I was working on an entry about all the stuff that’s been happening this week with MIL and her latest trip to the hospital. How she’s been transferred to a rehab unit to build some strength following the pneumonia. How the Siblings-In-Law are being of no help whatsoever in the situation. How MIL’s Little Dog is adjusting to all the changes . . .
Then Luci decided to get a little closer to Mommy . . . since I haven’t been home much this week . . . and knocked the plug to the computer out of the wall.
No, I didn’t save anything I had written.
You’d think I would know better.
Just goes to show how tired I am right now.
Or maybe it’s Luci’s way of telling me to give her and Rocky and cookie and do the computer stuff later . . .
For a silly lab, she’s really pretty smart . . .
MIL is in the hospital . . . again. This makes the sixth time since the end of July. This time it’s pneumonia and a touch of Congestive Heart Failure. With an added dose of cognitive issues, severe nosebleeds, and a newly discovered allergy to Ativan.
We had a nurse-assessor visit on Friday to determine options for extended care for her. We were hoping for an in-home option or maybe an assisted living facility. We didn’t get a chance to learn anything about any of the options. MIL had an episode where she wasn’t getting enough oxygen and we needed to cut the assessment short and take her to the ER.
Five and a half hours later, we had a diagnosis of pneumonia and CHF and she was comfortably settled into her room.
Yesterday she had severe nosebleed and they gave her Ativan to help with the anxiety of the nosebleed and the breathing issues she was having. It was a very small dose of Ativan, but it kicked her butt. She was zonked most of the day and when she woke up, she was not herself at all.
She doesn’t remember why she’s there or how she got there.
She doesn’t remember the nurses or doctors talking to her.
And the hardest for us to deal with . . . she didn’t recognize Hubby yesterday.
We knew this day was coming. We’ve seen it on the horizon for a while. We were dealing with the issues and making the necessary arrangements. We thought we had more time.
So now we’re dealing with a poor little lady who doesn’t know what’s going on. Siblings that don’t want to face the reality of the situation and are questioning every decision Hubby is making. (BTW, Hubby has full power of attorney to make the decisions as his siblings have never really been involved in MIL’s care.) Grandchildren that appear to be unconcerned . . . I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt. Hubby and I have a short time frame to make some very serious long term decisions. And poor Hubby is being hit head on with his worst fear . . . the loss of his mother. The horrible part is that he’s going to have to face that loss twice. The loss of the Mother he knows and loves to whatever dementia issues that are going on and then the physical loss of his Mother when she does pass away.
Yea, it’s been a rough weekend.
I have a hard time remembering Rocky is just a puppy. He’s only 9 months old and weighs 69 lbs. You’d never believe that if you could see the way he romps and wrassles with Luci. The chase each other through the house. They chase each other through the back yard. Luci loves to grab Rocky by the scruff of his neck and drag him through the yard. I’m glad that they get along so well together.
You can be sure that Rocky gives as good as he gets in the wrassling department. If he can’t get Luci’s attention, he’ll nip at her feet and when she bends down to see what he’s doing, he’ll chew on her ear. He’s been known to crash into her side when he’s running laps around the garage.
Which brings me to today’s subject. Rocky’s third or fourth (honestly, we’ve lost track!) to the visit for a Sick Puppy Visit. It ws for limping again. The right front leg again. He went to bed fine and woke up limping. So either Luci and Rocky were wrassling during the night when I was asleep or there’s some serious medical condition that’s making him limp. My biggest fear is that he will have hip problems. Blacky was diagnosed with Hip Dysplasia when he was two and it was the same sort of circumstance. He was fine one night when he went to bed and then was limping the next morning when he woke up.
Since Hubby and I are totally paranoid when it comes to the dogs, we made an immediate appointment for Rocky to see the vet. Immediate appointment being 24 hours after we called. Normally, Hubby takes Rocky to the vet but I volunteered to go along this time so I could hear first hand what was going on with Rocky. I seriously expected the vet to tell us there was something horribly wrong with his shoulder and I wanted to hear it for myself.
Well, I was very wrong. There isn’t anything horribly wrong with Rocky’s shoulder. It’s just a sprain. They took x-rays (and Rocky gave kisses to everyone that got within tongue range) and there is no sign of a fracture, bone chip, or any other shoulder deformity. We got some meds, were told to keep him quiet for a week to 10 days and to call back to let them know how he’s doing.
Yea, right, keep a rambunctious 10 month old boy puppy and his equally rambunctious 4 year old sister quiet for 10 days. It’s fall, for heavens sake, and he’s just discovered falling leaves and there’s a lot more squirrels out these days. All really important stuff that he just has to take care of.
And I thought Luci was a handful as a puppy . . .
We’re having thunderstorms here in Ohio. Big thunderbooms with bright flashes of lightning. Believe it or not, neither Luci or Rocky seem to be afraid of the thunder or lightning. Although Rocky doesn’t like playing in the rain. He’ll stand at the back door and look out at the deck but he won’t go out in the rain.
Luci, however, has no problems going out in the rain. Or splashing in the puddles. Or sloshing through the mud. Silly girl.
The dog path through the back yard looks like a creek.
Kind of matches the small creek in the basement. Evidently we have a leak somewhere. Hubby’s in the basement slurping up the water with the shop vac. It’s not really a lot of water, but he wants to keep ahead of it so it doesn’t go from bad to worse.
Satellite dish went out so I missed Hell’s Kitchen. I’ll have to watch it online.
Luckily it came back on for Big Brother.
A lovely evening at home.
Ohio State won the game against Navy. Normally that would make me very happy. Since I live in Ohio and I normally cheer for them to win football games. But this was different. Hubby was a sailor and Dad is a Marine. I had to cheer for Navy. I have to admit that Navy gave Ohio State a good scare in the fourth quarter. I said all week that OSU wasn’t taking the Navy game seriously and could get their butts kicked . . . and they proved me right.
I got the lights changed on the gravevine tree. Yes, I confess that the tree was a mess and half of the lights weren’t working for a couple of weeks. I had the lights . . . I just didn’t have the time to get them done. Luci and Rocky supervised while I put the lights on the tree. You should have seen the three of us in the corner of the porch with the tree.
I made the cupcakes. Another project I’ve been thinking about for a while but just didn’t get to. They turned out yummy. Hubby even helped me but the icing in them. We used a whole tub of icing on 10 cupcakes.
We cooked on the grill all weekend. There’s a lot to be said for grilling. Mainly that I don’t have to do a lot of dishes. A bonus any day of the week.
It was a fun weekend. I’m kind of sad to see it end . . .
Life here at the Big Dog House has been stressful lately . . . to say the least. But we’re dealing as best as we can. And I’m very thankful for a three day holiday.
Hubby is golfing this afternoon, which leaves me and the puppies with the house to ourselves.
I need to clean.
I need to do laundry.
I’m thinking about making potato salad and chocolate cupcakes.
But right now, Luci, Rocky and I are a little busy
Look close and you’ll see my reflection in the front door.
We’re reading the Sunday paper on the front porch. And a little later, we’ll be putting new lights on the grapevine tree there in the corner behind Luci.
Then we’ll be baking cupcakes, making potato salad, doing laundry and cleaning the house.
And the best part is, I’ll still have one more day to goof off!
More MIL drama. Her 4th trip to the hospital in 8 weeks. Luckily this was a quick trip to the ER to check out a nasty bump on the head. She fell while letting her Little Dog out and got a big ol goose egg on the back of her head. Since we are still dealing with her blood being a little on the thin side, we thought it would be best to have it checked out. Better safe than sorry . . .
Everything checked out just fine and MIL is back home with Little Dog. But you can bet your bippy that there was a significant amount of drama in the whole event.
Hubby and I have serious concerns about whether MIL should be living alone. SIL is refusing to accept the seriousness of the situation and is perfectly content to let Hubby and me deal with all the drama. The story is too complicated and too stupid to go into here . . . so I won’t. Let’s just say that SIL lives in Fairy Land and thinks that after decades of being a seriously dysfunctional family that we’re going to turn into The Waltons overnight.
Can’t do anything about fixing the dysfunctional family but we can do our best to take care of MIL. We’re looking into options for additional in-home health care. We’re also seriously considering a move to an assisted living facility. Yes, that concept is going over like a lead balloon with MIL. We were lucky that she didn’t fracture her skull or get a concussion . . . or break a hip or something. Sooo, we’re just gathering information at this point and having some serious conversations with MIL. Oh, how I’ve prayed that this day would never come . . . Man, this is rough.
Hubby is fit to be tied with SIL and MIL. I’m flabbergasted at SIL’s reluctance to help in any way, shape, or form. I grew up in a large and close-knit family and I just assumed that all families were like mine. At least to some degree or another. Yea, I’m naive. I just don’t understand and the harder I try, the more confused I get.
At least I can say that Hubby’s always kept his promise that life with him would never be boring . . .