Tuesday, 19 February 2013

This Is My Brother Darrell and This Is My Other Brother Darrell


I am getting really tired of this crap. If it is not one damned thing it is the other damned thing.

Father improves day to day. While I am still doing the chores and household jobs he normally does to keep active he is back to walking the little dog morning and evening. He is making a good recovery.

Mother is a different story. To be fair her wicked cold seems to be better and she is eating again - more with each passing day - she has other issues besides the Alzheimer's.

She is always cold. Always. That is both because she eats so little and also because of a thyroid disorder they are trying to get straightened around. But a lot of her issues are of her own making. She can barley walk because, again, she doesn't eat enough to keep her strength up, and because she sits on her ass all day in the same chair and moves only when she needs to use the bathroom (in that regard she is slightly ahead of the average Yahoo chatter who would sit there and piss themselves). I have been telling her for months now she has to move but she is a stubborn old bitch.

About three weeks ago she started complaining that he groin hurt. Then it was her hip. The last week and a half it has been her lower leg. This morning that lower leg was swollen but, no, she didn't want to go to the doctor.

I finally pulled a scare tactic on her and told her that by sitting on her butt all day this could be DVT or another type of clot. She finally went to the doctor and sure enough they are concerned it is DVT or another type of clot.

She has to go in for an ultrasound tomorrow around noon. If it is below the knee then things are not as serious. If above the knee she will have to go into the hospital to be put on warfarin and watched until it breaks up.

Of course since she sits all the time it could just be blood pooling in her leg so the doctor has ordered some kind of surgical sock that has to be fitted then ordered. Another task for tomorrow morning.

Tess is back to work today but it must have been an easy day or someone actually did their job while she was off because I haven't heard any bitching.

I went to my parents early to check on them (see above), clean the kitchen up, get a load of water for the holding tank, go to market, and had dinner cooked by 1:45. Tonight is easy. Just throw it in the oven to reheat. I love meals like that.

I did not get much sleep last night. Because I wasn't there much last week Tess didn't bother watching the one show we watch together so last night we watched 4 days worth. Then I went to bed and tossed and turned. I woke for a whizz at 5:45 and at that point there is no sense going back to sleep so I laid there until 6:10 when it was rise and shine time.

I have an outstanding book on the go that I am having a hard time finding time to read so as soon as dinner dishes are put away here I may head back down town early and either read or, who knows, check the inside of my eyelids for cracks.

Granddaughter Gracey called me last night and we had a quite the grown up conversation for someone who is only three years and four months.

Gracey phoned to tell me she was going to watch a movie about the Lockness Monster. While she was talking to me she was also calling for her mother to make the popcorn.

The three year old four month child told me it was a scary movie but that you didn't really have to be scared because it was just a movie.

Gracey frightens me. I shudder to think how smart she is going to be in a couple more years if she talks like this now.

Then she asked me if I would take her to a Japanese restaurant to eat. She loves Edo's. I told her I would come up on Sunday and take her. Something got lost however and Rebecca called me back to say Gracey was irritated because she thought I was coming right then. She told her Mom to never mind the movie and had put her boots on. Rebecca had a time explaining to her it would be Sunday.

She is a pistol.

Okay Kids, What Time Is It?





For ten bonus points, who played Clarabell the Clown?

A Very Late Song Saturday



Sunday Night


Sunday at last!

After getting home from the hospital father stayed inside and laid low for a couple of days. He is looking better and says he is feeling better. Mother is starting to eat again. It would not look like a lot to most of you and indeed the caloric intake is low but for her it is a virtual feeding frenzy. If she can keep it up a while it may recover more and then she might gain some much needed weight. Eating keeps her energy up and it seems to even help with the Alzheimer's somewhat.

I did a quick laundry this morning to get get caught up on the last of it and then cooked a large pot of chicken, veggie, noodle soup for the old folk's dinner this evening. I stole some for myself as well. Tess wants to eat full Filipino tonight and I am not interested in what she is wanting. I'll have my soup. I'll have the Bilo Bilo she is making for dessert.

I need this break. It has been a long haul. Mother has been really ill for two weeks and it was a struggle to get any nourishment into her at all. Then father got very sick and was in the hospital. I was stretched very thin. I was starting at 6:30 most mornings and not getting to sit down until 8:00 after mother was in bed watching television. Thank goodness for my oldest granddaughter who spent the nights listening for her great-grandmother or I'd have got no rest at all.

As long as the two of them are reasonably okay this evening, and there is no reason to think they are not, I will be able to stay here for our normal weekend together of Sunday and Monday. I wouldn't tell her because I don't want it going to her head but I was missing Tess. I take it she was missing me since she has stayed cuddled up beside me all afternoon.

That is a funny thing, huh? I'm 61. Tess a few years younger. You'd think the fire would dim but not seeing each other for a few days we sit and cuddle each other like two teenagers and I am looking forward to bedtime so we can snuggle up and get comfortable.

Mom and Dad are both 80. While he was in the hospital he missed Mom and she missed him, both like fish out of the water without the other.

I wasn't sure Tess and I were ever going to reach this stage together but I am glad we have. We are going to eat early. Tess will watch television. I will read and try to stay awake and, if there is a God in heaven, I hope to be in bed by 9:30.

Tomorrow I will check on the old folks and I have to babysit young Silas for a couple of hours but then it will be, hopefully, another day of doing as close to nothing as possible.