And the fun just keeps on rollin NOT

Mar 01, 2009

     Well where do I start. The Holidays this year was hard. I missed Mom so much it was not the same. Around Thanksgiving Chucks Mom called to tell us that she was feeling worse and from what I got out of talking to her she had given up. A few weeks before Christmas Chucks sister calls to say she don't think Dorothy will make it to the New Year. We go and spend time with her before Christmas and then we head to see My Dad and family for Christmas. So the family is staying with Dorothy 24/7 by then and I come home from my family to turn around and take my turn on Dec. 26. When I get there it is hard to believe how far down hill she has gone in 3 days. Chucks sister comes to take her brother home and she realizes that the end is almost here. So she takes him home and then comes back. Hospice is suppose to be handling things but they are not doing a very good job.  For hours we watch her suffer until the right amount of the right kind of medication finally helps. On Saturday the 27 she is in a coma. Family members come to say good bye. Its a long emotional day. Her pastor come in during the late afternoon to see her. He prays with her and us and then feels the need to sing Amazing Grace. Shortly after he leaves while a "know it all" lady who lives in the apartment complex is standing there telling us that she will not die anytime soon because her feet are still pink. She passes. During this time a strange thin happened. I was watching the fish tank she kept. all the fishes hid not a fish was out swimming. They all where still in the corners of the tank like they knew what was going on. So we call hospice they come by and start things rolling call the funeral home etc.... But  they don't clean her up or stick around to help the funeral home guy. They just leave. He goes to move her from the bed to his stretcher and Chuck and I stick around. Good thing. He cant lift her by himself so I have to help him move her. He said usually hospice sticks around to help. Now the kids have lost both Grandmas in the same year.
         Fast forward to Feb. Sarah gets sick with some type of stomach bug. on the 1st. By the 2nd Chuck has it too. They both are getting well when the boys get it on the 4th. I manage to keep well until the 5th. Every one gets well except for me. I keep having pain in my right side. But I am stubborn and just decide to ignore it. Finally the pain is getting where I can't sleep. So I decide to call the Dr. on the 10th. The Dr says it is most likely just the bug still but he wants a CT scan just to make sure. So I leave the Dr and drive 45 minutes to the hospital for a CT scan. I don't call home because hubby is sleeping and I will be home before he wakes up. So I have the scan and am sitting waiting for the lady to call me to the window and send me home so I wait and wait. Finally she calls me up and says that I am being directly admitted and have appendicitis and will be having surgery soon. I keep saying I need to call my hubby he don't even know I am at the hospital. The next hour is a three ring circus. 20 people are asking me questions they are trying to do blood work and IV. I have to talk to surgeon and the anesthesiologist . My hubby still hasn't shown up and I am wheeled down to the OR. So I spend almost 2 days in hospital and am off work for a week. (real long story about why I had to go back to work so/too soon)
         On a small brighter note I am getting ready to start a second job at the nursing home I worked as an CNA at during nursing school. I hope that helps with our ever growing money shortage. But before I can do too much there I am having a thermal ablation to help with female problems that are causing me to be anemic. Yeah more surgery. So that should almost catch us up to date still way too fat, still way too broke and still depressed. Oh well might as well get used to it.

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