The Good, The Bad, and The Usual
Sep. 16th, 2009 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorchawenchWas up at 8AM to deliver the hound to his new owner. A coworker took him for us. 35 acres of freedom and a guy who was looking for a guy's dog. The hound formerly known as ROOOOOOfus is definitely a guy kinda dog. Hopefully he'll be happy there.
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Ila Mae's funeral is Saturday. TMF was able to get the day off. He's suffering from survivors guilt. After leaving the hospital she was placed in a rehab hospital. His parents asked him to stay away for a few days to let her settle, since every time he visited at the hospital she begged him to save her and take her away.
Ila Mae's one fear though was a nursing home. She watched her sister, TMF's Grandmother slowly die in one. She swore she'd never go to one. But no one could convince her that the rehab wasn't a home. She just wasn't lucid enough to understand.
Both Demon and I agree that NOT being there is bothering TMF more than anything else.
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Virginia called me this afternoon. Her 80+year old Mother has been admitted to ICU in a hospital in Cali. She's supposedly in critical condition. She's got COPD, Emphysema, and is on a permanent morphine patch.
I can already see where this is likely headed. Her Mom has been making these trips at least twice a year now for the last 4 years. Always on death's door when she goes in. Thus far she has recovered. But the luck's gotta run out sometime, yanno?
Likely she will be coming over this afternoon to play WoW with TMF. It'll distract them both somewhat. But I get 2 grieving minds to deal with. My empathy is gonna get a workout tonight.
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According to the Farmer's Almanac we're due for a wetter, colder than normal winter here. With Fall coming early, I am tending to agree that normal is not on the menu thus far.
I hope we're looking at snow though and not ice. Ice and Texas drivers do not mix. Imagine a demolition derby with Quiver-fullers and Child-free Advocates.
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After dog delivery happened, I came home and fell back into bed. I had the weirdest dream. I had a baby. No, seriously. I went through pregnancy and birth....all the way to breast feeding. Dude, I can seriously FEEL the breast feeding bits still. I am a little weirded out. No....a lot weirded out.
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I suppose I should get a shower before Virgina gets here. Since I fell back into bed after coming home and ended up sleeping until 2:30 the bedroom got warm and I got sweaty.
Alone.
And that sucks.
~*~
Ila Mae's funeral is Saturday. TMF was able to get the day off. He's suffering from survivors guilt. After leaving the hospital she was placed in a rehab hospital. His parents asked him to stay away for a few days to let her settle, since every time he visited at the hospital she begged him to save her and take her away.
Ila Mae's one fear though was a nursing home. She watched her sister, TMF's Grandmother slowly die in one. She swore she'd never go to one. But no one could convince her that the rehab wasn't a home. She just wasn't lucid enough to understand.
Both Demon and I agree that NOT being there is bothering TMF more than anything else.
~*~
Virginia called me this afternoon. Her 80+year old Mother has been admitted to ICU in a hospital in Cali. She's supposedly in critical condition. She's got COPD, Emphysema, and is on a permanent morphine patch.
I can already see where this is likely headed. Her Mom has been making these trips at least twice a year now for the last 4 years. Always on death's door when she goes in. Thus far she has recovered. But the luck's gotta run out sometime, yanno?
Likely she will be coming over this afternoon to play WoW with TMF. It'll distract them both somewhat. But I get 2 grieving minds to deal with. My empathy is gonna get a workout tonight.
~*~
According to the Farmer's Almanac we're due for a wetter, colder than normal winter here. With Fall coming early, I am tending to agree that normal is not on the menu thus far.
I hope we're looking at snow though and not ice. Ice and Texas drivers do not mix. Imagine a demolition derby with Quiver-fullers and Child-free Advocates.
~*~
After dog delivery happened, I came home and fell back into bed. I had the weirdest dream. I had a baby. No, seriously. I went through pregnancy and birth....all the way to breast feeding. Dude, I can seriously FEEL the breast feeding bits still. I am a little weirded out. No....a lot weirded out.
~*~
I suppose I should get a shower before Virgina gets here. Since I fell back into bed after coming home and ended up sleeping until 2:30 the bedroom got warm and I got sweaty.
Alone.
And that sucks.
