Prayer Request

If you are a praying person, please pray for my Moma. She is in congestive heart failure. The home health nurses are coming out Thursday to evaluate her. Dr. Robinson will probably give her more Lasix, but who knows? She is miserable...but mainly with her hemorrhoids. We go from constipation to worse things!

One quick funny before I sign off. Tonight we were riding to meet Rebekah with her medicine (that I have major guilt over, but that is another story). I made Moma ride with me so Kerry could work in the yard. On the way home, she looked at me so confused and said, "Where was I when you picked me up?" God love her, I guess she thought she had been away from home and I came and got her!!! lol

Saturday Bath

Today was bath day. She didn't much like it but we did it anyway. She seems to be more "with it" than usual, but complaining ferociously about....you got it...constipation. This is a very common thing with her though. Even when she was living by herself, she talked about it.
If anyone is around when I begin to fall apart, tell my kids if the conversation turns to constipation on a fairly regular basis to not hesitate, put my tail in the nursing home, and never look back!

The Status

Her most recent status is:
child-like
confused
questioning
deaf
busy
nosy
complaining
lost
sad
I cannot for the life of me figure out why God is keeping her here. I cannot stand my precious, funny grandmother being this way. I hate it! HATE IT!!!

My honesty is not pleasant, but necessary for YOU....in case you face this one day.

Help, I've fallen and I can't get up

I have been contemplating for several days what to post next, but after the events of this afternoon, I have the subject!
This afternoon, Moma got up from her nap, came into the kitchen, and said, "I'm going crazy back there in my bedroom". I said, "Really? Why?" Then she grabbed herself and said, "I'm about to pee..." and off she went to Kerry's bathroom (He would groan if he had been here. He hates that!) I was getting ready to fix her supper, when I heard "HEY" "HEY, COME HERE!" "COME IN HERE". I went around the corner, and there she was sprawled out in the bathroom floor on her knees. She fell of the toilet. (It is okay to laugh). Her hand was bleeding from a skin tear, which is very common for her. I got her up, put her back on the toilet, and began attending to her wound. After I fed her, I put her to bed.

I'm gonna have my way or die trying!

Tonight at supper, we had grilled chicken breasts, salad and baked potatoes. Moma immediately began trying to give away half her food. She tore off the top of the chicken, and tried to get me and Kerry to take it. I said, "Leave it on your plate and if you don't eat it, I'll wrap it up for later". Then she offered me her roll (I took it from her to shut her up). She asked again about the chicken breast. And kept saying, "I hate to just waste it". Again, I said, "Leave it!" As soon as I turned my head, she snatched it up and plopped it down on the butter lid, and shoved it across the table at me. IT'S HER WAY OR NO WAY, so just get used to it. Aughhhhh!!!!!!

Ensure Fever

Short post tonight.
Moma is obsessed with her Wal-Mart version of Ensure drinks. I quit buying them because she was eating and gaining weight. Sue bought her some recently and now she is like an addict. At this writing, she has had 4 today.

Monday

Today is the first day of my spring break. Sue is working this week (4 days), so I can get some stuff done. Today I did my running around: bought groceries, paid some bills, and ate at Julio's in Hokes Bluff! Yummmmm...however, 8 hours later and I still taste the garlic. Oh yes! I walked 3 miles today. Time to get back to the serious walking. That piddley 2 miles ain't cutting it. Enough about me.
Moma suddenly today decided that she no longer wants left-overs. According to her, that is all we feed her. And, not only that! She has green beans with every meal. I don't know where she gets that because I despise green beans. I cook them for Kerry and Bek some, but not often! It is so funny how she devises these things in her head.
Just now, she snapped my head off because I heard her dropping something and I went down there to check on her. She said, "I ain't hurting nothing! Y'all beat everything I've ever seen running every time I make a fuss". But God forbid she fall and I not be there..........

Woo Hoo

I remember when my mother and Moma got these mink stoles. My uncle lived in New York, and he got them for my dad and my grandfather to present to their gals. They were so proud of them. I am now the proud owner of this lovely "skunk".

Easter

Kerry and I were able to go to church together today. Our son came home and stayed with Moma. He was supposed to have her dressing to go eat at Kerry's mother's house when we got home, but she was sound asleep. I aroused her from a dead sleep, and had her dressed before she knew what hit her. It was like an ambush! She was digging in her drawer, and looked up and me and said, "What am I looking for?" lol As we started out the door, Kerry had her by the arm, she said, "Well I feel like I've forgotten to put something on", and she bent down and pulled her skirt up to her waist! It was precious! Kerry looked so funny. He said, "Julie, I'm gonna kill her". lol It was hilarious.
At Glenda's house, we sat her down while I fixed her plate. I was careful to put a little of everything on her plate because she is all about equality at dinner. The ONLY thing I left off was corn on the cob because she can't eat it without me cutting it off, plus she had corn salad on her plate already. I took her plate to her, and began fixing mine. When I sat down, she inspected my plate as usual, and said, "Cut me a little of your corn". As we say at school, "That's about right".
Note: Easter pictures coming!

I'm gonna puke!

Today we are back to that dreaded status, "I'm gonna puke". She got up from the breakfast table saying that. She took a nap, then got up for lunch. I fixed her chicken noodle soup, mostly broth, hoping to not upset her stomach. She kept sticking out her tongue while eating. Then she suddenly said, "I can't eat anymore!" I asked her if she was sick but she kept saying, "I can't explain it". Could she have lost her taste? or just an appetite? She hasn't eaten enough in 3 days to keep a bird alive. What gives?

The Cable's Out

Today, we had storms. Early in the day, the power went out, but they got it back on before too long. However, this afternoon, the storms got kind of fierce. After they appeared to be over, the stupid cable went out. "Hey Julie, I wish you'd come down here and see why my radio won't play". (radio=TV) I said, "Moma, the cable is out". "Whaaat??" "THE CABLE IS OUT!!" She said, "Reckon why?" I reminded her of the afternoon's storms (that she really wanted to get torn up about). "Oh....well, when will it be back on?" I said, "Moma, look at my TV, it is out down here as well as in your room. I don't know when they'll get it back on". She looked at me like I had 2 heads and said, "Ok, well when yours comes back on, come down here and see if you can figure out why mine won't play". AUGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A new perm

Yesterday Moma got her perm! We have listened to that spill for weeks about her needing a perm. Sue took her, and something went wrong. They must have been behind because when Sue went back to get her, they were just getting started. She was at the beauty shop from 10 until 3. When they finished with her, Sue got her to the door and she started puking! She had had NO lunch but the precious princess was full of brownies and other such junk! So put all that sweet stuff in your stomach and then breathe in some perm solution.....Ahhhhhhh.....yeah I'd puke too.
She laid down when they got home, whining about her stomach hurting and being sick. She slept about an hour and got up. I met her in the kitchen and offered her some saltines. She said, "I don't want those" I said, "I thought they would help settle your stomach." In that high pitched defensive voice she said, "There ain't nothing wrong with my stomach!"
Whatever.....

A Big Woman

Remember those jokes that started "She was a biiiiiiig woman...."? They came home to haunt me today. I was sitting in the sun today on our deck. Moma came out to visit (ha!). She stood over me like she was sizing me up. I was reading my book just trying to get a little color on these lily white legs. She said, "How much do you weigh?" I said, "What difference does it make?" She said, "Reason I asked, I was just looking at your fat legs". (Quick note: when she gets defensive, her voice gets real high pitched). I said, "Gee, thanks Moma". She said, (in her high pitched voice)"Well...there ain't nothing wrong with that. You're a big woman!" AAAAIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Packing up

Seriously, I knew this day would come. I have just been in denial. I've tried to convince myself it would not become a problem, but yesterday I woke up. When I came home from school, Sue met me at the door. I said, "It's starting to sprinkle, but if you hurry, you can beat the rain!" She had that look...."Come here and let me show you what she's done." Being the infuriating busy body that she is, she would not put up the crochet basket and the jar of needles when Sue told her to. She insisted on putting them up on the Victorian marble top table and "sortering" through them (in her words). Sue asked her, told her, begged her to put them up because she was afraid she was going to knock off one of my mother's precious antiques. However, she only broke the olive jar that held the needles. Sue was so mad at her. Moma kept screaming "They're mine!! They're MINE!!" AND???????????? So, being the queen of proactive action, I am packing up all my mother's precious antique glassware and putting them in boxes in my basement. I guess when I finish the living room and dining room, I'll go ahead and face all the other "possibilities" around her and deal with those. Sigh..........