Today in My History
2000: No entry
Books Read in 2018
Mirror Site for RSS Feed:
Some Background Links:
The story of Delicate Pooh
The story of the Piņata Group
Who IS this Gilbert person anyway?
BEST LAID PLANS
7 November 2018
For your edification and enlightenment today:
Anatidaephobia is defined as an irrational fear that one is being watched by a duck. The anatidaephobic individual fears that no matter where they are or what they are doing, a duck watches. Anatidaephobia is derived from the Greek word "anatidae", meaning ducks and "phobos" meaning fear. The person is not necessarily afraid of the duck. They only fear that the animal is watching them, keeping tabs on what they're doing throughout the day.
Stay away from Disney cartoons.
When Ned was here Monday, we made plans for our Wednesday. He would pack up his moveable spa, we would go to Atria, I would shower, we would take my mother to lunch in the main dining room and then he would take me to Nugget (our supermarket).
Walt tells me that the last time I shopped for groceries was June. (He also tells me they have reorganized Nugget so much I won't recognize it.) I am feeling strong enough to use a grocery cart as a walker and I miss those impulse purchases I like to make! So I was excited about our day.
After Ned went home, I remembered that this is blood test week and my doctor had also asked me to get a blood pressure check. That all sounds very simple, but my BP checks are NEVER simple. The BP is always borderline and the pulse is always one point above the high normal, so they try to get it back down again, and never can. Last time I was there for nearly an hour while they tried every trick to get me to be "normal" until they finally determined that I was not in danger of dying on my way to the parking lot and let me go.
Anyway, with the potential of a very long stop at Kaiser, I realized that it might be more time than Ned wanted to spend so I told him that the stop at Nugget could be optional, depending on time.
THEN I got a call from Atria that my mother had a lesion or something on her arm and that they had contacted her doctor. The doctor's nurse called and we set up an appointment for her for Wednesday. So now THAT was added to the mix.
I suggested to Ned that we just get my mother, go to Kaiser, and then take her to IHOP for lunch and do all the rest some other day.
So I was up most of the night watching election coverage. It was addicting. And I finally fell asleep around 6:30, to be awakened 2 hours later by another call from Atria saying that she had another of her "spells." Not sure I'm exactly clear on what happened, but this one seems to have been while she was walking and just stopped, bent over and was unresponsive for a bit. Fortunately she already had a doctor's appointment so I could talk with the doctor about that. I think her body is trying to die and she won't let it, frankly!
But we went to Atria and found her passed out in the community room, but not non-responsive, like before. I found out she had been "out" for about 10 minutes but eventually came to. We took her to Kaiser, where the doctor checked her wound and had it dressed, though there really wasn't anything wrong with her that time wouldn't cure. But it is now bandaged for the week and they even took my blood pressure to save me from having to make an extra stop.
I still had to get a blood test, but that went effortlessly and then we back to the car. My mother got in the car moaning "let's go home....I'm tired of all this." But she was up for lunch, so we went to nearby IHOP, went in, sat down and ordered coffee and water and started to look at the menu when my mother said "OH! I need to leave NOW." She had to go to the bathroom, but by the time she got up, it was too late. Her Depends got a lot of it, but not all and she was upset that it was running down her backside.
We left the coffee sitting there. I tried to pay for it, but the guy said that he couldn't just ring up coffee on the cash register, so he didn't charge us. We hadn't drunk any anyway.
We got her back to Atria and Ned took her in, leaving her clean up to the aids -- it's why we pay the big bucks (rising to >$7000 next year). He said by the time they started to clean her, it was really bad, and more like diarrhea.
After we left Atria, we drove back to just past Kaiser so I could stop at Office Max and buy cartridges for my printer.
We didn't even think about going to the supermarket.
Ned must be so exhausted after one of these days, dealing
with two feeble old ladies, trying to keep both of us upright with only one
walker. But he never complains. I hope he doesn't go home and
kick the dog.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Ned's post-election thoughts
I'd love it if you'd leave a comment!
Apparently someone decided I should approve comments before they appear
-- it wasn't me! --
HTML Guestbookis loading comments...
This is entry #6790