Saturday, September 06, 2014
My doctor needs to have her scale recalibrated. It shows that I've lost weight in the last 3 weeks. I put it on my tracker without thinking and looked at my start page--
TWENTY TWO POUNDS??
MY scale says it's only eight...
Saturday, September 06, 2014
My mom and dad were married for 18 years... He remarried first...
At his funeral, they played Bobby Vinton's "I Love How You Love Me." Cheesy? Nope. Just my dad all over. He came across sometimes as a bit of a tough guy, but had a streak of romantic about two miles wide. I believe it was from him to his wife after 42 years of marriage. There was a video/photo presentation, mostly his latest birthdays. A few stories were told...
The last thing they played was George Straight's "I Cross My Heart" ... Seemed like it was from her to him.
...I knew my dad was in the army when he met my mom, but it never dawned on me that he had enlisted and served during the Korean war. He was never (to my knowledge, lol) deployed outside of the continental U.S. but he was an artillery officer with the rank of lieutenant, and was a veteran of a foreign war and was given military honors at his funeral--21 gun salute, the playing of taps on a bugle, the folding of the flag and its presentation with thanks from a grateful nation.
I cried, of course.
Naturally, my brother and sister, and my brother's widow, as well as all of my stepbrothers and -sisters and my half sister were there with their partners, and most of my nieces came with their spouses and boyfriends, and my one nephew. (My niece that lives in Texas couldn't make it)... some old family friends...and a handful of people that I haven't seen since AT LEAST 1970, most notably Jimmy and Julie, the son and daughter of his best friend Bob. We played with them as children... They are old and gray now. Hm. LOL
I didn't take any pictures, unfortunately. But I do have a copy of the obituary and the program with his picture on front and back and the poetry my brother wrote for him.
As soon as I'm somewhere that I can scan it in, I'll post that. He was a handsome character... of course I'm prejudiced in his favor, but you'll see...
I'm going to really miss him.
Meanwhile, back at the post... I saw my primary care physician yesterday about that lingering cough. Some abnormalities showed up in the breathing tests, and I'm going in for a CT scan... some suspicion that there may be a lung disease? Sheesh. I sincerely doubt it, but I'll go. I'm tired of sore ribs! Can't deal with it unless we know what's causing it, right?
And I haven't had any pain meds for two days now--remarkably clear headed and HURTING...my pain meds prescription is messed up again.
And so is my van. It's guzzling coolant, but there's no visible leak?!
Hey, Ho, just another day in the life... LOL
It's SO good to be home!
Friday, September 05, 2014
I am exhausted, a 380 mile trip, and coming home to a pile of unpaid bills... one of which is my internet service. There are a number of more crucial ones, so it's going to take me a bit to get that one paid (Brian promised to help but can't do much until after Halloween!...) so I may be AWOL for a bit again--but I promise I'll try not to get sick so I can make it to the library now and again. Without my WiFi, I don't even have access on my android!...LOL
When I am not so tired, I'll fill you in on the "family reunion" too... It was sad, true, but nice to see so many of my family members in one place!...
Love all you guys.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
It's the sabbath, and as usual, I have a lot of preparation to do today...
It's not going to be easy...
My dad passed away last night.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
My dad is in big trouble...
He's 85, and he has been falling a LOT over the last several months... two weeks or so ago he fell through the guard rail on his own 4 ft high front porch, and went rolling across the lawn. He broke one rib, cracked four others, and had all kinds of bruises, especially one shoulder. He was hospitalized because the doctors were concerned about the bruising in his lung. He was scheduled to go home but didn't because he had an attack--he suffers from atrial fibrillation. He got through that and went home... and fell. It messed up his hand so it was badly swollen and it was decided that he'd see his doctor the next morning--and the next morning, he fell again. the hand? Two of his fingers are broken. And, he's in the hospital now; apparently, a bone spur on one of his cervical vertebrae cracked... and the doctors on call discussed it and called in a neurologist specializing in brain disorders.
He has been diagnosed with (deep breath) Progress Supranuclear Palsy, aka PSP.
It's often misdiagnosed as Parkinson's, since there are several things they have in common--but it's rare, only about 0.00006% of the population will ever have it.
Unlike Parkinson's, there is no tremor, but they both affect voluntary motor control. Eyes, arms, legs... He can't move his eyes up or down, a distinctive trait of this particular disease, so he can't see his feet, and when he wavers the least little bit, he no longer has the mechanism in place to correct his stance. so he goes down backwards, like a felled tree. (Odd little piece of trivia, Parkinson's patients fall too, but they tend to fall forward...)
As the name suggests, it's progressive, and his is moving fast. Yesterday he was eating lunch with my sister, and by dinner time his right shoulder had frozen, and he couldn't lift his arm to reach his mouth. Since his other hand is in a splint, he had to be fed.
And he rang for the nurse but tried to get up by himself before she got there, and he fell off the hospital bed. (The doc thinks that's why his shoulder froze up so fast, the neck injury...)From what I was told, they were running to make sure he hadn't done any more damage to himself--I imagine that neck injury must be a worry right now, too.
Add to that some anomalies in my own blood sugar metabolism... I'm a bit stressed! LOL
I had to call 9-1-1 for myself. I did about 3 minutes of my physical therapy, mostly stretching... and my blood sugar crashed. It was 40.
I ate about 24 grams of glucose, and checked again after a bit. It was THIRTY-SIX. It had gone down. I kept eating while I was waiting for the paramedics. It took almost twice as long as normal for the glucose to kick in. By the time they left, it was 75. I ate my "afternoon tea" (ramen with veggies)... a total all in all of about 80 net carbs. My glucose level the next time I tested was three hours later, and it was 150. I expected 200 or more! Crazy...
I left a message for my endo, and they called back but I had fallen asleep and didn't hear it ring...they didn't leave instructions, so I called them.
Tag! They're "it"! LOL
The kitties are doing GREAT. I found a free clinic. It's a real hassle to get there and wait for six hours once a month, but it's been worth it--Licorice and Isis have become regular play monsters, and they suddenly want to snuggle too--I'd forgot how active they were before! LOL
...And I'm now the choir director for my ward at church. I've never done this before, and it's a challenge, but I'm having fun too!
So not everything is weird... just me.
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