None too bad. Neck's acting up a little tonight, but otherwise good. Not to get into a lot of detail on the net, but a major stressor in my life is in the process of being eliminated, so I'm actually in a rather good mood tonight. And the 'rents are okay. We had Subway at the hospital for dinner. You know, a good old fashioned family meal!
The doctor I initially saw for my neck pain was handing out morphine and lorazapam like it was Halloween. I was on some high octane meds for a few weeks that did nothing to clear up the source of the pain until I saw my own doctor and he gave me some industrial muscle relaxants. I can now look left! Woo hoo!
Card is ossum! Yes, Swiss Chalet is a nation-wide chicken chain that boasts rotisserie chicken and their own secret recipe sauce. The sauce is an "acquired taste" thing. You either love it or hate it. There's no in between. Off to see Guardians of the Galaxy tonight with friends.
Oh, that 's great!!!! Swiss Chalet chicken, huh? I'm guessing that's a restaurant. I'm still trying to figure out the best way to issue the membership cards....And I know we all miss the Tabsworth boys!!!!
Dad's much better and allowed to drive again. This has made Mom Happy because she gets more visitors in the course of the week. And.... Swiss Chalet chicken. She loves Swiss Chalet chicken to the point of obsession and to the point where I can't stand the stuff anymore. I'm good. With Dad a little more self-sufficient I'm able to get more "me" time and will be moving home after the 20th. I love and miss my apartment. How you doing down there? Floods, fires and droughts--hoo boy!
Well, hopefully good sense will prevail until the incisions are healed enough to reduce the daily necessity.....Hope you're hanging in there. Icguy34 and I are thinking about issuing membership cards for Punkin's Pals. If you get a minute, go to my db and read what he says about it and let me know what you think, please.
The PSW herself solved the crisis this morning by coming after her 9:00 cancelled, then deciding to do some schedule shuffling on her own. It's still a ridiculous situation, especially when Dad's got instructions to shower daily to keep his incisions clean. Off to take him for his second morning walk!
Ouch, perfectly convenient for whom???? I think my mom's used to come around 2:30 pm, but she didn't bathe, just meds and check up, although there was one that would overnight once in a while so I could get out and be with Rick.........
Sigh. Taking a mo before I have to take the casserole out of the oven. Dad's doing much better. He's walking a lot more, feeling a little more like himself and has only had two moments of pain in the last three weeks. So... good. We're having a fight with the care-giver service which is supposed to come and help with his showering. Not only are they only coming out twice a week, they announced today that Dad's permanent Wednesday appt. is now 11:30. Because that's a perfectly convenient time. Idiots. So I've been on the phone politely telling people that they're insane in the brain if they think that is an appropriate time for someone to have a shower, and to send someone else. I mean, yes, we don't have to pay a dime for Dad's surgery, so really, we should STFU, but when they promise that you can return to your home with help in order to keep you from clogging up a hospital bed... Well, put your money where your politician's mouths are. Anyhoo, hoping I'll be here a little more now that Dad's feeling better. If a little smelly.
He's slowly improving. He's been home a week now and managing to do a little more walking, but he's still pretty tired... which is normal after anesthetic. He's trying not to be too much work for me. I'm going up to spend some Mom time tomorrow afternoon. Hope to be on Cheez a little more after a couple of weeks when Dad's a little more self-sufficient. Miss you, too!!
Hey. ON briefly. Dadwatch is going mostly well. He's home and happier, but he i shaving trouble with his blood levels. He's on warfarin and has to be tested frequently so it's meant earlier mornings than either of us anticipated. But he's able to walk, is enjoying the "heart healthy" diet I'm serving and the swelling is starting to go down in his feet and legs. It was like looking at that scene in Big Trouble in Little China where Thunder starts swelling up before he explodes. We have to put compression stockings on him and THAT is an epic challenge. Especially since for three days, Dad was wearing the ones that he wore home from the hospital, which were a size too small. I have had less trouble getting into old girdles. But I have a bit of me time tonight. After I take him for his last walk of the night. Hope to see more of you soon!
Someone told my sister after the fact that it's common for people to spiral into depression after heart surgery. One of her co-worker's sweet-as-pie mother threw her breakfast tray across the room at the nurse, apparently. But he's slowly progressing, and I'm mentally preparing for dealing with attitude when I get him home. I have a party this Sunday for a friend, so long as we don't have to go pick up Dad, and I'm planning on spending a mindless evening in front of the television, so...I'm good!