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  1. No Stars In My Eyes

    Saturday July 20th 2019

    S'funny, but I wrote an entry last evening and forgot to post it; there it was when I opened up my laptop just now. So I clicked on post, which should have made it the last post for Friday....but now I have NO idea where it has ended up...OH WELL!!! Last night hubby "read her her title" as he rewrapped Nannie's arm and wrist and taped the beejeebers out of it from fingers to elbow with that ridged, silk tape. She's got a wild hair (you know where) and was carrying on about her house and people trying to take away all of her things. I told her I didn't want her house, ALL I wanted was for her to leave her cast on until her Dr's appt Tuesday. But now she has again mis-aligned her wrist bones by stubbornly not letting us help her up from the recliner to go pee. She was yelling at us to leave her alone, she's 90 years old and she's been doing for herself and everybody else for her whole life and she may have memory problems but she's not stupid, on and on. Meanwhile she had her right knuckles in a fist and was pushing down really hard on the arm of the recliner, trying to raise her 183 lb butt up off the seat...THAT'S when we noticed her wrist was an "S" or a dogleg again, so she has obviously rebroken it from where they set it at the ER. After a while of spouting off about not letting anybody take her house from her. Hubby told her nobody is trying to take anything away. She wanted a lawyer, she said. (She's got one) Hubby went outside to cool off, even though it was still 80 degrees and VERY humid. While he was out, something she said made her start crying. I thought "GOOD!" because she has not cried at all for a long, long time, and she needed to release some of that tension she holds by always wanting to argue and prove she's right and nothing is/was her fault. Sooooo defensive, and not just since her dementia has gotten a harder grip on her. And she holds grudges, or at least the ones she remembers. She thought my hubby was HER (now deceased) husband and reamed him out about going to Florida (he was a professional big-rig truck driver) to see 'all those women friends" of his. He did see one woman down there, a few times, over the course of a month......59 years ago, and she NEVER let him forget she found out about it. Of course, he did 'give up' his woman friend immediately at the time, and lived the straight and narrow ever since. But she threw it up in his face allllll the time. Hubby told her "I am NOT your husband, I am your SON!" and she looked up at him, puzzled, and said, "Well who is that woman sitting over there?" (me) He said, "THAT WOMAN has been my wife for 30 years!" Well, at least she soon forgot that she thought I was that woman!" Hubby was way more stressed out than I was, and he hadn't slept much the night before (when I stayed up all night and kept re-wrapping her arm). I told him I would stay down in the den last night. Don't know if I mentioned that we were given a baby monitor w/camera; that makes it a lot easier to keep an eye and ear on her. We had switched her from her opioid to plain Tylenol, which didn't help, and then we tried two 200 mg ibuprofen. TA-DA! That, with her arguing and crying, had worn her out so much that she only got up at midnight and 1:30 AM to use the bathroom. Then she slept a solid 8 hours! A miracle! AND she has not messed with her cast or tried to remove the tape even one time. I went out and did the grocery shopping early this morning. Hubby said she got up at 10:30 AM, used the BR, and said she wanted to go back to bed. While she was up, he gave her the morning meds and two more ibuprof's, but she said she didn't want to get up and come out to the recliner, she wanted to go back to bed. It is now 12 noon, and I think she's starting to wake up. I think. She's not snoring and she's moved her good hand through her hair a few times, although otherwise is still. Hubby went upstairs to take a nap, and I am keeping myself busy here on line, with the monitor beside me. *I* feel much better today because I slept solidly last night, since Nannie slept, too. That's all for now, and it's QUITE enough. I've been reading y'all's posts, but haven't 'addressed' you much. As you can tell, my head has been in the thunderclouds, so I've been rather preoccupied....Only 3 & 1/2 days until her Dr's appt., and I go see the PT on Monday AM. Everyone have a good weekend.
  2. No Stars In My Eyes

    Friday July 19, 2019

    PS: 'cause I can't edit fast enough to add something else: Happy Birthday today to BCg, Happy Birthday on Monday to Spidey, with whom I share a birth-date.
  3. No Stars In My Eyes

    Friday July 19, 2019

    Nannie completely removed her ace wraps and temporary cast 5 X in 12 hrs. She hides her arms under the covers and sneaks it off. Tonight we'll sit on top of her, I guess. The doctor won't see her until Tuesday. We are hoping the swelling goes down by then so she can have the permanent cast put on. It's been a horrible 24 hours for all of us. Called 211 and the woman gave me the number for a phone hotline offering counseling/family support for caregivers of people with memory problems; It's run by Duke University Hospital. I don't feel too sociable today....imagine that! Anyway, over and out for now.
  4. It's not quite midnight yet on the left coast, but it's been Wednesday here for the past 2 & 1/2 hours, so I'd say this can qualify as a Good Morning post. Hope today's Wednesday Daily Diary, started in the early-EARLY morning by someone who mostly posts late afternoons, doesn't get lost in cyberspace. Maybe if a guide can sees, he/she could meld/weld, and otherwise join any other posts (maybe started a bit later by one to three of "The Trinity"?) I'm sure we'd all appreciate it. So would you like to start this middle-of-the-week day with a really awful joke told to me by a little 4 yr old girl this AM as we waited in line at the pharmacy? You'll just have to picture a young thin little girl giggling, hopping, jumping, just really-really-really wanting to tell me her joke, and the squealing that she did when she delivered the punchline.....[get ready] Q.) What is green and bumpy and jumps up and down? A.) A cucumber with the hiccups. Hey, I never said it was funny! I am up in the den doing night-duty; Nannie has been up three times in about 4 hours, to go pee. The dogs are spending the night down here with me. Wish you could have seen Ozzie acting a little concerned when it was past 11 PM and we usually go upstairs at 10:30 PM .And the little hop, wiggle, and wag of excitement from Pippy when I brought my pillows and comforter down and set them on the sofa. She immediately took up her usual spot glued to my right hip and sighed with contentment when I put the corner of the comforter over her. I'm going to doze a tad because I won't get fired for doing so. GOOD MORNING! Hope everyone has a decent day today!
  5. No Stars In My Eyes

    First word that comes to mind.....

    Lassie Come Home
  6. No Stars In My Eyes

    How about a Game of Questions?

    Why not what?
  7. No Stars In My Eyes

    Wednesday, July 17, 2019, G'Morning Y'All.....

    Nannie Sun-Downer, somewhat whacked on Norco: "It's news to me! Since WHEN have I had a broken wrist? This is the first I've heard of it!" Fumbling with the ace-wrap: "I really don't like these pajamas, can you get me one without sleeves?" To hubby: "Will you call the coach and let him know I can't play tonight? Or if you're going to go to bat tonight, you can just tell him when you get there." "You know, my right hand feels like I can't use it." "Take that pitcher off the table over there, it belongs over on the other side." (I say, Nannie, open your eyes. I think you are dreaming.) She opens her eyes and says: "There's just no sense in leaving that pitcher on the bench."
  8. No Stars In My Eyes

    Wednesday, July 17, 2019, G'Morning Y'All.....

    I did get some sleep, but much to my dismay/disgust, after 4 AM when I apparently conked out, Nannie sneaked out of bed and to the bathroom TWICE! She said, "I didn't want to bother you..." Well, her ace wrap has crept from over near the tips of her fingers to down where the fingers join the hand. I know they want to wait for the swelling to go down before they cast it, but I'm afraid that with all her fidgeting and using her fingers too much, she will discombobulate the wrist bones. I spoke with the nurse where Nannie is supposed to go this next Tuesday to have her wrist re-x-ray'd and possibly casted...my concern is that with Nannie's dementia, she forgets from minute to minute....I wanted to ask, is she allowed to USE her fingers as much as she is, in the ways she is doing? I think prolly not. I told Nannie I could get a 2x4 and duct tape her from elbow to fingertips so she could NOT use her fingers/thumb, but first I'll give the hand specialist a chance to throw his opinion in the ring about this matter. The nurse said she will leave the doc a message about it; he is supposed to stop by the office tomorrow AM, and then he would be off until the day of her appt. The nurse said she would call me tomorrow after she talks with him. Oddly enough, slipping into the HHA role, doing pt care for Nannie, is a part of me that is so ingrained, I don't get so irritated with her. It's sitting around with her, being around her ALL THE TIME that makes me crazy. Even hubby said that as soon as I started coming up with ways to position her, help her ambulate to the BR, using all the tricks I've learned over the years with the personal care and dressing, etc.....he noticed the change in my manner of dealing with Nannie right away. Well, heck, let me toot my own horn here, I am an EXCELLENT and EFFICIENT (and fun) caregiver; it's my second skin. I go to my spine guy tomorrow AM; don't expect any big changes or decisions; just want to maximize my physical strength to minimize this degenerative pain...if possible! ....I'll let ya know how it goes.
  9. No Stars In My Eyes

    Tuesday July 16, 2019

    I'm almost ready to tape her right-hand's fingers all around with duct tape! Every single time I stop her from doing one thing, next thing I know she is using them for something else.....grabbing for something to hold onto, trying to use a cane with the right instead of the left hand, and so on and so forth. It is kinda funny, actually, but right this moment I'd just like to say: SCREEEEEEECH!
  10. No Stars In My Eyes

    Tuesday July 16, 2019

    Too late to edit.... Tweety. I went back and read the previous posts again, and when I came to where you talked about a half-walker, picturing Nannie with various ambulation devices and/or the walker she has now with an arm rest on one side of it; then I was thinking about the scooter used by those who can just weight-bear on one side, while their knee and shin rest on the 'seat' part. But in my mind's eye, picturing her trying to use a half-walker, I started to giggle, then laugh and laugh until I cried , and until my cheeks and tummy were sore. Reckon I needed a tension release? Anyway, that good laugh was wonderful, and I still get a residual half-giggle every now and again, so thanks!
  11. No Stars In My Eyes

    Tuesday July 16, 2019

    j22, the thing about Nannie is that she is physically actually pretty healthy for her age. It's just her brain that's disappearing. After talking w/ the pharmacist -- he said one 650 mg Tylenol 4-6 hr during the day was good, and save the Narco for the night-time if we wanted to. But later, when it came time due for another Tylenol, she was c/o so much pain, hubby and I decided to give her a Narco, for both the pain, and to see how it would physically affect her. I went out to pick up a take-out supper, and when I got back, hubby told me that she'd gotten MORE LUCID. I don't see it, but he said they had "a good, deep talk" while I was out. Nice for hubby, but it won't stick with Nannie. Which reminds me, in a humorous aside, I knew a teacher once who used to work with her students to think more critically; she'd say, "Well you can FLING it, but can you make it STICK?" This evening I'm set on automatic-repetitiveness, kind of like a loop-tape, or do I mean a tape-loop? Anyway, it's lots of variations of this: "DON'T use those fingers! No, not to hold anything, not to lift or pull on anything, not to brace yourself with, not to practice moving each finger to the thumb. No! NOTHING! Pretend you don't even HAVE a right hand!" The finger-bone's connected to the wrist-bone She won't be seeing the Ortho doc until a week from today! A WEEK! Christmas Day, [I am saying, in place of a good, hearty, unacceptable-to- TOS-cussing] by next week, Nannie'll end up having to have surgery from getting that wrist all out of whack (IMHO). We have a cold-pack on which one side has a felt finish; So Nannie has her eyes closed, her arm/hand raised on a pillow, the cold pack on top of her arm, with the fuzzy side up, stroking it like it is a cat! Lala, norco buzz! She says things like, "This right hand feels like I can't even USE it!" Yuh, that's the (in a N.E. accent:) idear. Adjusting my head with another Braves baseball game, because the 'good stuff' is illegal. Phooey.
  12. No Stars In My Eyes

    Tuesday July 16, 2019

    Poor ol hubby did not rest well on the sofa last night. He thought he heard something, got up, and there was Nannie standing in the hall between bathroom and bedroom sans pants. She had a bell to ring, but naturally didn't use it. What he had heard was when she knocked her bedside table lamp over, and broke the bulb, then walked sock-footed from bed to hall. YIKES! But fortunately she did not step on any glass. Hubby is just dazed today. I will sleep in the den tonight, and will attach a bell to her doorknob. She will have to sleep w/ a nightlight on so she doesn't have to wrassle with the bedside lamp. Naturally, everything of hers is set up on her right side. Gawd, I wish she was left handed, it would make life easier if she was. She's dozing in and out, frequently saying her wrist hurts. YUH, no kidding? I have it propped up on a few pillows, with a light-weight cool pack on it. We have to get the Narco script filled, (got the hard-copy last night from the ER) , but aren't sure how it will affect her. Last night we gave her one of my 650 mg Tylenol, because the doc had said to try Tylenol first. She got another one this AM. I'm thinking that she could take 2 of the 650's at bedtime because they are time-released capsules. Or, we can try the Narco at night. I dunno. Will have to confab w/ pharmacist or a doc. Not sure when she sees the ortho doc; hubby called to make an appt. and the office person said she would have to call hubby back, as the doc is at the hospital doing surgery. Don't really understand why she couldn't just make an appointment when hubby called. When I was helping her in the bathroom last night I had to keep telling her "DON'T use your right hand AT ALL! / No, don't use that hand to keep your balance....use your left hand..../ no I don't want you to 'help' me pull up your britches! / Nannie, stop! Your job is to keep your balance, period!" Hubby says he doesn't know if it's mental or physical effects he is feeling from yesterday and last night. I said it was probably both, plus emotional. He said she has NO IDEA of the weight she has dumped on him by stupidly thinking she had to change the pup-pee-pad because it has one little 3" diameter area of pee on it. It's a 36"x36" pad, so there's plenty of room for more than one use! Jeez! I wondered why we were going through the pee-pads so fast! If you use a 17"x23" pee-pad, Pippy sometimes stands with her front paws on it, but then she mostly misses the absorbent part. That's why I get the big'un's. I was leaving a few clean ones behind the sofa where they are nearby but you can't see them. No MORE, though! Maybe I should make Nannie wear a bicyclist's helmet, knee and elbow pads, or just wrap her up in bubble-wrap every day.
  13. No Stars In My Eyes

    Monday - July 15th, 2019 - Good Morning!

    Version # 3, per hubby, late in the evening...he is supposed to call the ortho place and set up an appt so they can see via another x-ray, if the right wrist bones are going to stay in place, and if so, they'll just have to cast her. If the bones are wonky, she'll have to have surgery. Don't know yet when her appt will be. Have to make an appt for her PCP to take out the 5 staples. I could do it, but I won't, because she is such a weenie about having anything physical done to her. I had to tell her repeatedly tonight to just pretend she has NO right hand. She is not supposed to use those fingers on her right hand, even though thay are sticking out. She's always playing with her fingers and I had to explain there should be NO using those fingers, not for ANYTHING. No pressure, no weight, no twisting and checking to see if....whatever. She is to 'do' just plain old NOTHING! And DON'T try to help me pull up your pants. Use you good hand on the bar; your ONLY task is to keep your balance, period. You really have to use your stern-nurse voice to get through even a little bit of instruction. And, 'course she won't remember. I told her she may get sick of me telling her stuff, but it's only because her memory is so poor and I REALLY want to drum that home: DO NOT USE YOUR RIGHT HAND OR FINGERS FOR A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Time to conk out. Have the alarm set for 8 AM and it is already 1:30 AM. UGH. Tomorrow, you'ns!
  14. No Stars In My Eyes

    Monday - July 15th, 2019 - Good Morning!

    Never listen to a tired, hungry, rattled husband! Nannie's WRIST is broken; the doctor set it and they did an xray to find out if it will be stable enough to keep splinted and have NO surgery. And they stapled her head; well, the cut on the back of it, that is) In a little while they will discharge her and hubby will bring her and a pizza home. Now it begins....
  15. No Stars In My Eyes

    How about a Game of Questions?

    Good lord, you 'spect me to say 'no' to that question?
  16. No Stars In My Eyes

    First word that comes to mind.....

    1980's BIG HAIR, styled with an egg-beater. (aka the 'Go-To-Hell' Hair-do. Named thusly by hubby responding to his (at the time) 15 year old daughter who had created a VERY 1980's hair-do, and when she asked, "What do you think, Daddy?" ...and he TOLD her what he thought, yes, egg-beater and all, she huffed up and said, "Oh, go to hell!" Every so often he'd get a rise out of her by saying, "You using that egg-beater again?")
  17. No Stars In My Eyes

    Monday - July 15th, 2019 - Good Morning!

    herring, I've LOVED The Chambers Brothers since waaaay back in the mid-to-late 60's, the first time I ever heard them! Thanks for the link! This is only the 2nd time I've heard the live, extended version. I like the ways they segue from one part of the song to the next. I could actually crank up the volume because nobody is home except for me and my dogs. I was thinking, "Hey! I could play the cowbell!" and as the song went on...and on, it dawned on me that if I had to 'cowbell' for 15 continuous minutes, you'd have to wrap ice around my elbow, wrist and shoulder, and dope me up! That's a lot of them-there repetitive movements! WHEW! TIME means something else entirely to the dogs, and it almost is ....TIME, that is, for supper. I just talked to hubby at the hospital. He said they "just got in the room. She got x-ray'd, her arm is broken and she has a cut on the head. We're waiting for the doctor now." That's the report. I feel sorry for him being stuck there, but it is best that one of us is there with her, d/t the dementia. I'll probably get my turn sitting in to keep her from doing anything ding-dong-DON'T. What'll be more challenging, though, will be the personal care once she's home. Bleck. Ooooooh WELL!
  18. No Stars In My Eyes

    Monday - July 15th, 2019 - Good Morning!

    Still morning, airless, hot and humid. Got awakened at 10:15 AM by hubby calling up the stairs...."Nannie fell!" She was trying to change the pup-pee-pad in the den; it's one of those 'WE will do that, Nannie!" tasks, and as usual anything that has "no /don't" attached to it, she'll do it, regardless. Way to go, Nannie. So, she fell and I don't know from whence the blood drops came, she may have hit the back of her head, but primarily she broke her right wrist. She wanted US to pick her up and help her dress, etc., THEN take her to the hospital. Uh-uh. Hubby told her more than a few times, if she had a fall and hurt herself, it was the ambulance ... or she could walk to the ER. (tough love!) After I checked her out, (she was sitting there on the floor) I saw she wasn't passing out or anything, and the bleeding had essentially stopped; I ran back upstairs to pee and put on a bra and put in my bridge, and close the dogs up in my room.She was fussing about not being able to fix her hair before 'those men' arrived. The First Responder arrived followed by another, then the fire-truck, ladders and all. After another minute or two the ambulance arrived. We had seven guys and one woman milling around Nannie and the den was FULL! Her vital signs were perfect. Her narration of her medical history....not so much. She said things like, "Oh, I pass out ALL the TIME!" (she does not!) When they asked her if she'd had any broken bones before, OY! --- She began with the "I was born double-club-footed" anecdotes. Fortunately they know how to cut to the chase and at that point hubby came back inside with some more EMT's, and was able to fill in the blanks. Fortunately she had just been to the doctor, so we were able to hand them the visit summary to get most of their questions answered. So, hubby has gone off to follow the ambulance, and I get to stay home with the dogs. Hubby called and said I may have to bring her pj's and panties, etc... But if they have to operate on the wrist she won't be wearing her own clothes for a little while. Anyway, I'm sitting here thinking about having to start doing personal care for her, because she is right-handed. Oh joy. Tweety, I'm excited you have the possibility of a change in your work-place. I would think that you'd not need much of a resume', because "27 years at one employer" kind of says it all. I await with bated breath to hear WHEN you start at the new place. (Nel, too, if you're reading this. Hint, hint.) Ted, I won't spoil the play for you and tell you whomnmnmnm is the killer. (I saw the movie with Marlene and Tyrone, way back when.) Wish I could go and watch Amy shine on stage! No singing in this play, y'know. Or if there is, it would surprise me!!! Joe, hope you get your $$ Pay ASAP! herring, j22, BCg, etc...and everyone....have a good day.
  19. No Stars In My Eyes

    July 14, 2019

    Here's what I tell Pippy when she does dog-type misbehaving: "Oh, you are SUCH a DOG!!" P.S.:Rex has such a sweet smile!
  20. No Stars In My Eyes

    Game of Groans

    A preacher went to the home of one of his elderly congregants to see how she was doing. While they sat in the living room talking, the preacher noticed a bowl of peanuts on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I have some of those peanuts?" the preacher asked. "Oh, please, help yourself!" the lady replied. After a while the preacher noticed the time; they had been talking a long time, having such a good conversation, and he noticed that he had unintentionally consumed all the peanuts in the bowl. As he stood to go, he said, "I'm really sorry I ate all your peanuts!" The lady said, "Oh, that's okay; since I lost all of my teeth, all I can do is suck the chocolate off 'em."
  21. No Stars In My Eyes

    How about a Game of Questions?

    Remove the 'ers' and you could be talking about a stalk of celery, or asparagus., y'know it? Those aren't 'bad'. are they? But I guess if you like neither vegetable, couldn't you say they are bad? In some respects we are sly equivocators, doncha think?
  22. No Stars In My Eyes

    First word that comes to mind.....

    Mom bird feeding baby birds....
  23. No Stars In My Eyes

    Game of Groans

    You know how when 'famous' couples have their names joined to make a name that blurs their separate identities, like Brangelina and JRod (like JLo and ARod). Well I read SOMEWHERE about two folks... I think they were characters on one of those streaming networks...Anyway, the couple's names were Donna and Harvey, which were joined together as "Darvey" ...BECAUSE, if the names had been reversed it would then be "HarDon." snicker, snicker.
  24. No Stars In My Eyes

    First word that comes to mind.....

    Full'er than a tick on a hound-dog!
  25. No Stars In My Eyes

    How about a Game of Questions?

    It says I have 3 followers, so do you reckon that the other 44, 133 'visitors' are ALL stalkers?
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