Showing posts from November, 2019


Dear Readers,  I will do my best to avoid using real names and photos of our friends and family (without their permission).  THIS BLOG ISN'T: a health care professional blog, a military veteran blog, an agri blog, a tech blog, or any of the other topics pertaining to the extended family and/or our friends' business. THIS BLOG IS: a place to share little stories of daily life for Better Half and me, a nice spot for recipes, somewhere to share some nostalgia from my past, a place to commemorate all the good and bad things we endure, an occasional sounding board for the things that tick me off, and a spot to exercise my rusty creative writing skills. To that end, I'll try to keep labels fresh so you don't mistake fiction from fact. Please be kind to others in the comments section. And remember, there are topics where my opinion differs from yours. That's okay; it's just my silly opinion.  Please don't fear that I will judge you poorly because

HERSHEY: what's this white stuff?

Hershey experienced his first snow the week before last. (I would have published this sooner but life has been so damn hectic.) At first, he didn't trust it. The texture was wrong, the grass was too stiff. The scent made him chuff. The air had a hush about it. His barks seemed louder. That frightened him, too. "Go on, Hersh. Go see what it is!"  He soon worked out the courage to explore.  It was only a dusting and knocking it off the grass made him feel better. No zoomies, however. He was reluctant to run through the creepy white stuff. I thew a flip-flop, his favorite thing to retrieve, but he ran in the opposite direction and cowered between my knees while I finished my cigarette. "Bud, you gotta pee. Go pee. Go make good boy." He reluctantly walked down the path and planted his front feet in the dead grass and dirt. The back feet remained firmly rooted on the brick. He leaned. He looked at me.  "PISS, DAMNIT!" He let loose the

DAD UPDATE: stubborn man discovers there are people more stubborn than him

For the past week, my father has refused to eat or take his meds. The meds are what keep him mentally aware, control his blood pressure, handle his clotting factor, and control the spread of his prostate cancer. Some of this stubbornness is due to not having those meds on board. He physically turns into a zombie and can't do any occupational or physical therapy. And some of this stubbornness is because, due to the lack of meds, he can't think clearly.  His doctor says there's nothing wrong with his mouth or throat, ergo it isn't painful to eat or drink. Well, the only thing more stubborn than a patient is a stubborn family backed by a stubborn medical team. So, off he went to West for a gastrostomy tube. I haven't seen it yet, so I don't know if it's a PEG or a RIG. I thoroughly appreciate that it's not nasogastric; he would likely find a way to pull that out. What does he do when he gets back to East? Eats his lunch, the fink. He also

AVITIUM: Let's talk turkey

"Auntie Whispers, do the wild turkey!" Is that a new dance? "No. Wild turkeys! Write a thing about wild turkeys." Seriously? Huff. Fine. _____________________ The Wild Turkey Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Aves Order: Galliformes Family: Phasianidae Genus: Meleagris Species: M. gallopavo Appearance Wild Turkeys are very large, feathered blimps with long legs, wide, rounded tails, and a weensy head on a long, slim neck. Turkeys are dark overall with a bronze-green iridescence to most of their plumage. Their wings are dark, boldly barred with

DAD UPDATE: PICC line saga

Parkinson's has landed my dad in the hospital again. Specifically, an infection did. To put it in layman's terms, a Parkinson's patient with an infection degrades to the point where they are too weak to move, and can suffer from dementia and hallucinations, and can not function.  If you want the technical bit, here's the abstract from an article in Frontiers in Neurology . Parkinson's disease is a neurodegenerative disorder characterized by progressive loss of dopaminergic neurons of the substantia nigra pars compacta with a reduction of dopamine concentration in the striatum. The complex interaction between genetic and environmental factors seems to play a role in determining susceptibility to PD and may explain the heterogeneity observed in clinical presentations. The exact etiology is not yet clear, but different possible causes have been identified. Inflammation has been increasingly studied as part of the pathophysiology of neurodegenerative diseases, cor

NEW KITCHEN TOY: a quesadilla maker

I haven't been able to catch up on writing in a long while.  This post started as a review of a new quesadilla maker but, because Fate is an ass, I wasn't able to finish it: dad went to the ER. We did have yummy ingredients for it. Some seasoned pork, some freshly chopped veg. The iron itself kicks ass and the food comes out perfect.