The hospital finally called and told me I had to be there at 9am for my surgery on Monday. Great! At least I don't have to be there TOO early so I can get some decent sleep. That depends on whether or not I actually sleep at all. I usually get too stressed and don't sleep more than an hour or two at a time and then am up for an hour or two all night long. At least the surgery gives me time to sleep....LOL.
Poor Auntie Em is feeling very frustrated and depressed at the same time. She has gotten so heavy since she broke her hip that she can no longer stand, nor can she even get out of bed without help. That help is in the form of a portable crane that has to lift her out of bed and into her wheelchair. At least it's her daughter, Bevie, that is doing all this stuff for her and not some stranger. But it's tough for a daughter that is only 19 years younger to manage all this on her own. Thankfully, she very healthy. Auntie Em is 94 now and also has Parkinson's. She hates that she weighs over 300 lbs. now but inactivity doesn't help. Her total inability to even stand makes everything worse. For a woman that was as active as she always was, it has to be torture.
When I went to the Wound Center yesterday, I had a different doctor since my regular one was attending a continuing education seminar required to renew his license. This guy was as old as dirt but very sweet. He decided to try to cut away more of my callus around the wound and, in one area, he went just a little too far and cut into healthy tissue. Not bad but he dabbed at the blood and said, *Oh this is good. It shows good circulation in the area and that helps healing.* With that, he dabbed at the blood again and walked out, leaving me to the ministrations of the nurses. They never said a word but I could tell they were a bit upset about it and I don't think I was the first one he had done something a little bit wrong on that morning. But he looked like they had to have pulled him out of retirement. What else was to be expected?
The end result is that I have taken more pain pills than I do normally and they put me to sleep, unfortunately. They aren't even strong ones like percocets or others like that. I'm just a wuss, I guess. LOL!
I got the beads and things from my friend, Carol, in San Francisco. I looked them over and I am sure my daughter-in-law, Raven, will be more than happy to have them. Carol said when she finds the findings and other stuff, she will send them to me. She has no use for them any more. She's in her 80's and her eyesight is just not good enough to do some of the crafts she use to do. If she's like me, she probably also finds herself shaking while trying to do some intricate things. I hate when I start that but it's not often.....yet!
She was telling me about the babydoll that she ordered and it finally arrived. She said *yes, the skin feels soft like a baby's AND, once the battery is installed, it will look like it's breathing.* I was thinking that might terrify some little girls but Chewlee is old enough to KNOW it's the battery doing that. To her, it will just add to the feeling that she is caring for a real baby. I KNOW she will love that.
It's in the 50's today but feels humid out. Guess that means we are in for some rain later today or tonight. It's only supposed to be a low of 48 tonight, which is not bad, really. I can see by the things I am saying that I have become acclimatized after just 8 years. **Head slap** I can hardly believe it. I think it took longer adjusting to Florida's heat when we moved there from Chicago. Sheesh!
At least now the sun is out and that always cheers me up. I love the sun. Love you all. Have a great weekend. Gotta go and make us some egg salad for later. ***Hugs***
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