January 2017 disappeared into a stubborn sinus infection and two hospital stays for the folks. We’re all on the mend now, thanks to doctors who are on the ball.
I wonder if our docs ever see their kids. They seem to live at their offices and the hospital. I don’t know how they manage 50 patients. The hubs, our daughter and I have only two we care for, and we fumble daily. God bless all those in the medical field. When their days are done here on earth, I hope they receive big fluffy beds in heaven they can sink into for eternity.
Mom developed pneumonia again last week and went to the hospital for three days, just to get a jump on the infection (which almost took her life in Nov.) with IV antibiotics. She’s now home on pills and doing OK. Her weary lungs are going to continue to be a problem, but at 96 1/2, they are bound to be tired.
Her cardiologist recommended we talk to Dad again about her “decline” and how we can let her go peacefully when the time comes – not intervene with tubes and such, which will be hard on her. Our tender-hearted daughter had the first opportunity to talk with Dad, and he welled up only once, she said. For my strong-minded, but heart-on-his-sleeve Dad, this is progress.
Dad spent a few days in the hospital himself two weeks ago, and is now in rehab. He’s still hoping for the magic pill to eliminate all his tremors, even though we repeatedly tell him there is no such thing. After a month off the CBD oil, he’s back on it, at a much higher dose. (The first two bottles didn’t affect the tremors, but did make him a bit loopy.)
I’m still on the fence about this stuff, and the hubs thinks it’s nutty to be spending a lot of money on something that, to date, has not proven to be effective for Dad. How long do we try different treatments, reduce their pot of money, fight the inevitable, argue with God about how long we’re going to live? If you have any answers, drop them below. We don’t know anymore.
The hubs was on vacation this week, which worked out well with the folks in the hospital. Rehab visits gave him a break from playing Angry Birds. We ate out too much and watched a lot of C-span, which were probably not on his original “to-do” list, but he did fix a wonky kitchen drawer, mow the lawn, and watch Dave the plumber install our new toilet tank, so all was not wasted. He also tried to fix our ailing laptop and took his car to the shop for some issues. The laptop is toast. The car repairs, more than we expected, will have to wait until April. After all, April is anutha’ day.
A nice event this month – our new fence went up. It was knocked down in Oct. when hurricane Matthew blew through. It’s so nice to hang out clothes again and not worry about the neighbors checking out our underwear. And our grand-dog can now visit and not sniff her way into the yard next door. Boundaries – I like ’em.
A super-fun event this month – grandson James turned 1. His folks had a party at a park with tons of friends and babies/toddlers galore. I held every baby I could get my hands on. James is happy little dude who patiently puts up with smooches from Nana. That won’t always be the case, so I’m gonna steal ’em while I can.