I had great hopes for 2009, but alas, it's not to be.
Dec 30, my 83 yo dad fell and broke his arm. After surgery to repair it, we placed him in a skilled nursing facility for a few weeks rehab, so he could get strong enough to get himself around the house. Mom is 78 herself, and does not have the strength or wherewithal to take care of him at home.
Jan 12, at Dad's recheck appt with the surgeon, x-rays showed the rods were bent, and screws displaced, and surgery would be needed again, so Dad was readmitted to the hospital. Surgery had to be delayed because Dad turned up severely anemic, and needed 3 units whole blood.
Jan 14, as Mom was leaving the hospital, she had a possible heart attack and crashed the car into a light pole, totaling the car, and landing her in the ER. All the scans and tests show nothing broken and nothing ruptured, thank goodness, but she is extremely sore, and got her knees cut up when she hit the dash (no airbags).
I make arrangements to get my truck fixed up enough that I feel safe with her driving it. The speedometer head that I've had on order since Aug 2005 is finally available! The plan is to get it inspected Sat morning, then take it to the dealership (50 miles one way) and drop it off to have the head installed on Monday, and pick it up, hopefully, Monday afternoon.
Jan 16, the doctors think Mom's abdominal pain is from the gallstones they found, rather than from the seat belt. Ther were/are to talk to her today about gall bladder surgery.
Today, Jan 17, as we get ready to take the truck in, the dachshund mix comes up painful and tender in his abdomen, so plans for anything but the inspection sticker are scrapped till Monday. Goex is at the vet right now. I dropped him off, then got the inspection sticker and an oil change. That garage is right next door to the vet clinic.
Throughout the past 3 weeks, my older brother, JA, who lives closer to the parents than I do, has been claiming that it's easier for me to go into Austin every day, than it is for him to drive "across town" from work or home. *coughbullshitcough*
Oldest brother, JO, is in Alabama, but is quite able, if not willing, to take off work and come help out. I have been keeping them informed of all information I gather.
In Dec, JO wanted to fly in, but I said that was not necessary just yet. Jan 15, I informed him that NOW would be a good time to fly in. Dad has been deteriorating rapidly, and I really do not expect him to survive/recover from the 2nd surgery. He's acting like he does not *want* to live.
Now, JO is waffleing about flying in, claiming there is nothing he would be able to do here. He could damn well help ME out! I know Mom and Dad would both like to see him.
I am the youngest, but it seems that I have always been the responsible one. Ya know what? I can NOT do it all! I don't care what everyone else thinks/expects. I CAN'T DO IT ALL!
Thanks for letting me vent.
The vet office just called, they want to run some tests on Goex. The tech said it could be something in the stomach, intestine, or liver, but they don't know just yet. They know, and I just re-affirmed, that they have permission to do whatever they think they need to do. Mastercard loves me.
Keep your fingers crossed for everybody, and as my sig says:
Dec 30, my 83 yo dad fell and broke his arm. After surgery to repair it, we placed him in a skilled nursing facility for a few weeks rehab, so he could get strong enough to get himself around the house. Mom is 78 herself, and does not have the strength or wherewithal to take care of him at home.
Jan 12, at Dad's recheck appt with the surgeon, x-rays showed the rods were bent, and screws displaced, and surgery would be needed again, so Dad was readmitted to the hospital. Surgery had to be delayed because Dad turned up severely anemic, and needed 3 units whole blood.
Jan 14, as Mom was leaving the hospital, she had a possible heart attack and crashed the car into a light pole, totaling the car, and landing her in the ER. All the scans and tests show nothing broken and nothing ruptured, thank goodness, but she is extremely sore, and got her knees cut up when she hit the dash (no airbags).
I make arrangements to get my truck fixed up enough that I feel safe with her driving it. The speedometer head that I've had on order since Aug 2005 is finally available! The plan is to get it inspected Sat morning, then take it to the dealership (50 miles one way) and drop it off to have the head installed on Monday, and pick it up, hopefully, Monday afternoon.
Jan 16, the doctors think Mom's abdominal pain is from the gallstones they found, rather than from the seat belt. Ther were/are to talk to her today about gall bladder surgery.
Today, Jan 17, as we get ready to take the truck in, the dachshund mix comes up painful and tender in his abdomen, so plans for anything but the inspection sticker are scrapped till Monday. Goex is at the vet right now. I dropped him off, then got the inspection sticker and an oil change. That garage is right next door to the vet clinic.
Throughout the past 3 weeks, my older brother, JA, who lives closer to the parents than I do, has been claiming that it's easier for me to go into Austin every day, than it is for him to drive "across town" from work or home. *coughbullshitcough*
Oldest brother, JO, is in Alabama, but is quite able, if not willing, to take off work and come help out. I have been keeping them informed of all information I gather.
In Dec, JO wanted to fly in, but I said that was not necessary just yet. Jan 15, I informed him that NOW would be a good time to fly in. Dad has been deteriorating rapidly, and I really do not expect him to survive/recover from the 2nd surgery. He's acting like he does not *want* to live.
Now, JO is waffleing about flying in, claiming there is nothing he would be able to do here. He could damn well help ME out! I know Mom and Dad would both like to see him.
I am the youngest, but it seems that I have always been the responsible one. Ya know what? I can NOT do it all! I don't care what everyone else thinks/expects. I CAN'T DO IT ALL!
Thanks for letting me vent.
The vet office just called, they want to run some tests on Goex. The tech said it could be something in the stomach, intestine, or liver, but they don't know just yet. They know, and I just re-affirmed, that they have permission to do whatever they think they need to do. Mastercard loves me.
Keep your fingers crossed for everybody, and as my sig says:
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