Jail...my final exam...and the Big Blue H...

This is about the good , the bad, and the ugly...OR

it is the good news, the great news, and the sad news...


The good news is(this deals with the BAD too)...my half-BIL Stupid Steve, lovingly referred to as SS...is in JAIL...

Yippee-kay-yeah for the local law enforcement! (Round of applause here.)

Don't know or care how/why he got picked up. I am relieved when I know WHERE he is. He is in for apparently 30 days...won't be his first Christmas in jail...sadly, probably not the last either.





DH was scheduled to be released from the hospital on Wednesday, provided that I passed my care-giving class. And pass the home assessment that I wasn't aware of until Tuesday evening. Remember, my house became the Wreck of the Hesperus during my DH's hospital stay.

I did not live like that when I was single. However, I have noticed, that upon marriage, and increasingly, with each additional child...well, simply put...my standards of what is clean, have not only slipped, but plummeted! This is the UGLY part of this...

So we cut our Tuesday evening visit short, so we could straighten up the Wreck. My kids were flying around like little worker bees.

Wednesday morning I re-arranged the living room furniture to make room for the hospital bed, power wheel chair, bath bench, etc.

I like the bed(functionally), though wish it came with a more high end designer look. Don't they realize that some people have to put these in the living room? I think I will try to decorate it. I am giving up the full size Christmas tree for the ugly bed. I have the Charlie Brown Tree on the coffee table. *sigh*

After I took delivery of the designer bed, I went to the hospital to take my class. The PT showed me what DH can and can't do. It was simple really. I just had to show the PT that I could transfer DH from the wheelchair, to the walker, to the car. Then we went home for the final exam...I had to show the PT that I could get DH from the car, up the steps, and into the house. Then she had to check out his living space--bed, bathroom, kitchen. She loved the designer bed...asked where she could get one like it. LOL After about 20 minutes, she determined that I, and our house, passed the final exam. This is the GREAT news...we went back to the hospital, where he was officially discharged.



The SAD part of this deals with my MIL...she finally went to see DH at the hospital the day before he was discharged. Her excuse for not going to see him...are you ready for this...she didn't know where the hospital was. I didn't say a word, though I am certain she could tell by the look on my face, I thought that was a lame excuse. So she added, that she didn't have internet to look it up. Still lame, in my opinion. She could have used her other son's internet--he is 40 and lives in her basement, urinates in milk jugs because he is too lazy to go upstairs to the bathroom. Nothing wrong with that, I am just saying. She could have went to the library. She could have went to a store and just looked at a map. She could have called the hospital or ME. She lives 11 miles from from the hospital. She is 1/4 mile from a major state route. Literally, she made one left and one right turn to get there. She was closer than I was. She could have driven to the state route and followed the BIG BLUE H signs. You don't even have to speak English in this country to locate a hospital! Truth be told, she was probably visiting SS in JAIL.



All I can say about her is...she is consistent...she never fails to disappoint.





I am off to go do some decorating!

Spark on!





Trish