I am still here. Just exhausted. I will expound more later on our trip to the ER, Ashley's oral surgery, and my HORRIBLE day at work.
Right now, I just want to go to bed.
See you peeps tomorrow! Sweet dreams!
Oct 1, 2007
Sep 24, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
We've had two not so good days around here. Yesterday Dad almost fell when we went out to eat. He just barely made it to the booth with my help. If there had not been something for him to grab hold of he would have hit the floor. The bad part of this is that he does not tell me that he is feeling "weak" he just kind of spaces out on me. This in turn scares Autumn to death. She's no dummy. We have been down this road before. I got in front of him, made him look me in the eye, and asked him what was wrong. "I'm weak" was all he would say. I got him to the table and got some food in him.
We didn't rush, but I knew I had a ton of things to accomplish. I took him to his house, drug out the weed eater only to realize it would not work no matter how hard I tried. So off we went to the big box store to purchase another weed eater. They only had one option in a gas one. It works, but is not what I was hoping for. The humidity was bad and the weeds were well over knee high. It was a process to say the least. All the while Dad kept saying, "Go get me the lawn mower. I can mow this for you."
Right.
When it was time for bed I walked beside him. There are four steps he must climb to get to the upper part of the house. My muscles (and I use that term very loosely) were screaming from the work I had already done and now were protesting profusely in holding him in place so he would not fall. I honestly thought I was going to have to wake the kids to help me. I had to catch him, hold on, and encourage him to keep going. He had a death grip on the handrail. It took me about 10 minutes to get him up the stairs. This is the same man that walked Wednesday about 1000 feet from the front door to the cardiology office on his own. How scary is that? Needless to say I didn't get much sleep last night.
Today when I came home from work and decided to run out for sandwiches because of the late hour, he again told me that he couldn't walk. I once again had to "help" get him to the car. I made him do it anyway. If he doesn't try, if he just quits, then I am in trouble. On the way to the sub shop I mentioned that we should go ahead and purchase a shower chair. His response? I'll be able to do it tomorrow.
Sure Dad. I hope that I am wrong and you are right, but I am not holding my breath.
We didn't rush, but I knew I had a ton of things to accomplish. I took him to his house, drug out the weed eater only to realize it would not work no matter how hard I tried. So off we went to the big box store to purchase another weed eater. They only had one option in a gas one. It works, but is not what I was hoping for. The humidity was bad and the weeds were well over knee high. It was a process to say the least. All the while Dad kept saying, "Go get me the lawn mower. I can mow this for you."
Right.
When it was time for bed I walked beside him. There are four steps he must climb to get to the upper part of the house. My muscles (and I use that term very loosely) were screaming from the work I had already done and now were protesting profusely in holding him in place so he would not fall. I honestly thought I was going to have to wake the kids to help me. I had to catch him, hold on, and encourage him to keep going. He had a death grip on the handrail. It took me about 10 minutes to get him up the stairs. This is the same man that walked Wednesday about 1000 feet from the front door to the cardiology office on his own. How scary is that? Needless to say I didn't get much sleep last night.
Today when I came home from work and decided to run out for sandwiches because of the late hour, he again told me that he couldn't walk. I once again had to "help" get him to the car. I made him do it anyway. If he doesn't try, if he just quits, then I am in trouble. On the way to the sub shop I mentioned that we should go ahead and purchase a shower chair. His response? I'll be able to do it tomorrow.
Sure Dad. I hope that I am wrong and you are right, but I am not holding my breath.
Sep 22, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
When I decided to start writing this new blog I said that it would be at the least an every other day thing. Well, it's been six days. Six very long, very frustrating days. Work has not been my friend lately.
Dad had three doctor's appointments. It is somewhat of a release of the worry I have had over him lately to know where we stand and what is to be expected. However, it does not ease the panic when he says, "I don't feel well." I thought I was going to have to take him to the ER today. I called from work and he said he was okay. When I arrived home about 12:30 he said he was having trouble breathing. (panic button had hand hovering right over it.) I looked at him--he wasn't blue, he was talking, and it appeared that even though he obviously didn't feel well there was no reason to panic. A.llegra D to the rescue!! After going out and getting a refill of his pain meds, a few groceries, and in general just riding around, he seems remotely better. I admit I do wonder what I will do if he starts to go "bad" as the doctor said. Even though it has been eight years since Mom died, the image of her having repeated grand mal seizures is still fresh in my mind.
Oh my goodness....Autumn just made snicker doodles from scratch. Yum. I also made a recipe by my favorite southern cook PD that was called onion cheese bread. Oh my goodness, was it wonderful. I took that recipe and converted it to apple pecan coffee cake. Yum. It only has a quarter cup of sugar and then you drizzle it with glaze. I love to experiment when I have the time. Lately I just have not.
I have to go to dad's house tomorrow and finish the weed eating. Yuck. Do I have to? Yes, I know the answer. I still have tons to do around here. Maybe I can get some of it done next Friday and Saturday while I am at home with Ashley recuperating from her oral surgery.
Gotta run. I will try and post again tomorrow. Night everyone!
Dad had three doctor's appointments. It is somewhat of a release of the worry I have had over him lately to know where we stand and what is to be expected. However, it does not ease the panic when he says, "I don't feel well." I thought I was going to have to take him to the ER today. I called from work and he said he was okay. When I arrived home about 12:30 he said he was having trouble breathing. (panic button had hand hovering right over it.) I looked at him--he wasn't blue, he was talking, and it appeared that even though he obviously didn't feel well there was no reason to panic. A.llegra D to the rescue!! After going out and getting a refill of his pain meds, a few groceries, and in general just riding around, he seems remotely better. I admit I do wonder what I will do if he starts to go "bad" as the doctor said. Even though it has been eight years since Mom died, the image of her having repeated grand mal seizures is still fresh in my mind.
Oh my goodness....Autumn just made snicker doodles from scratch. Yum. I also made a recipe by my favorite southern cook PD that was called onion cheese bread. Oh my goodness, was it wonderful. I took that recipe and converted it to apple pecan coffee cake. Yum. It only has a quarter cup of sugar and then you drizzle it with glaze. I love to experiment when I have the time. Lately I just have not.
I have to go to dad's house tomorrow and finish the weed eating. Yuck. Do I have to? Yes, I know the answer. I still have tons to do around here. Maybe I can get some of it done next Friday and Saturday while I am at home with Ashley recuperating from her oral surgery.
Gotta run. I will try and post again tomorrow. Night everyone!
Sep 16, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
This
is how
I spent my Sunday afternoon.
Meet Ashley and the boyfriend.
God I feel old.
is how
I spent my Sunday afternoon.
Meet Ashley and the boyfriend.
God I feel old.
Sep 14, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
There is just nothing quite like high school football. Especially if your team won the championship. For the first time. Against your biggest rival.
The piles and piles of teenagers (wait---seems like I said I didn't like teenagers), the echoing reconnaissance of the band (yep mom to a flute player and a french horn player).
Then there is the thrill of the football players running onto the field amongst the cheerleaders and the band members, the fake fog,the cool night air, the soreness in your throat from screaming your fool head off at the players who cannot hear a word you are saying, and then there would be Morris.
The guy who sits beside me at the game.
My girls think it is hilarious. He bought me a season pass to the home games. My co-workers like to talk about him too. He likes to pat my knee, give me high-fives when we are winning, tell me what the penalties are before the ref says, and gives a play by play description of anything he believes I might not understand.
Oh, one more thing....
Did I mention his grandson was a senior and plays on the football team?
I didn't think that I did.
I would like to forget. It seems the harder I try not to encourage him the more trouble I get into. Oh wait...I forgot to mention that he is also related to a coworker--and the coworker came to one of the games. Yep. I am in serious trouble. Any ideas of what I should do?
Now, getting back to the football games. I love the game itself. My kids expect me to make a fool of myself, so I oblige them. I yell. I scream. I cheer. I move my fat @$$ to the beat of the drums. It is exhilarating and deep down I like to believe that my kids like the fact that I am interested in what they do. They often comment that their father never seems to be interested.
Ashley's boyfriend? He mustgo. now.
(I have tried to add photos tonight and it's not working. Check back over the weekend and I will let you get a glimpse of what I am trying to write)
Sep 13, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
I had a very good conversation with Ashley and Autumn's band director today. It helps to know that we are on the same page as far as the Jeff issue. It was rather funny that I didn't have to bring up Emily and Autumn. Mr. Lutz was quick to say that some intervention needed to happen. It helps that I didn't have to come right out and state everything. In and amongst the chaos that I call my life, it was nice to know that someone on the outside understood where I was coming from. Having a teenager is not fun...having a teenager being stalked by a boy who can't get over her not wanting to date him is hell.
Dad is doing somewhat okay today. He didn't want to walk the "safe" way to the car on the way to the high school, but the shorter route out the back door without the hand rail. I wouldn't let him. He has been way too unsteady and it's concrete out there. I can't even imagine how his bones would do if he were to fall out there. We have had enough issues lately without adding that one to the scenario. He has three appointments in two days time. It will absolutely wear him out, but I am hoping to get some answers. There has to be a reason that he is deteriorating this fast.
It's supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow. The football game is at home against Brentwood Academy. Next week is Blackman at Blackman. I can't hardly wait for the Gallatin game so that I can go watch Smyrna beat Skipper Gibson's team. It should be FUN!!
I have a recall on my Explorer, but I am confused about it. It says that it has to do with something about the cruise control...but my truck doesn't have cruise control. Therefore, I am confused as to whether I need to go and take it in or not. Oh well. Time will tell.
It's getting to be bedtime. Hope everyone has a wonderful evening!
Dad is doing somewhat okay today. He didn't want to walk the "safe" way to the car on the way to the high school, but the shorter route out the back door without the hand rail. I wouldn't let him. He has been way too unsteady and it's concrete out there. I can't even imagine how his bones would do if he were to fall out there. We have had enough issues lately without adding that one to the scenario. He has three appointments in two days time. It will absolutely wear him out, but I am hoping to get some answers. There has to be a reason that he is deteriorating this fast.
It's supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow. The football game is at home against Brentwood Academy. Next week is Blackman at Blackman. I can't hardly wait for the Gallatin game so that I can go watch Smyrna beat Skipper Gibson's team. It should be FUN!!
I have a recall on my Explorer, but I am confused about it. It says that it has to do with something about the cruise control...but my truck doesn't have cruise control. Therefore, I am confused as to whether I need to go and take it in or not. Oh well. Time will tell.
It's getting to be bedtime. Hope everyone has a wonderful evening!
Sep 10, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fall is in the air. It's amazing. It's my favorite time of the year. Hence the reason I have a daughter named "autumn." But you know that already, don't you?
I sat at the football game Saturday night wondering where I am and why. It's only been a week and a half since Dad moved in. I don't mind him being here at all. I had forgotten how much work it is to have someone disabled living with you. There is still a lot to do, a lot to straighten out, but it's getting there. He is not eating well and he is not taking his medicine correctly...
I sat at the football game Saturday night wondering where I am and why. It's only been a week and a half since Dad moved in. I don't mind him being here at all. I had forgotten how much work it is to have someone disabled living with you. There is still a lot to do, a lot to straighten out, but it's getting there. He is not eating well and he is not taking his medicine correctly...
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