"Be my singing lesson, be my song..."
Thursday, October 16th, 2008 08:12 amI've finally got the house to myself, and it's nice and peaceful. The weather has cooled a bit, and it looks like rain. I'm watching the trees , their branches moving gently in the north wind that is cooling everything down. I know it's fall, but everything here is still green, green, green, and so, even though Halloween is getting closer and closer, even though it's cooler, I can't quite feel it yet.
The Impertinent Daughter has gone back to school. Her stomach is still bothering her, and she keeps rubbing the upper left part of her tummy a little too often for my comfort, but the ultrasound shows her spleen and liver haven't changed, and the blood work that was done yesterday also shows everything is normal. She'll only be there for half a day today and tomorrow, and hopefully will be back to full time next week. She's still banned from her athletics class until after the 31st, for which I am grateful.
My dad is doing much better. He had a horrible weekend, which I didn't post about because it was so damned stressful and confusing that I couldn't think of what to say or how to express what was going on. Basically, everyone except THO and I were at Mom's, Dad was fine and enjoying the company, and then suddenly tanked. His blood sugar AND his blood pressure dropped dramatically (for those who know, his blood sugar was between 40 and 42), and he was out. The weekend home health care nurse was there, and was someone different from the one who is usually there, and basically screwed everything up before Mom and the Blonde Sister got riled enough to put a stop to it. Then, when Dad wasn't coming out of it like he should, the nurse told my family that Dad was very close to dying, and that they should stop all nutrition... *grimaces* I'm still pretty confused, but at least I know what happened now. I was upset all weekend, because they had to call me to get my okay to stop feeding him, and stop all meds except those for pain, and boy, wasn't that fun?
It all got sorted out by Monday, thank goodness. And Dad is now back on nutrition and all his regular meds, and Mom has called the home health care agency to report the nurse and ask that she never be sent to their home again.
As for my going to Houston, as you can all see, I didn't go. After I posted, I had looked at Miss Priss and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Like I said to THO, "I can't leave her. She needs me, and you know my policy. You and the kids will always come first." And that's the way it has to be. Mom understood that when I called her later and said she understood why the Blonde Sister had asked, but really, she shouldn't have. And you know,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
brumeux77 I had completely forgotten about what Houston does to me, especially now. Thank you for giving me the slap on the back of the head to remind me.
And I want to thank everyone who's been commenting and supporting me through this bizarre roller coaster ride I've been on. Do you know, I don't think I've spent this much time crying since I was a hormonal teenager! Auntie's not big on crying, even though she knows it's a relief. It's just so... exhausting, to be constantly on edge, and never knowing when the phone rings who is going to be on the other end or why. Though, I tell you, and I tell you for true, I take everything the Flaky Sister says with a grain of salt now. As my mother put it, she now has a tendency to be "overly dramatic" and Mom has forbidden her from being the one to call me when there's a problem or an emergency. That is now either the Blonde Sister's job, or my niece M's job.
I think I shall now curl up on the couch and read Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers until it is time to pick Miss Priss up. I know I should probably be writing, I do have things I'm working on, but... I'd rather read about Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane.
The Impertinent Daughter has gone back to school. Her stomach is still bothering her, and she keeps rubbing the upper left part of her tummy a little too often for my comfort, but the ultrasound shows her spleen and liver haven't changed, and the blood work that was done yesterday also shows everything is normal. She'll only be there for half a day today and tomorrow, and hopefully will be back to full time next week. She's still banned from her athletics class until after the 31st, for which I am grateful.
My dad is doing much better. He had a horrible weekend, which I didn't post about because it was so damned stressful and confusing that I couldn't think of what to say or how to express what was going on. Basically, everyone except THO and I were at Mom's, Dad was fine and enjoying the company, and then suddenly tanked. His blood sugar AND his blood pressure dropped dramatically (for those who know, his blood sugar was between 40 and 42), and he was out. The weekend home health care nurse was there, and was someone different from the one who is usually there, and basically screwed everything up before Mom and the Blonde Sister got riled enough to put a stop to it. Then, when Dad wasn't coming out of it like he should, the nurse told my family that Dad was very close to dying, and that they should stop all nutrition... *grimaces* I'm still pretty confused, but at least I know what happened now. I was upset all weekend, because they had to call me to get my okay to stop feeding him, and stop all meds except those for pain, and boy, wasn't that fun?
It all got sorted out by Monday, thank goodness. And Dad is now back on nutrition and all his regular meds, and Mom has called the home health care agency to report the nurse and ask that she never be sent to their home again.
As for my going to Houston, as you can all see, I didn't go. After I posted, I had looked at Miss Priss and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Like I said to THO, "I can't leave her. She needs me, and you know my policy. You and the kids will always come first." And that's the way it has to be. Mom understood that when I called her later and said she understood why the Blonde Sister had asked, but really, she shouldn't have. And you know,
brumeux77 I had completely forgotten about what Houston does to me, especially now. Thank you for giving me the slap on the back of the head to remind me.And I want to thank everyone who's been commenting and supporting me through this bizarre roller coaster ride I've been on. Do you know, I don't think I've spent this much time crying since I was a hormonal teenager! Auntie's not big on crying, even though she knows it's a relief. It's just so... exhausting, to be constantly on edge, and never knowing when the phone rings who is going to be on the other end or why. Though, I tell you, and I tell you for true, I take everything the Flaky Sister says with a grain of salt now. As my mother put it, she now has a tendency to be "overly dramatic" and Mom has forbidden her from being the one to call me when there's a problem or an emergency. That is now either the Blonde Sister's job, or my niece M's job.
I think I shall now curl up on the couch and read Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers until it is time to pick Miss Priss up. I know I should probably be writing, I do have things I'm working on, but... I'd rather read about Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane.
