Three weeks ago, my mother fell at home, twice within a couple of days. She complained of severe groin, hip and leg pain. My sister took her to her doctor. Mom walked into doctor's office, in severe pain but she walked.
She asked if she could have x-rays. Her physician (using this title lightly) told her xrays weren't necessary because she walked in. "You wouldn't be able to walk if your hip was broken." He told her to go home and take Ibuprofen.
Her pain has been out of this world. Saturday as she was walking through the house, her legs just gave out and she fell again. Dad called about 10:00 PM and said Mom fell, he can't get her up. He has Parkinson's and doesn't have body strength to pick her up.
We hauled ass to get to them. We got her in bed, she refused to let us take her to hospital because she said her doctor says its just some sore ligaments. We spent the night with them but Mom did not sleep, screamed out most of night. Early Sunday morning I took her to hospital.
Mom is in excruciating pain with any movement, transferring, walking or laying down but sitting down she is more comfortable. The doctor comes in, moves her legs, asks her a couple of questions. I tell him her feet are extremely swollen, purple and edema 6+. She had her socks on because she is always freezing. He glances at her socks and answers, "yeah, there's a little swelling." He doesn't take off her socks, he doesn't actually see her feet and not one nurse or dr checks her lower extremities for edema. When I was in nursing that was always a routine part of vitals, especially with elderly patients with hip and leg pain.
Doctor says he doesn't think she has a broken hip because of the way he could move her legs. They take x-rays and he comes back with diagnosis of hairline fx (fracture) of superior pubis bone. Nothing can be done, he said but just wait for it to heal. I ask if she can have Rx for pain. He refuses. States that at her age any pain pills would make falling more risky and may cause some confusion or dementia. Again, she is advised to take Ibuprofen. They ship her out in spite of BP of 189/102 and swollen purple feet and extreme pain.
She cries out in pain as they are getting her into my car. She cries out in pain as we get her out. She doesn't sleep for another 24 hours, crying out in pain at every move. Yesterday we call ambulance. Pain is just over the top.
They take additional x-rays, this time of the pelvis and spine. She has three additional Fx. Two in right pelvic bone and one in back.
What is wrong with physicians? What is this need to shuffle our elderly around without listening to them or looking at all the details.
She is in hospital on a morphine drip. She is emotionally relieved that the pain wasn't in her head and that she was not being a 'pansy' for hurting so much from some bruised or strained ligaments.
My sister and I are fuming!
I called her regular doctor and let him know that he let Mom suffer for three weeks by refusing to order x-rays when she first complained.
There is no way to explain the emotional trauma of these past couple of on everyone but especially Mom and Dad. It is hard enough being frail and 89 but to have your own physician dismiss you is unacceptable.
What happened to Saturday and Sunday...woooosh! Is it only one hour we spring forward or was it 47 and a half?
Never-the-less, it is Monday and time for a Sparkle.
In her own words, McGuffy's Reader writes, "I believe we are meant to be lights in this
world. If we allow our light to shine, we can see where we are going.
It is then that we can begin to truly see each other clearly. There is
hope. Together, we can light up the entire world!
So, on Monday, she posts a Sparkle, a bit of wisdom to light the path. She invites us to participate.
I chose to accept her invitation. Sparkle, my friend, Sparkle.
Friday is Celebrate the Little Things originally from Lexa Cain's blog. Today is an extremely sad day at Lexa's. Her husband died this week. He was only 50. Here one day, gone the next. My heart aches for her. I can't imagine the pain of losing a spouse, especially so suddenly. Love and hugs to you Lexa.
The news this morning of his passing has a profound affect on Friday Fill-ins (Feelings).
The four prompts are:
1. Before you_________________, you need to_________________.
1. Before you leave the house or go to sleep at night or hang up the phone, you need to say I love you.
2. After having a disagreement with your honey, give them a kiss and tell them you love them.
3. Winter is just another season, not really important in the grand scheme of things.
4. Spring up right now and call someone you love and tell them how important they are to you.
This morning I jumped out of bed, totally excited about my self-proclaimed To Do list. Totally!
I posted my plans for the day on Wondering and Wandering, got dressed and left the bedroom.
Can a man be too good?
Wednesday afternoon, while The Guy was at my folks' house, I climbed up on a chair, and pulled a couple of things down from above my kitchen cabinets. Icky! Dusty and tacky.
I scrubbed them, tossed two things into the PURGE box, put a plant, a vase and a pitcher up. I looked at the rest of the cabinet tops and decided that soon, very soon, I was going to have to take everything down, clean and maybe update it all. Very soon came sooner than I expected.
The Guy walked in just as I was climbing off the counter. As I was taking the chair back to the dining room I commented that the other cabinets really needed cleaning.
"I'll need to get to it soon!" I said.
Wednesday is Survivor night. I watch it in the bedroom because we don't have cable or satellite tv. We have Apple TV, Netflix and Amazon in the living room. The bedroom television has an antenna.
The Guy doesn't get involved with Survivor until the last 5 or 6 people are left. So last night, he stayed in the living room to watch a show with lots of explosions, shooting and aliens. My thoughts were that he was probably snoozing in his chair.
While I was snuggled in bed, he was taking everything above the cabinets down. Everything but the dust, cob webs and ick.
Rex, Lily and I walked into the kitchen this morning and were shocked by all the baskets and teapots and oil lamps covering the counters, all the counters. Kitchen looks good! I purged some really old things while wondering why I liked them enough to display. Scrubbed the cabinet tops, walls and ceiling.
I have a couple of plants to re-pot. Love playing in the dirt. Gonna put some good Joni Mitchell and James Taylor music on. The plants really like it and it helps with the trauma.
There is a quilt to finish, just the final touches.
But first, a new project: painting hangers!
Okay, my friends, this may sound weird but I have this idea, probably saw it somewhere because I don't think it gave birth in my head.
I have three wooden hangers for slacks or skirts. Part metal and part wood.
No more skirts for this one!
I've decided to paint the metal in a copper create a verdigris patina. Then I will distress the wood a tiny bit and paint it white with a dry brush. After the three of them are dry, I am going to hang them in my studio vertically and use them as photo frames for 8 x 10's. I asked the guy if he would have the lab print the photos with two inch white borders and he said it was doable!
Seriously, I should not be left unsupervised!
I'm also not going to juice today but I'm going to have oatmeal with a banana (just in case you cared to know how seriously I can get into trouble).
Discovered this morning that I am a coward. Truly a coward. Makes me want to cry that I am such a yellow-bellied, chicken-livered wimp.
My folks heat pump is running on emergency, costing $700 plus each month. Mom is very frail physically, Dad is just a little behind. The cold gets to them and it has been cold up here. When I talked to Dad this morning he said it was cold in their house. I asked him if he and Mom want to come stay with us for a couple of days. He says Mom says that they are not allowed to go beyond their mailbox! I think she's afraid my sister and I will kidnap Dad (rescue him) from her!
It took us 10 days to get any service company to answer our calls to go out to check on the heater. Finally got someone out. Furnace is shot. They need a new one.
Got the bid on replacement. $10,000 plus (and that is with the senior discount). The Guy kept at it, kept calling and finally got another company to make an appointment to inspect unit to submit a bid.
Today The Guy and I were going to head out to folks house, take them breakfast and be there so that The Guy can help with conversation with service man and Dad. After service guy leaves, Frank would help explain things to Mom who is more deaf than a rock, a very mean rock!
Mom is having a major anxiety-control attack, wants appt cancelled, doesn't even want us there. Won't listen to why another guy is going out. Can't explain to you the chaos of our conversations with her over the phone, but it's not good. So I caved. Said I would cancel the appointment and we would stay home.
The Guy comes out of shower and I tell him we can't go. "Mom says no!" The Guy informs me that 'No" is not an alternative. He is going out to meet the guy. He called Dad, Dad says, C'mon down. (He'll pay for that one!)
I couldn't make myself go! I don't want to face Mom's tantrum when we get there. I can guarantee you that my dad is paying hell for it right now, at least until The Guy gets there. The Guy went alone to help my parents because I am too chicken to face the Wrath of Mom! What a poor excuse for a daughter. Just don't want to be her punching bag.
I texted my sister, "Damned if you do and damned if you don't"! She texted back that Mom has already called her to share the chaos, confusion and wrath!
So here I sit, a bit of coffee in my Bailey's, tail tucked between my legs.
How can anyone be afraid of an 89 year old, 82 pound woman?
Not afraid of her exactly, more afraid of my reaction to her madness. I don't want to say hurtful things (well, I do, believe me, but I try to avoid the circumstances when it is too easy to blurt out the yucky stuff). Being a good person is so easy around my dad, not so easy around Mom.
The Guy just texted. He's there and all is well. Mom's in peaceful (yeah, right) mood. She just loves The Guy and is always more calm when he is around. Maybe I should pour a little more coffee in this Baileys and stopping whining!
MOTHER FOR SALE MAKE AN OFFER!
A little advice when it comes to caring for aging parents. Move to New Zealand!
Not what your thinking (or wishing), though probably not long before they catch up with me!
Sign up day for the A to Z Challenge. I signed up! I'm committed. Joining a bunch of masochists who don't have enough stress in their lives so freely purchase a ticket for more!
Bring it on!
I'm not sure if I shared this with you all, but I am surrounded by fundamental, judgemental super-conservatives. The Guy is the oldest of 10 and his whole family except the youngest sister are staunch Cheeto Von Tweeto fans. Very outspoken about it too. Don't need to tell you how much they hated Obama and didn't mind griping about him constantly but want me to "show some respect" to 'their' guy in office. Not going to happen. Gotta earn respect and Von Tweeto is in the red as far as I'm concerned.
This morning I was discussing the deregulation signed February 16 allowing coal mines to dump their waste into rivers. My mother-in-law said she doubted that was true, basically calling me a liar. I gave her the link so she could actually watch him brag about it, then go on to talk about all the other regulations he's going to reverse. (Get ready, kids, you're going back to the workhouse!)
She says, "Fake News!"
He brags about grabbing private parts! They say, 'fake news'!
He says that the racists in Charlottesville at 'very fine people'! They say, fake news!
I give up! I have to get out of this town! This 'snowflake' needs new stomping grounds.
Full Disclosure: I don't think he was born in the United States. I think he was created in Hell and the devil was so annoyed with him, he was kicked out!
They come up with the fill-ins and we fill-in! Sounds like a chain gang but it's not!
1. My favorite Dr. Seuss book is ____________
2. The most interesting person I have ever met is ____________
3. Besides books by Dr. Seuss, my favorite book as a child was ______________
4. Lately, I have been working on_________________
Would it be corny to say I'm drawing a blank? Haven't read a Dr. Seuss book in, oh, I don't know, 3 months! Let me think.
1. My favorite Dr. Seuss book is Oh The Places You'll Go, great book. "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose." I am kind of fond of Horton Hears A Who, too.
2. The most interesting person I have ever met is a man who's name was Mitch. He had been imprisoned in Serbia three times, twice by the Germans during WWII and once by the communists, when the Allies gave Eastern Europe to them after the war, even though the Serbs fought hard for us, protected our downed pilots and soldiers and died for us. He escaped from Yugoslavia in the early '50's. He was an inspiration, a deep thinker and a student of consciousness.
3. Besides books by Dr. Seuss, my favorite book as a child was Little Women, Black Beauty, Eight Cousins, No Children-No Pets, all Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books. My favorite book is always the one I have in my hands at the moment!
4. Lately, I have been working on purging house, remodeling house, clearing studio, designing website for OLM, studying weather on the I-5 corridor, weekly bulletin for OLM, looking up subjects A to Z for challenge next month and conspiring with friends to re-organize office structure, in other words, "Oooooh nothing!"
It's Friday. Yes, Yes, Yes! (if I sounded a bit like Meg Ryan in When Marry Met Sally just then, it's because that's exactly how I feel!)
Mom and Dad's this afternoon, conspiracy meeting in morning (gotta coach the offense!) and then three days of nuttin' honey! Amen!
What are your plans? Are you snowed in and going to bounce off walls? Are you like, Leeanna, with windows open and letting the air flow your house while she thinks about joining A to Z Challenge?
If you are, have you thought of a Category or a Theme yet?
I had so much fun last year! Nora Roberts, a well-published author
wrote, "A great writer chases her heroine up a tree and then throws
rocks at her." Don't quote me quoting her, I might be off a little! My theme for the 2017 A to Z Challenge was 26 Rocks to Throw At A Protagonist Who Is Up A Tree (with a sub-theme of alliteration!).
My dilemma this year has been whether to go for humor or be serious. (Seriously, hard for me to be serious most of the time. Gloomy, yes! Negative, yes! Serious, not so much!
I already have a theme, inspired by some of my Readers! Thank you, Friends!
Can't wait for Reveal Day!
Dang! Just looked Reveal Day up on the calendar. Someone remind me, There's a chance I might be hung-over! Would really like to celebrate St. Patrick's Day at Shameless O'Leery's!
Friday, Saturday, Sunday...you've got some time to think about it! Join in on the fun!
(Re-thinking my theme...what if I change it to 26 Micro-Brews and I have to test each one before I can post about it!)
Easter Sunday is going to be a beautiful day if the old expression about March is true. It is roaring like a lion for sure today.
The biggest storm of this winter is hitting us hard. The wind is knocking branches out of the Sycamore and the Cypress trees are almost bent over. One gust this morning knocked over bird bath and spinning wheel in back.
Weather people are predicting 4 to 6' of snow in the Sierras, the mountains east of us and same in the Trinities, mountains west of us. Road cams of I-5 north of us showed a long line of parked semis along the sides of road in both directions just north of Weed.
I was supposed to take some laundry soap to folks house and help Mom with laundry. She took a couple of falls and has some healing to do. We decided the wind was too much and she's feeling "goofy" (her word) today, so I'll go tomorrow.
Do you know what that means?
Got any suggestions for Netflix or Amazon marathon?