Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Not used to being the caregiver anymore


Wow.  All I can say is wow, and thank you to my husband for taking care of me for all these years.  It’s not easy taking care of someone recovering from surgery.  We tend to forget how easy it is to do simple things.  It’s easy to get irritated when they do the run on get me’s.  (could you get me this, and this, and this, oh and while you’re up could you)  Things like running to the bathroom, or get a glass of water are an ordeal for the recovering.  I do remember this.  I remember the impatience.  No-one does it right, or like you and you bite your tongue because you don’t want to seem ungrateful.  It’s a natural feeling.  We all get used to doing things our way and when our ability is hindered we tend to get short-tempered and needy.

Imagine me, already in that state, caring for two people, one who is just entering that state, and one who wants to be there but I won’t let her.  We have already determined that I can’t take both of them anywhere in my car.  Joe has to have the passenger seat, with it pushed all the way back.  In that position, mom can’t get into the back seat because she can’t get in the driver’s side.  That would mean getting in the vehicle using her right leg first and her joints don’t move like that anymore.  So, I have a great big car and can only get one at a time in it.

If anyone is interest, here are photo’s of Joe’s new knee.  The first one was taken on the day he came home, five days after surgery.  The second was taken today.  The massive swelling has gone down, and while no-where close to normal size it’s looking more like a knee and less like a football.

7-28-12 First day home. The swelling is massive

8-2-12 – 65 degree flexion this morning. He’s doing really well.

 

Tomorrow I take mom in for her first major teeth cleaning in about eight years.  She is gonna be one sore woman for a few days.  I’ve got to stock up on chicken noodle soup.  Maybe I’ll make a pot today.  That would help all of us out.  With homemade polish drop noodles.  Stomach filling food.  I’m off to forage the freezers for chicken.  My idea of hunting.

Have a great day all.

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Ehrmagerd!


I have been wanting to use that word forever.  It’s a great word, just say it really fast in a pained voice.  It perfectly describes my week so far.  If it’s not one thing, its my mother.

Was so sick on Friday.  Had a full physical breakdown.  Started to shake like I was naked on an iceberg, but at the same time sweat was pouring out of every pore in my body.  I literally soaked a pair of jeans, legs and all, in about 3 minutes flat.  Water was streaming off my face, I couldn’t catch my breath I couldn’t stand up.  My hands and legs started tingling and then went numb.  Lasted for about twenty minutes then it was over.  Just like that, over.  Went to the doctors Saturday morning and he did some blood work checking for a calcium deficiency.  Now that my thyroid is working they are discovering the other glands that have stopped working and are dealing with them one  at a time.  This time it’s my para-thyroid that they think is not working anymore so no calcium stored.  Wonder what the cure for this is.  Another freaking pill.  I already take so many that I rattle.

So, Saturday night, Tiger Game.  It ruled.  I never left my seat.  It went so fast and the boys looked so good out there.  It was a pleasurable night at the ball park.  Not too hot, not too cold, good seats.  Great company.  Nuff said.

Then yesterday, Joe got his knee replaced.  Total replacement.  So he’s in the hospital for a few days.  Everything went well.  He’ll be home in a few days doing more than he’s supposed to, sooner than he’s supposed to.  But, that’s .  He’s not one to sit on a couch and do nothing.  I’ll have to bungee him down.

This morning was throwing up sick till almost eleven.  Didn’t get to the hospital till noon thirty or there about.  Tito and Mary came and sat with him while I went to another part of the hospital for chemo.  Took over two and a half hours today, liked to wipe me out.

Got back to see Joe and hung out for a couple of hours, just chatting.  Made it to six thirty before we both realized that we were laying there sleeping.  I headed for home and ran into the last person on earth that I thought I’d run into heading into my husband’s room.  His ex-wife, came to visit, my husband.  Does anyone else find that odd.  We’ve been together for almost twenty years now.  Granted, she did show up with my stepson, not alone so bonus on her for that one.  I was just struck dumb.  You all would have been proud of me.  I was every inch the person my dog thinks I am.  I greeted them with warmth and directed them to Joe’s room.  Asked how she was doing, chatted with M for a second, then went on my way home.  My eyebrows are still drawn together on that one.  I know they have a connection through the kids and the grands, but I wouldn’t let him visit her unless it was dire.  Unnecessary contact with a person who has broken me down at every turn, as it were.  I need to dwell on this one.

I think Oscar suffers from OCD.  He’s getting too set in his ways.  Examples;  Every night at nine he goes to bed, every night.  To go into the basement, he first has to go from the family room into the office then down the stairs.  He won’t eat unless I’m in the room.  If I leave his sight, he cries till I return, even if it’s just the bath room.  He will not willingly walk on hardwood floors.  He will not willingly step on wet grass.  His blanket has to be a certain way or he will sit and stare at it till you fix it.  He carries his toys from one end of the family room to the other and sets them in line.  He’s great with big dogs but is terrified of the little dogs in my neighborhood.

By now your eyeballs are probably rolling back in your heads out of boredom so I’ll sign off.  Gotta go lay down for a few, you know my nap before I go to bed.  Huggs.

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