Anybody want a free cat???? She has been fixed and declawed (front paws only). She has NEVER been outside. The dogs are next if they don't get their act together!
Dad is still in the hospital and says he "might" come home tomorrow. Right. He comes home tomorrow I will poop a brick in my pants. He had a nuclear CT scan tonight. Hopefully we will hear the results of that in the morning. Something has got to give.
Today has not been the best of Mondays. I am ready for a few days off. I told my boss this morning that I would not be working Saturday, that I needed some time off. He doesn't seem to really care one way or the other as long as I get the new payroll system figured out. Let me just say that I will be making multiple phone calls tomorrow to get it figured out. I need this done so that I can concentrate on other things. There is not really much to talk about tonight. I am counting down the days until we go to Greeneville to orientation. Kind of silly for me to be looking forward to taking Ashley to orientation, but I get to GET AWAY!!!
Night peeps. I will let you know if there is news on Dad's condition.
Jun 30, 2008
Jun 29, 2008
June 29, 2008
The roller-coaster ride continues. Dad was admitted to the hospital yesterday. This time it is not his heart. After meeting with the lung specialist and Dad's on-call doctor, it is determined that another specialist, another CT scan, and a few other tests are needed on top of the CT scan that has already been done and the multiple upon multiple blood draws. This doctor seems determined to get to the bottom of the issue, but has named a few scary things (such as pulmonary embolism) as possible scenarios. I am beyond guessing at this point. It just doesn't pay. I just wonder how many things can continue to be wrong with him. This is admission #4 for this year.
I received confirmation that Gerald will be here the 18th. I have lots to do in between then and now, and really don't see how it will all happen. It doesn't matter, I have to try. There are a few things that must happen. Clean the carport (about a two hour job), rearrange the den (about two to three hours), and then do molding work in the den and in the hallway. I then have to patch the hole in the wall in the bathroom closet from repairing the plumbing. Then, I need to build the half wall in the kitchen on the backside of the bar. Then, depending on how much time is left (HA!!) I will regroup and see what is left to be done.
I have called Greg like four or five times to update him on what is wrong with Dad. He doesn't answer his phone. When I call Lora's phone it goes straight to voicemail. I find it ridiculous that he knows Dad is in the hospital, has not called for an update, and then, when I have something to tell him he isn't where I can talk to him. He hasn't bothered to call me back. Honestly, I don't know that I want to talk to him. I feel like I am the older sister and he is the baby.
I promised a list for changing my life. Well, I have to say that Dad preempted that with this unexpected trip to the hospital. I will get back to that. I am determined to do some things that I feel are beneficial for me and what I believe my life is supposed to be. I would have to say that knowing that I am over Bill was a big step in that direction. It doesn't hurt as much to think about what he promised, what he did, and where he is now. I know that it was never meant to be. I am grateful that maybe I was able to keep him from hurting someone else and her children. That means a lot. I believe that I will never date again, but that in and of itself does not mean that life is over. There is a lot that I can accomplish without a man in my life. I am sort of anxious to see what that will entail.
More tomorrow.
I received confirmation that Gerald will be here the 18th. I have lots to do in between then and now, and really don't see how it will all happen. It doesn't matter, I have to try. There are a few things that must happen. Clean the carport (about a two hour job), rearrange the den (about two to three hours), and then do molding work in the den and in the hallway. I then have to patch the hole in the wall in the bathroom closet from repairing the plumbing. Then, I need to build the half wall in the kitchen on the backside of the bar. Then, depending on how much time is left (HA!!) I will regroup and see what is left to be done.
I have called Greg like four or five times to update him on what is wrong with Dad. He doesn't answer his phone. When I call Lora's phone it goes straight to voicemail. I find it ridiculous that he knows Dad is in the hospital, has not called for an update, and then, when I have something to tell him he isn't where I can talk to him. He hasn't bothered to call me back. Honestly, I don't know that I want to talk to him. I feel like I am the older sister and he is the baby.
I promised a list for changing my life. Well, I have to say that Dad preempted that with this unexpected trip to the hospital. I will get back to that. I am determined to do some things that I feel are beneficial for me and what I believe my life is supposed to be. I would have to say that knowing that I am over Bill was a big step in that direction. It doesn't hurt as much to think about what he promised, what he did, and where he is now. I know that it was never meant to be. I am grateful that maybe I was able to keep him from hurting someone else and her children. That means a lot. I believe that I will never date again, but that in and of itself does not mean that life is over. There is a lot that I can accomplish without a man in my life. I am sort of anxious to see what that will entail.
More tomorrow.
Jun 26, 2008
June 26, 2008
I had a really bad day yesterday. It was my birthday and I had talked to Bill twice the day before. Talking to him brought back more emotions than I had anticipated and before I hung up the phone I was crying once again. I left a message on his blog not to call me again. He has obviously made his choices since he has a new girlfriend, promised her the same things that he promised me, and promised things to her children that he will never fulfill. I am glad that I warned her that he wouldn't. I don't want anyone else's children hurt by him like mine have. I want nothing further to do with him. Since I made that decision, I have felt better. I just hate that even though I didn't talk to him on my birthday that he was able to ruin it anyway. I have made my peace with the fact that I will never marry and that I will never have another child. It hurts that he took that away from me, but there has to be something else out there to look forward to.
I am tired today. I am tired most days, so that's nothing unusual in and of itself. Autumn made me a chocolate pound cake for a belated birthday cake. I just couldn't do it yesterday. I really need a break from caring for dad, but I honestly do not believe I will get one until he is gone. He is hard to take care of and it's hard to know how to meet his needs. He complains about everything, and insists on things being done his way whether the rest of us like it or not. Usually I would not tolerate such behaviour out of any many, but my father gets to do it and I just go on.
Ashley broke up with Sean last night. Poor girl cried most of the night. She even came and got in bed with me, which is extremely unusual. She needed some mom time I guess. She has always been such a daddy's girl that it's difficult for me at times. It was kind of nice to have her laying there wanting Mom. Anyway, it appears that she will survive. I can't say that I am sad to see Sean go. He has been a thorn in my side since day one. I can't wait for her to date someone that I find is a good match for her. I hope that she waits for that match. God knows I don't want someone like Bill Weber coming along and trying to date my child.
I find that when I need to make changes in my outlook on things and what I want to happen in my life that I need to make lists. I am way too tired to do this tonight, but I have been thinking about it all day. I will probably post a couple of lists on here in the next few days. It will be interesting to see if it helps my mood.
Good night Internet.
I am tired today. I am tired most days, so that's nothing unusual in and of itself. Autumn made me a chocolate pound cake for a belated birthday cake. I just couldn't do it yesterday. I really need a break from caring for dad, but I honestly do not believe I will get one until he is gone. He is hard to take care of and it's hard to know how to meet his needs. He complains about everything, and insists on things being done his way whether the rest of us like it or not. Usually I would not tolerate such behaviour out of any many, but my father gets to do it and I just go on.
Ashley broke up with Sean last night. Poor girl cried most of the night. She even came and got in bed with me, which is extremely unusual. She needed some mom time I guess. She has always been such a daddy's girl that it's difficult for me at times. It was kind of nice to have her laying there wanting Mom. Anyway, it appears that she will survive. I can't say that I am sad to see Sean go. He has been a thorn in my side since day one. I can't wait for her to date someone that I find is a good match for her. I hope that she waits for that match. God knows I don't want someone like Bill Weber coming along and trying to date my child.
I find that when I need to make changes in my outlook on things and what I want to happen in my life that I need to make lists. I am way too tired to do this tonight, but I have been thinking about it all day. I will probably post a couple of lists on here in the next few days. It will be interesting to see if it helps my mood.
Good night Internet.
Jun 24, 2008
June 24, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!! WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU.
I had a wonderful morning after speaking to "TN" last night. It was like a weight was lifted off of me. I had thought that after not hearing from Bill last night that I wouldn't, but he called twice today. I didn't want to talk and didn't have time to talk. He said he would call back later, but didn't. Just as well. There is nothing to talk about. I expressed to him what I needed to. He can go back to being dead to me. (oh no, MR. BILL!!).
Okay, that was bad, even for me.
It's been a long work day. There are issues greater than just our software, but my hands are tied and I feel like I am beating my head against a brick wall in order just to listen to them. I get tired of the two-year-old gotta-have-it-my-way mentality in the office. I RULE, not you. NO, I RULE. Whatever. Just go do your blankety blank job.
Enough. I didn't come back after all this time to rant and bitch. It's been a hard year. Dad has been in the hospital three times, the first requiring 35 days in-patient. Both of the other two (one which ended a week ago) required a weeks stay and five days stay respectively. At this point if we go to the ER we know we are staying. I have a permanent bag packed.
Ashley is getting nervous about starting college. It seems unreal to me that she is no longer in high school. She, of course, has already asked that if she didn't like being away can she transfer back home and move back in. LOL. Like I wouldn't let her. We go the 18th of July for orientation, paperwork, etc. She moves in August 14th. It will be here before I am ready for it.
Poor Autumn has not been able to drive much. I just don't have time to let her learn between taking care of Dad, working 50+ hours a week, and then doing what housework has to be done. There just isn't enough of me to go around. Autumn has been baby sitting, but now that her charges are off visiting grandma and grandpa she needs to find a real job. The problem is that she cannot drive herself to find said job.Repeat from paragraph beginning.
Unfortunately I don't have the energy to even attend church right now. I miss it horribly. That doesn't mean that my faith is any less or that my beliefs are in question. They are not. I know who my God is and He knows me. I have found that since I was told that my writings were too emotional to read, that I second guess myself and then choose not to write. My writing has often been an outlet for me. Maybe now I can get back to something that I love. There are definitely lots of things to write about. Nothing that I feel like writing at the moment though. Hang in there Internet. The real -gwyn is going to return!!
I had a wonderful morning after speaking to "TN" last night. It was like a weight was lifted off of me. I had thought that after not hearing from Bill last night that I wouldn't, but he called twice today. I didn't want to talk and didn't have time to talk. He said he would call back later, but didn't. Just as well. There is nothing to talk about. I expressed to him what I needed to. He can go back to being dead to me. (oh no, MR. BILL!!).
Okay, that was bad, even for me.
It's been a long work day. There are issues greater than just our software, but my hands are tied and I feel like I am beating my head against a brick wall in order just to listen to them. I get tired of the two-year-old gotta-have-it-my-way mentality in the office. I RULE, not you. NO, I RULE. Whatever. Just go do your blankety blank job.
Enough. I didn't come back after all this time to rant and bitch. It's been a hard year. Dad has been in the hospital three times, the first requiring 35 days in-patient. Both of the other two (one which ended a week ago) required a weeks stay and five days stay respectively. At this point if we go to the ER we know we are staying. I have a permanent bag packed.
Ashley is getting nervous about starting college. It seems unreal to me that she is no longer in high school. She, of course, has already asked that if she didn't like being away can she transfer back home and move back in. LOL. Like I wouldn't let her. We go the 18th of July for orientation, paperwork, etc. She moves in August 14th. It will be here before I am ready for it.
Poor Autumn has not been able to drive much. I just don't have time to let her learn between taking care of Dad, working 50+ hours a week, and then doing what housework has to be done. There just isn't enough of me to go around. Autumn has been baby sitting, but now that her charges are off visiting grandma and grandpa she needs to find a real job. The problem is that she cannot drive herself to find said job.Repeat from paragraph beginning.
Unfortunately I don't have the energy to even attend church right now. I miss it horribly. That doesn't mean that my faith is any less or that my beliefs are in question. They are not. I know who my God is and He knows me. I have found that since I was told that my writings were too emotional to read, that I second guess myself and then choose not to write. My writing has often been an outlet for me. Maybe now I can get back to something that I love. There are definitely lots of things to write about. Nothing that I feel like writing at the moment though. Hang in there Internet. The real -gwyn is going to return!!
Oct 1, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
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!
Right now, I just want to go to bed.
See you peeps tomorrow! Sweet dreams!
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!
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