Let's Try This Again

As in let's try getting back into some kind of routine again.  I really do very well with spontaneous stuff and sometimes the seat of my britches gets awfully thin from flying by them.  And as chaotic as my life seems to some people there really is a rhythm to it.  Granted it is a rhythm that marches to a different drummer but it is mine none the less.  I just want to get back into it.  Seems like the last 6 or 7 months have been a constant disruption in it.  I am not complaining mind you just stating a fact.  Mama was discharged from the hospital yesterday back to the nursing home.  This evening I am going to go south again until the end of the week.  I had gotten current on everything and now I am a week behind again.  So even going late I will be able to get up in the morning and get started working and will have 3 full days to catch up and do a little extra.  Going Fri. evening to what has become an annual tradition with my daughter and her family with friends of hers that always include me in their get togethers.  So getting ready to pack my truck and head south via a horse sale.  Will share a couple of thoughts with you before I leave.  Children in back seats cause accidents.  Accidents in back seats cause children.

There Is Gonna Be a Better Day

Have made the comment to several people over the past couple of days that there is going to be a better day and I wish it would hurry the hell up! I write this post from my mother's hospital room.  Got the phone call from the nursing home where she is a resident on Tues night that she had fallen and they suspected a broken hip.  This was about 6:30 p.m.  This was also one of those rare nights I had already put the sweat pants on (cos the weather has gotten cooler) sweatshirt was on and I was leaned back in the recliner enjoying an adult beverage and reading.  The thought had already crossed my mind that I was going to bed early.  Not meant to happen!  Sent a text to both sisters and then put my clothes back on.  Waited for one sister to get to my house then we left and met the other sister and then headed to the hospital.  Yes the hip is broken so we waited until she was in a room and I took the two sisters to their vehicles and came back to the hospital and spent the night.  Oh it was about 11:15 when they got her in a room.  I have mentioned in previous posts that our mother has Alzheimer's.   Mama has very advanced Alzheimer's.  She is still mobile but has not known who any of us were for probably going on 2 years.  She has also lost her ability to talk.  Oh, she makes noises but nothing that makes any sense.  She also doesn't really understand what we are telling her. If you are giving her something to eat just telling her to open her mouth doesn't mean anything to her.  You pretty much have to touch her lips with a spoon.  Makes you think of a baby bird.  The thought crossed my mind several times over the night and this morning that this is about the most pitiful thing I have ever seen.  As a daughter it also pained me a great deal to have to help hold my mother down to receive a shot while she was screaming the whole time.  As I may or may not have mentioned before, if you know where you are going there are much worse things than death.  My experience with my mother over the past good number of years has also caused me to re-evaluate my feelings on assisted suicide and I also have very mixed feelings about the drugs for Alzheimer's.  What I do not have mixed feelings about is when the admitting Dr. asked about a DNR I had not hesitation at all saying if it is an issue by all means DNR. This is something the siblings had already talked about in the past and are all in agreement on.  How cruel would it be to bring someone back to the life that she has now. I am going to try to grab a nap while I can.  I am functioning on about 3 hours sleep (and not 3 continuous either!) in the past 40 hours.  Surgery will be tomorrow and then we will go from there.  To be continued I am sure.  Oh!, and on a side note, I mentioned in last post that I had to start the count over.  Well not only did I go 115 days without a period then had one, 2 weeks later I had another.  That shit really ain't funny!