It’s one week until Halloween.  Claire’s birthday is the day before and once again, I’ll miss it.  I’m not sure she’ll even care ~ as long as we send her a present (wink wink)

We were supposed to go watch Greyson play soccer today but it rained so we bought groceries instead (a POOR substitute). I sure do miss my little boys.  I hope they don’t forget me.

Almost time for bed....  have a peaceful night and a serene Sunday.

Five years ago I got the call that my sister, Wanda, had died.  How did that happen??  I had talked to her the day before!  She had breast cancer but no one really believes that’s what killed her.  There’s no way to prove it but I will forever believe her “husband” neglected to take proper care of her.  I miss her every day.  I have no one to talk to like we talked together.

I was with Mother today and we didn’t mention Wanda.  Mother is slowing slipping away.  She is in hospice care and has someone with her 24/7.  Teresa and I do the morning shift ~ 7 a.m. - 3 p.m. then Visiting Angels are there.  Some people want to know why I can be so calm. Perhaps it’s because I came to terms with this months ago.  I just didn’t know how it would come about.

 

 I went to the doctor today.  She had all the paperwork from my stay in the hospital.  She said “you really had it bad”.  No duh doc!! LOL  Not only did I have “the Covid” I also had pneumonia in both lungs but when she listened today she didn’t hear anything but breathing.  I asked if it would be okay to go visit Mother ~ I had not seen her since August 22.  She said “you are probably one of the best to go visit her”. I’ve climbed the mountain and won.  NOT contagious ~ whoop whoop!!

Buck was scheduled for an Upper GI test tomorrow but we BOTH FORGOT to stop his blood thinner on Saturday.... rescheduled for next week.  Hoping they can figure out what is going on with his stomach.

I will get back to staying with Mother every other day tomorrow.  Teresa wants to stay with me cause I don’t know how to take care of her now that she is in a hospital bed ~ whatever!  She plans to sleep on the living room sofa in case I need her .... what a gal, right?  I owe her nine days from the time I was sick.

Later....

Well, here we go....

To the person that was “being a rebel” and not wearing a mask ~ thank you.  You wanted to take it on ~ you’re strong ~ you can handle it?  I have no idea where I picked up the Covid-19 but I guess it’s going to be a part of me for awhile.  Buck and I have been vigilant about wearing a mask and washing our hands. Imagine my surprise when I started to feel sick on August 21!?  What!?  Probably just the yearly crud....nope!  On August 22 I started with a fever ~ sometimes as high as 103 and lethargic ~ just couldn’t get going.  On August 25 I went back to Urgent Care and was tested positive ~ no biggy Right?  On August 26 I couldn’t walk across the room without huffing and puffing for breath.  Buck took me to the ER at the local hospital ~ I was admitted to the “Covid Unit”.  I did not SEE any family except for FaceTime ~ Snapchats ~ photos until September 1.  I had oxygen for all those days and they kept urging me to breathe deep ~ as an added bonus I had pneumonia.  I also got a five day round of Covid medicine and shots in my stomach every day to prevent blood clots.  The staff at Walker Baptist (is that the right name) were very kind ~ apologizing when they had to stick me AGAIN for blood work or to move my IV ~ got some pretty nasty bruises from that.  I got to come home with five days of medication and an inhaler.  I’m in lockdown until September 15th. I still have to remind myself to breathe deeper and I’ve read this may affect my heart.

I’m thankful that  I was the one that went to the hospital and not Buck.

In the interim ~ Mother was admitted to the hospital down the hall from me with a UTI and severe dehydration.  They say she had Covid ~ I’m not convinced.  I laid in my bed thinking I may never see her again and Please Lord if she is going to die let me go to her so she isn’t alone.

So yes ~ you little rebel ~ you do you

Greetings from the South where it is hot hot hot.  The Covid-19 virus is still running rampant.  Our grandson, Briggs, had it but seems to be doing well now.  We haven’t been around him or Greyson in about a month.  Greyson has tested negative each time, so that’s a blessing.  Topher was exposed to someone who has it but he was tested today and he was negative.

Getting ready for a little road trip with Buck.  We are meeting Jennifer and her family, Kim and Skoot in Springfield, Missouri for four days.  Hopefully everyone will have safe travels and we can hug our granddaughters.  I haven’t seen them since December and Buck hasn’t seen them since last summer.

Had planned to take a road trip out west this summer but that isn’t happening.  This will be a little vaca from the day to day.

Greetings from the month of June!

This may be my only post this month.  I thought in January I would do at least one a month and then ~ I didn’t. HA!

2020 has been full of MAJOR things happening in the world.  There was a pandemic that basically brought America to a halt.  People had to work from home, children had to school at home, and we were advised to wear a face mask if we ventured out of our houses.

Mother is going down hill.  She opted for physical therapy but after they stopped coming to the house ~ she stopped.  She spends her day in a lift recliner ~ sleeps there, eats there, does everything there.  She has Visiting Angels ~ a service that provides a care giver when Teresa and I aren’t there.  She has someone with her 24 hours a day.  Not sure what will happen when her money runs out ~ we will cross that bridge if we have to.

Buck’s health isn’t great.  He suffers from AFIB and v-tac of the heart. He has an appointment next week with the cardiologist.  We are hoping for the best but fear he will want to do an ablation.  He is also having digestive issues and has an appointment with a gastroenterologist next month.  Not sure what to think about that.  

I am well ~ I hope you are also.

Sitting in the kitchen of our house in Alabama dreaming of being on a beach somewhere.