Star*
call 911........call 911
Hi family -
Sorry I haven't been around too much. I'll try to fill you in and be brief (stealing minutes here and there between taking care of the Swedish patient)
Leemmee see -
Okay I'm still working - Not getting in much driving, but I'm bale person of the clothes and I lift - ready for this??? (And you hate picking up your kids' laundry?) 45,000 lbs of clothes a week, put them into a regular baler, tie them into around 1000 lb bales and ship them out. FUN! Yeah the though about me separating laundry and being anal about whites, and jeans and (oh pft) Those days are so done. I'm ready to take every bit of clothing I own in my home and throw it in my car, pack it into a bale and never EVER load clothes into a box again. Not kidding. Those clothes you see kids in third world countries wearing? Thank me.....seriously - I'm throwing them their way. Lol.
Dude is doing well, Ouixa is with us now.....and she loves being with her sissy again. She is sooooooooo adorable. She loves her new sissy L.C. too. Me thinks she's going for obedience lessons soon. She listens really well - but she's bored and could use some guidance. Too bad her dad didn't come and I could have got a twofer. lol - ahem.
DF had total knee replacement - the first of two. A week in the hospital and then three days of three weeks in rehab. Yeah - that went swimmingly. What a load of hooey that place was. Lets see - day one? 12 hours without pain medication. Day two - No you can't have a shower - Why? The shower is nasty and basically he's too coherent and would see it - and there was mold so thick in there they put towels on the floor and the seat - usually they have senior citizens that never would notice. OMG not fit for a hog to bathe in there. Day two evening -buzz the nurse the third time - Um excuse me but am I going to get something to eat? In a gruff voice the return nasty voice says "When we get to you!" and the return voice said "Well that would be nice considering you didn't bring me breakfast or lunch." -----complete silence and then 10 minutes later some awful tray of nasty **** you would not have served a dog. Not kidding - it looked like they scooped it out of the trash. THAT night? I took him home - and they tried to give me flack - and well - I'll put it this way - Give ME flack when you've done the above to MY LOVED ONE? -----Go ahead....Give it a whirl.....ten minutes later -and without so much as my voice being raised - they were scrambling for paperwork. I.WAS.NOT.A.HAPPY.CAMPER. When I left it was all - "Yes maam, no sir......blah blah blah...and the next day? We went home. Holy moly Pootie could take just as good a care of him. No joke. So now we have home health aids. And a flaky Physical therapist that lies.....OMG yeah I stopped that today too - she tried the - Oh I called your husbands phone - and it is disconnected. So I said HANG ON....and called his phone. It rang and I said "Huh - It's ringing for me." Then she said "Oh I meant I called your HOUSE - I said Hang on....called it and it rang......I said What number are you dialing I just called the house and it rings fine. Then she said - Well Maybe I dialed wrong...and I said "And I'm going to trust you to work on My old man? WOW.....How about we start over? If you can't make it? Don't lie.....Tell me the truth or you won't be coming here - and I'm guessing you need the money - which is cool ----but don't lie to us. Either you can make it ------or you can't. We're accomodating....and we bend.....but we hate liars and game players. So today is your do over day - Can you come tomorrow without problems yes or no, or do you need to rearrange your schedule and get back to us? We won't be angry - trust me - just be here when you say -----and call 30 minutes ahead or don't come - period. She said "I'll be there tomorrow - no stories." I said - That's acceptable.....and if you can't make it - CALL.....just say "I can't make it - NO STORIES. If it gets to be a habit? Then we'll let you know because he does need therapy.......but other than that? We're cool otherwise we'll make other arrangements....Deal? ....... She said "Sounds great thanks." UGH......I HATE liars. I hate story liars worse.
Lets see - OH the puppy ate DF's glasses --------that was funny....(not)
And some time I'll tell you about the Biker, the plunger and the sewer weasle........who all had a nice trip in the bathroom because the puppy ate his glasses and the poor dear thought the Xanax prescribed by the hopsital said Take Three ONE times a day - and noooooo it actually said Take ONE three times a day. Cripes allmighty I'm lucky I have a toilet left to sit on.........the wicker magazine rack and the shower curtain suffered fatalities. I've never been exactly sure what the proper weapon needed to kill an invisible bathroom weasle was.......and now we all know. (apparently the yellow fiberglass handled ones are just dandy also for leaving black rubber circle marks on your wallpaper too) - yeah tried Mr Clean erasers......looks like someone took a shotgun and blew black, rubber, toilet hole sized rings all over my tan wallpaper. As I laid in my bed listening to the carnage? I wasn't sure what he was going to suck out of the wall? But, some days - you just wonder if going with the flow...(no pun intended) is ever going to pay off.
-I left the bathroom just as it was and the next day? He took the Xanax back to the pharmacy and asked them to dispose of them. -------I couldn't have been happier. I also noticed he disposed of the magazine rack and hung the shower curtain all by his onesizes......Actually pretty proud for the help.....We just don't speak of it really. And I promised not to make weasle noises any more when we're in the bathroom.
He is up and walking without a walker - so there is something to be said about the pain and power of being home. The doctor said it was the worst knee he's ever operated on and had NO idea how he was ever still walking. He said it feels wonderful to not have that pain when he walks. So - maybe in January he'll go again. The scar is pretty ugly - but compared to not being in pain? He said Bring it on. I hope he's able to get a lot of relief from this and get out and start living. Ten years sitting on a couch is not a life.
Miss you all!!
Sorry I haven't been around too much. I'll try to fill you in and be brief (stealing minutes here and there between taking care of the Swedish patient)
Leemmee see -
Okay I'm still working - Not getting in much driving, but I'm bale person of the clothes and I lift - ready for this??? (And you hate picking up your kids' laundry?) 45,000 lbs of clothes a week, put them into a regular baler, tie them into around 1000 lb bales and ship them out. FUN! Yeah the though about me separating laundry and being anal about whites, and jeans and (oh pft) Those days are so done. I'm ready to take every bit of clothing I own in my home and throw it in my car, pack it into a bale and never EVER load clothes into a box again. Not kidding. Those clothes you see kids in third world countries wearing? Thank me.....seriously - I'm throwing them their way. Lol.
Dude is doing well, Ouixa is with us now.....and she loves being with her sissy again. She is sooooooooo adorable. She loves her new sissy L.C. too. Me thinks she's going for obedience lessons soon. She listens really well - but she's bored and could use some guidance. Too bad her dad didn't come and I could have got a twofer. lol - ahem.
DF had total knee replacement - the first of two. A week in the hospital and then three days of three weeks in rehab. Yeah - that went swimmingly. What a load of hooey that place was. Lets see - day one? 12 hours without pain medication. Day two - No you can't have a shower - Why? The shower is nasty and basically he's too coherent and would see it - and there was mold so thick in there they put towels on the floor and the seat - usually they have senior citizens that never would notice. OMG not fit for a hog to bathe in there. Day two evening -buzz the nurse the third time - Um excuse me but am I going to get something to eat? In a gruff voice the return nasty voice says "When we get to you!" and the return voice said "Well that would be nice considering you didn't bring me breakfast or lunch." -----complete silence and then 10 minutes later some awful tray of nasty **** you would not have served a dog. Not kidding - it looked like they scooped it out of the trash. THAT night? I took him home - and they tried to give me flack - and well - I'll put it this way - Give ME flack when you've done the above to MY LOVED ONE? -----Go ahead....Give it a whirl.....ten minutes later -and without so much as my voice being raised - they were scrambling for paperwork. I.WAS.NOT.A.HAPPY.CAMPER. When I left it was all - "Yes maam, no sir......blah blah blah...and the next day? We went home. Holy moly Pootie could take just as good a care of him. No joke. So now we have home health aids. And a flaky Physical therapist that lies.....OMG yeah I stopped that today too - she tried the - Oh I called your husbands phone - and it is disconnected. So I said HANG ON....and called his phone. It rang and I said "Huh - It's ringing for me." Then she said "Oh I meant I called your HOUSE - I said Hang on....called it and it rang......I said What number are you dialing I just called the house and it rings fine. Then she said - Well Maybe I dialed wrong...and I said "And I'm going to trust you to work on My old man? WOW.....How about we start over? If you can't make it? Don't lie.....Tell me the truth or you won't be coming here - and I'm guessing you need the money - which is cool ----but don't lie to us. Either you can make it ------or you can't. We're accomodating....and we bend.....but we hate liars and game players. So today is your do over day - Can you come tomorrow without problems yes or no, or do you need to rearrange your schedule and get back to us? We won't be angry - trust me - just be here when you say -----and call 30 minutes ahead or don't come - period. She said "I'll be there tomorrow - no stories." I said - That's acceptable.....and if you can't make it - CALL.....just say "I can't make it - NO STORIES. If it gets to be a habit? Then we'll let you know because he does need therapy.......but other than that? We're cool otherwise we'll make other arrangements....Deal? ....... She said "Sounds great thanks." UGH......I HATE liars. I hate story liars worse.
Lets see - OH the puppy ate DF's glasses --------that was funny....(not)
And some time I'll tell you about the Biker, the plunger and the sewer weasle........who all had a nice trip in the bathroom because the puppy ate his glasses and the poor dear thought the Xanax prescribed by the hopsital said Take Three ONE times a day - and noooooo it actually said Take ONE three times a day. Cripes allmighty I'm lucky I have a toilet left to sit on.........the wicker magazine rack and the shower curtain suffered fatalities. I've never been exactly sure what the proper weapon needed to kill an invisible bathroom weasle was.......and now we all know. (apparently the yellow fiberglass handled ones are just dandy also for leaving black rubber circle marks on your wallpaper too) - yeah tried Mr Clean erasers......looks like someone took a shotgun and blew black, rubber, toilet hole sized rings all over my tan wallpaper. As I laid in my bed listening to the carnage? I wasn't sure what he was going to suck out of the wall? But, some days - you just wonder if going with the flow...(no pun intended) is ever going to pay off.
-I left the bathroom just as it was and the next day? He took the Xanax back to the pharmacy and asked them to dispose of them. -------I couldn't have been happier. I also noticed he disposed of the magazine rack and hung the shower curtain all by his onesizes......Actually pretty proud for the help.....We just don't speak of it really. And I promised not to make weasle noises any more when we're in the bathroom.
He is up and walking without a walker - so there is something to be said about the pain and power of being home. The doctor said it was the worst knee he's ever operated on and had NO idea how he was ever still walking. He said it feels wonderful to not have that pain when he walks. So - maybe in January he'll go again. The scar is pretty ugly - but compared to not being in pain? He said Bring it on. I hope he's able to get a lot of relief from this and get out and start living. Ten years sitting on a couch is not a life.
Miss you all!!
Oh, Star, how I have missed you and your tales!
(insert weasle noises)
