surgical site, and that will remain. However, it's been dulled, and the minor pains are now tolerable (or not registering on the mind at all). The lack of cognitive re


Today is Mum's surgery. It is, hopefully, the first day of her renewed life. They scheduled her valve replacement and  CABG for 8:30, though they recommended I arrive sooner. Mom woke me up at 3:15 to inform me that they wouldn't let her poop. The nurse called at 5 to tell me Mum was going early... can I be here at 5:30? This early in the morning, nothing moves. Though the roads are wet from rain, the stretch of highway itself can accommodate speeds excess of the 55mph limit. I followed a highway patrol. He was doing 80. Obviously something was up somewhere.  I cruised at 70 and made it to the hospital in 15 minutes. Plenty of time to visit with Mum and give her a kiss from each of us. Here I sit in the waiting room, in Better Half's sweats and a very wrinkled tee. Michael the Chaplain found me a few minutes ago. I paused blogging/fam updating and we offered up a prayer.  He remembered Dad. I suppose I'll eat my Danish and then take a nap. It will be 5


Mmm Mmm Unhealthy I'm at Trinity West today. It's a familiar place, considering the entire family are patients of Dr. Miracle.  Also, it's where I come for monthly port maintenance. *evil laugh*  I shall become a cyborg and terrorize the World!  All shall fear...wait, never mind. Trump's already doing that. Back to breakfast, then.  I didn't choose the bacon portion. Holy shit, they load trays up with omnipig strips! Mum has already gone to lab for her cath. This foray into cardiac medicine comes courtesy of her PCP, Dr. P. Goodocktor. A detected murmur lead to lab tests, and that landed Mum squarely in Dr. Miracle's territory.  It's a tight valve. The cath should determine if it's repairable. Dr. Miracle works fast. It usually takes longer to prep that it does to perform the procedure. I'll have enough time to wolf down my melon and egg before I'm called back to the heart center for his report. Mum's already set against furthe

SAYING GOODBYE: In Memory of Truffle

On Friday, December 14, we bade farewell to our beautiful Truffle Trafalgar.  Being honest, Better Half and I are still in shock. We have several dogs. Three were advanced in years. The smallest and youngest of the geriatric set, Piper, seems to have boundless energy (and needs a few teeth pulled or cleaned). The oldest, Zephyr, could pass for Thanatos ' lap dog. Or the Emperor from Star Wars. He does have that sort of crusty wrinkle to him. Truffle, on the other hand, had grey but was otherwise in good health - or so we thought. It was only during the last week or so that she seemed 'off'. She'd linger downstairs after we'd all gone up. We thought she was staying behind to seek out crumbs we'd missed in the kitchen. There were other factors in her life, of course. She's always had sleep apnea - truth: she snores more loudly than I do. And she had Parvo as a puppy. It's no wonder, then, that she suffered two heart attacks. The first came that m