Those of you who follow my blog (no one does) know that I have the mmost wonderful husband in the world. He's everthing a man should be and more.
As I have mentioned before, he is not cut out to be a care taker in times of sickness. Last week I was suffering from sinus trouble really bad. Being the kind wonderful man that he is, whenhe got up out of his chair to go to the kitchen , I asked him if he would bring me back 2 tylenol sinus pills from the medicine cabinet. Well, he did. I didn't check them as I didn't feel I should have to. lol lol lol. My head congestion continued to be quite unbearable. I did nod of but no relief from the sinus pills. About 3 or 4 hours later, still unconfortable, I asked for a couple more. This went on for another couple of hours. He said we have no more sinus pills. hummmmm!
I decided to get up from my chair and move around as by now I was quite nausiated, dizzy and extremely tired. Can you see where this is going. As I say, Its not easy being me. I went in and checked the pills and there were plenty of sinus pills.
"Honey," I said, "There's plenty of sinus pills left", and I showed him the box. He said, "I didn't get your pills from that box. "AHHHHHHH! show me the box you got my pills out of." He went to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of TYLENOL P.M.
Well, that explained my symtoms. What I couldn't explain was how come I was able to still walk.
Now this story really isn't that earth shaking but there is a point to my telling you this.
If any of my followers, (I have none except my friend Carol_ should hear that they found my body chopped up in the freezer, (DON'T BELIEVE THE SUICIDE NOTE.
But yest I live on. Praise the Lord.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Friday, August 13, 2010
More about Dad and Me
After my sister was born and I found out I hadn't killed her. (thankyou Lord) Dad
used to take me to the movies with my bottle so that mom could get a little rest with
my sister. I guess I was a handful. Anyway, I guess Dad really wasn't taking me to ther movies. He loved to gamble and there was a place where a bunch of fellows got together and played cards. There was a large room for sport activities and Dad would put me there with a big basketball and I played quite contently for quite a while. I had learned to talk real young (and I might add, I have never stopped talking, just ask my kids), and one day when mom had my sister and me out for a walk, a man was on the street that I knew from my days with Dad. I said, "Hi Chippy," mom said, "How do you know Chippy". I said, "Man play cards with Daddy." From then on when Dad took me to the "movies" he had to bring back the ticket stub for proof. I always loved that story. I wish I hadn't spoke to Chippy. Dad and I had a good thing going. Thanks for the story Dad.
used to take me to the movies with my bottle so that mom could get a little rest with
my sister. I guess I was a handful. Anyway, I guess Dad really wasn't taking me to ther movies. He loved to gamble and there was a place where a bunch of fellows got together and played cards. There was a large room for sport activities and Dad would put me there with a big basketball and I played quite contently for quite a while. I had learned to talk real young (and I might add, I have never stopped talking, just ask my kids), and one day when mom had my sister and me out for a walk, a man was on the street that I knew from my days with Dad. I said, "Hi Chippy," mom said, "How do you know Chippy". I said, "Man play cards with Daddy." From then on when Dad took me to the "movies" he had to bring back the ticket stub for proof. I always loved that story. I wish I hadn't spoke to Chippy. Dad and I had a good thing going. Thanks for the story Dad.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I'm sick and I want my Mommy!
I've heard that a writer doesn't write because they want to, they write because they have to. After this week I have an idea of what that means. Being sick with the flu and with my OCD (hum), I've been writing in my head all week.
I have been so sick this week that I would have to get better to die. There is one thing wrong and scary about being sick when your elderly. Do I have whats going around or is this the thing that is finally going to take me? My husband said, "Give yourself at least ten days to get over this." Well, I have three to go.
My husband is a wonderful man, I might almost say a perfect man (not really) but he has my back. That's what Sandra Bullock says about her husband Jessee James, "He has my back".
I like that. Anyway, hubbies skills aren't ----what can I say---he's not MOMMY.
I have lost fluids from places in my body that my mother taught me years ago to control. I have coughed up all of my insides which took care of the heaving part. I have heard noises in my head that I have never heard before and heard noises escape my bottom half that would have shocked Mother Teresa. My husband was giving me cough medicine every four hours (well isn't that what it usually says,) that I was suppose to be taking every twelve hours. I need two canes to walk as I now walk like a drunk. Hubby helps me into the room off the hall. This will be my first look at myself in five day. My hair hasn't been combed, my face and hands have not been washed, I'm still in two day old depends. I glanced in the mirror. Two big black holes stare back at me from my face. --------------I'm dead!
"Do you think you can eat something,"my loved one asked me. Now let me explain. When my husband thinks of eating he remembers only once commercial. Take lots of fluids and get plenty of rest. Now I've had that for five days now. I'm thinking food. "Would you like some more soup or some jello.' he ask so lovingly. What he doesn't know now is that I have taken on a whole new persona. Now I'm thinking, can I get one of these canes up high enough , swing it hard enough to kill him or will I just land of these two black holes in my face on the floor. Now in my family if by the fifth day you can't eat steak, broccoli with hollandaise sauce, and a big salad, than you are dead. "Soups sounds fine , Honey, can I have some crackers with it".
No man on earth can try harder than my husband to meet my needs, (I'm needy) and no man can get so many things mixed up. But yet I lives. You are the best in the world. I love the man you are and I love the child in you that you allow me to see. Thankyou for seeing me though another flue. And tonight honey, I'm going to fix you a nice dinner.
Do you want soup or cereal.?
BEING SICK WITH MOMMY: Mommy, I'm sick. "Well, you stay right in bed sweetie, and mommy will get you some breakfast. Do you feel like eating?" " Can I have a soft boiled egg" I asked. Next, mom goes back downstairs and heats up a pan of hot water. That's right. Heats it on the stove. No hot water in taps than. Up she comes with the hot water and soap and soft wash cloth. Oh , I can feel it as I write. This is how I was giving a spoon bath every morning and every night for the duration of my sickness.
First, she says, "Put out your arm," she washes it and dries it. "Now your other arm, honey," she washes it and dries it. Than she sponges off my face. Now she would never expose your whole body to the cruel cold air. Now she say, "Put out your leg" she washes it and dries it. "Now your other leg" she washes it and dries it. My mother taught her two girls to sponge bathe at night when we were older . Now the saying was, You washed down as far as possible and that up as far as possible and than you washed possible.
Well that was also done when we were sick. When she finished washing us, she would hand us a nice wet clean cloth and say , "Now you wash possible. Don't you just love a mother that knows how to give a sponge bath.
I think my mom had a wet cloth in her hands all the time. we were sat on the sink and washed before meals, before bed, before dad came home from work. Than she would give us her famous spit curls. Every little curl was put in our hair with her spit. What a mom.
I love you so much mom. I miss you and think of you everyday of my life. I'm almost to the age you were when you left us and I remember you telling me that on some days you still wanted your mother. Mom, you taught me everything you could to help me survive and take care of myself. You taught me to love, forgive and you told me about the love of God. Mom, the only think you never taught me was,
How do I stop never wanting you.
I have been so sick this week that I would have to get better to die. There is one thing wrong and scary about being sick when your elderly. Do I have whats going around or is this the thing that is finally going to take me? My husband said, "Give yourself at least ten days to get over this." Well, I have three to go.
My husband is a wonderful man, I might almost say a perfect man (not really) but he has my back. That's what Sandra Bullock says about her husband Jessee James, "He has my back".
I like that. Anyway, hubbies skills aren't ----what can I say---he's not MOMMY.
I have lost fluids from places in my body that my mother taught me years ago to control. I have coughed up all of my insides which took care of the heaving part. I have heard noises in my head that I have never heard before and heard noises escape my bottom half that would have shocked Mother Teresa. My husband was giving me cough medicine every four hours (well isn't that what it usually says,) that I was suppose to be taking every twelve hours. I need two canes to walk as I now walk like a drunk. Hubby helps me into the room off the hall. This will be my first look at myself in five day. My hair hasn't been combed, my face and hands have not been washed, I'm still in two day old depends. I glanced in the mirror. Two big black holes stare back at me from my face. --------------I'm dead!
"Do you think you can eat something,"my loved one asked me. Now let me explain. When my husband thinks of eating he remembers only once commercial. Take lots of fluids and get plenty of rest. Now I've had that for five days now. I'm thinking food. "Would you like some more soup or some jello.' he ask so lovingly. What he doesn't know now is that I have taken on a whole new persona. Now I'm thinking, can I get one of these canes up high enough , swing it hard enough to kill him or will I just land of these two black holes in my face on the floor. Now in my family if by the fifth day you can't eat steak, broccoli with hollandaise sauce, and a big salad, than you are dead. "Soups sounds fine , Honey, can I have some crackers with it".
No man on earth can try harder than my husband to meet my needs, (I'm needy) and no man can get so many things mixed up. But yet I lives. You are the best in the world. I love the man you are and I love the child in you that you allow me to see. Thankyou for seeing me though another flue. And tonight honey, I'm going to fix you a nice dinner.
Do you want soup or cereal.?
BEING SICK WITH MOMMY: Mommy, I'm sick. "Well, you stay right in bed sweetie, and mommy will get you some breakfast. Do you feel like eating?" " Can I have a soft boiled egg" I asked. Next, mom goes back downstairs and heats up a pan of hot water. That's right. Heats it on the stove. No hot water in taps than. Up she comes with the hot water and soap and soft wash cloth. Oh , I can feel it as I write. This is how I was giving a spoon bath every morning and every night for the duration of my sickness.
First, she says, "Put out your arm," she washes it and dries it. "Now your other arm, honey," she washes it and dries it. Than she sponges off my face. Now she would never expose your whole body to the cruel cold air. Now she say, "Put out your leg" she washes it and dries it. "Now your other leg" she washes it and dries it. My mother taught her two girls to sponge bathe at night when we were older . Now the saying was, You washed down as far as possible and that up as far as possible and than you washed possible.
Well that was also done when we were sick. When she finished washing us, she would hand us a nice wet clean cloth and say , "Now you wash possible. Don't you just love a mother that knows how to give a sponge bath.
I think my mom had a wet cloth in her hands all the time. we were sat on the sink and washed before meals, before bed, before dad came home from work. Than she would give us her famous spit curls. Every little curl was put in our hair with her spit. What a mom.
I love you so much mom. I miss you and think of you everyday of my life. I'm almost to the age you were when you left us and I remember you telling me that on some days you still wanted your mother. Mom, you taught me everything you could to help me survive and take care of myself. You taught me to love, forgive and you told me about the love of God. Mom, the only think you never taught me was,
How do I stop never wanting you.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The arrival of my Baby Sister
Sixteen months after I was born, my one and only little sibling arrived. I guess I wasn't too pleased about it.
This is the story they told me. Thanks for nothing, Mom and Dad. ha ha
She was born at home, as were most deliveries then. By now Dad is working in Vermont. Well he wasn't going to have to go in debt for this birth as my grandmother was a mid-wife and she brought the baby into the world. Dad brought me in to see the baby and these are his words.
"Look what mommy has, a new baby and you've lost your crib." I have no idea what I thought but I know what I was told I did.
Did wasn't too thrilled over the birth as he wanted a son. I guess he took off for a couple of days and left us. Mom wasn't too pleased either and vowed she would never go through that again. And she didn't. (Good for you Mom)
They say I hit the baby over the head with my bottle (yeah, she didn't my bottle) and knocked her out cold. Mom thought I had killed her so covered her up with a sheet and took me to her rocking chair and told me, "Don't worry I won't let anyone know you killed your sister, I will say it was an accident." I wonder what my little sixteen month old mind was thinking. ohhhhhh!
It wasn't long before we heard a solf cry and lo and behold my little sister was alive.
I don't know why they ever told me that story but from then on, my sister will tell you, I was over protective of her. I "injured" a lot of little friends that hurt her. To this day she will attest to the fact that she has always been my other child.
What a blessing and joy she has been to me for many years. When she hurts I hurt, when she's sad, I'm sad. I thank God that I wasn't able to swing that bottle to hard. I don't like this little story but it is a part of my life. "I love you baby sister."
This is the story they told me. Thanks for nothing, Mom and Dad. ha ha
She was born at home, as were most deliveries then. By now Dad is working in Vermont. Well he wasn't going to have to go in debt for this birth as my grandmother was a mid-wife and she brought the baby into the world. Dad brought me in to see the baby and these are his words.
"Look what mommy has, a new baby and you've lost your crib." I have no idea what I thought but I know what I was told I did.
Did wasn't too thrilled over the birth as he wanted a son. I guess he took off for a couple of days and left us. Mom wasn't too pleased either and vowed she would never go through that again. And she didn't. (Good for you Mom)
They say I hit the baby over the head with my bottle (yeah, she didn't my bottle) and knocked her out cold. Mom thought I had killed her so covered her up with a sheet and took me to her rocking chair and told me, "Don't worry I won't let anyone know you killed your sister, I will say it was an accident." I wonder what my little sixteen month old mind was thinking. ohhhhhh!
It wasn't long before we heard a solf cry and lo and behold my little sister was alive.
I don't know why they ever told me that story but from then on, my sister will tell you, I was over protective of her. I "injured" a lot of little friends that hurt her. To this day she will attest to the fact that she has always been my other child.
What a blessing and joy she has been to me for many years. When she hurts I hurt, when she's sad, I'm sad. I thank God that I wasn't able to swing that bottle to hard. I don't like this little story but it is a part of my life. "I love you baby sister."
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Day I was born
I was born in July in Biddeford, Maine. It was the tail end of the depression and my dad didn't have a job. Dad , Mom and her brothers went to Maine from Vermont to get work at a machine shop in Saco Lowell, Maine. They were there for six weeks before I was born. Dad didn't have anough money to pay for my $40.00 home delivery. He gave the doctor what he could which as he tells it was $20.00 and told him he would give him the rest later in the month. Well , Dad didnt pay it, as a macine shop opened up with work back in their home town of Vermont so they all packed up and left Maine.
We use to go back to Maine for vacations and the year I was sixteen, Dad decided to look up the doctor that had delivered me. We found him on a remote back road in Biddeford.
We went up to the doctors door and my dad said to him, you probably don't remember me but you delivered my daughter here sixteen years ago and I still owed you $20.00. Dad opened his wallet and gave the doctor the $20.00 and said, Now she is all mine and all payed for.
I learned a big lesson that day on paying people what you owed them and also a whole new respect for my dad. I've loved that story for years and have told it often. Thanks dad for letting me share that day with you. I'll never forget the look on that doctors face. Of course , he didn't remember. I'll always remember how proud my dad looked that day to finally know I was all bought and paid for.
We use to go back to Maine for vacations and the year I was sixteen, Dad decided to look up the doctor that had delivered me. We found him on a remote back road in Biddeford.
We went up to the doctors door and my dad said to him, you probably don't remember me but you delivered my daughter here sixteen years ago and I still owed you $20.00. Dad opened his wallet and gave the doctor the $20.00 and said, Now she is all mine and all payed for.
I learned a big lesson that day on paying people what you owed them and also a whole new respect for my dad. I've loved that story for years and have told it often. Thanks dad for letting me share that day with you. I'll never forget the look on that doctors face. Of course , he didn't remember. I'll always remember how proud my dad looked that day to finally know I was all bought and paid for.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Losing Weight
Boy, I've tried it all! I have managed to lose ten pounds. No one seems to notice. How come???
I'm eating healthy, going to the pool twice a week and walking outdoors on good days. I'm no good at tracking points. I can , however, cut down on portions.
Does anyone know of a good detox drink. I really don't dare to try them because of meds. that I'm taking. Maybe that's what I should detox. lol I do real good until night. Thats when I get real hungry. Go figure. Any miracle cures for weight loss????? Let me know.
I'm eating healthy, going to the pool twice a week and walking outdoors on good days. I'm no good at tracking points. I can , however, cut down on portions.
Does anyone know of a good detox drink. I really don't dare to try them because of meds. that I'm taking. Maybe that's what I should detox. lol I do real good until night. Thats when I get real hungry. Go figure. Any miracle cures for weight loss????? Let me know.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
J.D.Sallinger
I met "Jerry" back in the early "50". There was a restaurant in town where all the teenagers used to meet for cokes (the drink) and Jerry used to be in there a lot. I had many visits with him and was a little smitten as we all were. lol.
I had a dream and I told him about it and he told me that if I ever had another like it to look him up and he would tell me something.
Well I didn't have another dream like it until years later and by then I was married and just never got around to calling him. I'm not even sure by then if he was even taking calls. Anyway, I'll never know what he would have told me. I have thought about for years.
I'm so glad I knew him when he was younger . He was great as I remember. Its hard to believe the things that I have read about him as he got older. Doesn't even sound like the man I knew. I guess we all change. I'm glad of my good memories.
Rest in peace, Jerry!
I had a dream and I told him about it and he told me that if I ever had another like it to look him up and he would tell me something.
Well I didn't have another dream like it until years later and by then I was married and just never got around to calling him. I'm not even sure by then if he was even taking calls. Anyway, I'll never know what he would have told me. I have thought about for years.
I'm so glad I knew him when he was younger . He was great as I remember. Its hard to believe the things that I have read about him as he got older. Doesn't even sound like the man I knew. I guess we all change. I'm glad of my good memories.
Rest in peace, Jerry!
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