tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63433162160989637502024-03-05T15:25:25.990-05:00Is This All There Is?The Journey Through My Mother's Dementia and Other Random StuffK.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.comBlogger402125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-2253189340114536552012-01-02T00:01:00.002-05:002016-08-18T13:15:09.360-04:00New Year - New BlogAccording to my poll, the consensus was to keep blogging.<br />
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So I will.<br />
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But I started a new blog, since I felt like this one was about my mother mostly.<br />
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Here's the link to the new one: <a href="http://sockmonkeychronicles.blogspot.com/">http://sockmonkeychronicles.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-80675874318554183182012-01-01T02:20:00.000-05:002012-01-01T02:20:04.919-05:00Happy New YearNow I don't normally do this resolution thing, but I just read an article called "<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/12/07/travel/five-paris-lessons/index.html">Five Lessons Learned From Living in Paris</a>" and all five things appealed to me.<br />
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10 item wardrobe! I love that. I'm sure every piece is well made, fit perfectly, flatter her, and all 10 pieces go with everything else.<br />
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In 2012 I'm going to <strike>try to</strike> be more French.<br />
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But the sock monkey hat stays. Just sayin'.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-28189909872656011722011-12-31T22:03:00.000-05:002011-12-31T22:03:05.435-05:00Aurelia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aurelia means golden. She was named after her father's mother. And while she was not a huge fan of the name, she came to terms with it later in life. I always thought it was pretty - like her.<br />
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On this last day of 2011, for my 400th blog entry, a tribute of memories to my Mom.<br />
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Sleeping with me when I had pneumonia for the first time when I was two.<br />
All the clothes she sewed for me (that I ruined!). Her being happy that my sister wasn't "a tomboy", so she could have one girl who liked being dressed up. (It's still that way - my sister wore a dress to the funeral. I wore trouser jeans.)<br />
Our Barbies being the envy of the neighborhood because of the clothes she sewed for them. Her sewing away in the windowless, concrete, steel doored "hurricane room" in Guam. (My dad ripened the bananas in that room.)<br />
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Her sense of humor. </div>
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Her sense of adventure - a Florida girl who lived in Alaska - three times. And whose favorite place in the world was Hawaii. </div>
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Giving us pie tins to bang when we lived in Kodiak to scare the bears away. <i>You kids take these with you. </i>(we never took them)</div>
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Making snow ice cream. <i>You kids make sure that's not yellow snow.</i></div>
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The cookie book that had stars and notes next each of our favorites.</div>
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Every Christmas the tree would have a color theme - the blue tree, the gold tree...etc.</div>
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Her craftyness - ceramics; these giant grapes she made out of some poisonous smelling epoxy. The grapes were then wired to a driftwood "vine". <i>You kids get out of the garage while I'm doing this. </i> </div>
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Beaded Christmas ornaments. Crocheted afghans and baby clothes.</div>
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These big plaques of peacocks and Hindu gods that her and Dad made - a kind of paint by number kit but with beads and sequins. <i>You kids leave that all that stuff alone.</i> </div>
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Her "Indian" nose (a bump she claimed was from a Native American ancestor) - that some plastic surgeon offered to "fix" for her. She was greatly offended. </div>
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Being able to tell when a cantaloupe was ripe even though she didn't eat them, yet could not pick out a good apple to save her soul. (she didn't eat those either) <i>You kids eat those apples!</i></div>
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Having a knack for picking the hottest day of the year to do her canning. </div>
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Her love of hosting a good party complete with pickle forks and shrimp dip. <i>You kids get out of that dip!</i></div>
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<i>We kids miss you. Thanks for being the best mom ever. </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">I'm one of them. </span> <span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Oh why must i work so hard</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Just so i can feel like the noble ones?</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Obligations to my heart are gone</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Superficial lines explain it all.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Sometimes i get tired of pins and needles</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Facades are a fire on the skin.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Oh i'm growing fond of broken people</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">As i see that i am one of them.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Sometimes i get tired of pins and needles</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Facades are a fire on the skin.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">Oh and i'm growing fond of broken people</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">As i see that i am one of them.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">I'm one of them.</span></span><br />
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A different type of sad than when my dad died, maybe because that was unexpected. There he was, happy to be coming home next week and less than twelve hours later - dead.<br />
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This is a more tired, less crying, kind of sad. I don't want to do anything, like go to work. The thought of January, February, March, April all spread out in front of me with no time off is depressing. The two weeks I had off was spent with her dying and then all the stuff I needed to do.<br />
No time to just rest.<br />
To wallow.<br />
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Duke Hospice called me Tuesday to remind me (very gently) of their <a href="http://dhch.duhs.duke.edu/bereavement-services">bereavement program</a>.<br />
I think I'll look into it. I don't want to get down the road and implode.<br />
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I have lost 32 pounds since August. That's something I guess.<br />
And I have a sock monkey hat.<br />
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<i>An Almighty Thud</i><br />
We Were Promised Jetpacks<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I lost my crown</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">When it hit the ground</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">With an almighty thud</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I went to pick it up</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">And reveal my weaknesses to the crowd</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">And I lost my home</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">When I lost my throne</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">To a successor</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">With far more expansive plans</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Than I ever did</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I abdicated</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;">[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/w/we_were_promised_jetpacks/an_almighty_thud.html ]</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">You're the last thing I want</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I'd love to stay here</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">You're the last thing I want</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I'd love to live here</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I sat in my castle</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">And I waited on news</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">From one final battle</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">That we couldn't afford to lose</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">And I whispered suddenly</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">My greatest fears to anyone who would hear me</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">You're the last thing I want</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I'd love to stay here</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">You're the last thing I want</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">I'm going to stay here</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br />
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[Real life]: I told my other neighbor M. that B's dad had the tumor. I assumed [bad idea every time] that M. knew since her son was taking care of B's dog. Of course M. had no idea. I thought about confessing to B. that I had told M.<br />
But didn't. Until the dream.<br />
And in the dream I confessed and we both cried in my car in my driveway. Later that morning I wondered if her dad had died too.<br />
But she has not been home much for me to ask.<br />
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Yesterday morning I dreamed I took Lillie (my black cat) to an outdoor coffee shop. I held her in my arms, (this would NEVER happen in real life), and oddly enough, she was quiet (again - total dreamland). There were two dogs who were very interested in her, so I was trying to fend off the dogs and order coffee. When the coffee came, it was in a very tall, about three feet high, vase type contraption. The coffee was more like chocolate pudding and there was seafood in it. They assured me I would LOVE it.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturnalia">Happy Pagan Holidays</a>, Solstice, Hanukkah, Christ-mass, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-t7uVdID3s">etc., etc., etc.</a><br />
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Look what E. gave me! (sock monkey hat in case you can't see from the angle) I LOVE it. Our server at P.F. Changs (Jewish Christmas Eve) last night thought it was a bear, but it was dark in there.<br />
He got a $10 tip for saying my dirty martini would be so dirty I'd need a cigarette afterwards. That and it is the pagan holidays.<br />
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Received the death certificates yesterday - zero "sanitized" copies. Not sure what I can do without those.<br />
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Had a nice Atkinsy breakfast of bacon and eggs. <span style="font-size: x-large;">BACON!</span><br />
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Saw <i>The Descendents </i>last night (see Jewish Christmas Eve above). Excellent George Clooney gazing, but movie less funny than expected; seriously - could they not have given that woman some chapstick?!<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-57532565103867984542011-12-20T18:09:00.000-05:002011-12-23T18:05:22.712-05:00The CountdownI don't know about you, but for several weeks after the "spring forward" daylight savings time change, I'll say to myself, [if it's nine o'clock], "It's really only eight o'clock." Eventually, the change becomes real.<br />
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That's kind of what's happening now.<br />
It's been one week today since Mom was buried, two weeks tomorrow since she died, three weeks tomorrow since I got sick...<br />
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I am deep in executrix mode, which sucks for a closer such as myself.<br />
Everything hinges on something else - mostly death certificates - which I still don't have (two weeks tomorrow...).<br />
And I discovered she did not claim her C.G. pension the tax year prior to her moving up here, so I need to file an amended return. I can't close accounts and divide up the "estate" until all this is taken care of.<br />
But first wait for the 1099-R form, then file, then...more waiting.<br />
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Waiting. The bane and curse of the closer...<br />
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Here's a couple of things I've learned the last few days:<br />
- When someone tells you they need a "sanitized" version of the death certificate - that means one without the cause of death.<br />
- Make sure you get copies with the cause of death and some "sanitized" ones. Because of HIPPA laws, some places can't file them if the cause of death is on them.<br />
- Do <b>NOT</b> tell the cable company the reason you are canceling the service - they want a death certificate. Really cable company?! I am paying YOU money, not the other way around, I don't need to prove anything to you. Unbelievable.<br />
If you pitch a big enough fit, they will transfer your crabby indignant self to someone who will cancel it - no questions asked.<br />
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I'm not sad (yet), more...incomplete. As if something was missing or I'm forgetting to do something.K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-21853489129744624862011-12-18T10:43:00.000-05:002011-12-18T10:57:37.078-05:00The BeekeeperI've told you I find beekeeping fascinating and scary at the same time. This guy takes the "natural" approach to the next level.<br />
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Here's a link to the Bedlam Farm blog about a book on beekeepers: <i><a href="http://www.bedlamfarm.com/blog/2011/12/16/the-writer-and-the-beekeepers-a-spiritual-story-wonderful-stories/">Backyard Beekeepers of the Bay Area</a>.</i><br />
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And here's a song about beekeeping.<br />
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<i>The Beekeeper</i><br />
By Dessa<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Here comes the beekeeper</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">With her pitcher full of smoke</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">She'll put us all to sleep I hope </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">It’s dream and honesty</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Sweet Prometheus come home, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They took away our fire</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And all that scarcity promotes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">It’s desperate men and times</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">What fine design, what hands, what minds</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The envy and eden, the tools and our reasons</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Clear in the animal Animal's eyes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">We stand up right, build fires at night</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">For now we just try to survive</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The surgeon and the farmer meet</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Each greets the other with a bow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They're kindred instruments you know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 5px;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The scalpel and the plow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And in the shadow of the mountain</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">We work when work abounds</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And we wear out all our prayers</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When the work runs out</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">What fine design, my hands my mind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The envy and eden, the tools and our reasons</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Clear in the animal Animal's eyes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">We stand up right, build fires at night</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">For now we just try to survive.</span>
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I am still sick; as of Wednesday it will be three weeks. I'm at the place where it seems like I will never feel well again. My glands are swollen and I'm hacking up a lung or two or five.<br />
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My sister told me about a chocolate bar that has chipotle, salt, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_Rocks">Pop Rocks</a> in it (they call it popping candy). The chocolatier is Chuao, the bar is called <a href="http://www.nexternal.com/chuao/firecracker-c32.aspx">Firecracker</a>. Southern Season carries it, of course. It's fun.<br />
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the Gals, who sat with, laughed with, prayed for, virtual hugged, packed up, fed, coffeed, well-wished, ballooned, gift certificated, and hand held me.<br />
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my family, who traveled days to get here/there and, as exciting a story it might have been to tell later, didn't have a Jerry Springer moment (the potential was there people). And who, even in their own sorrow, fed and comforted us.<br />
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the friends who kept our home fires burning, our pets fed, our children safe. Who picked up mattresses and kept an eye on the landscapers. Who hugged our necks and just plain loved on us real hard.<br />
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all those far away [on Facebook and beyond] who sat with, laughed with, prayed for, hugged, well-wished, and hand held, albeit virtually. Those were just as important and beloved as those received in person.<br />
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Here's a pretty little song that has nothing to do with the post.<br />
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you're welcome for the ear worm. A song about Alabama by a band from Florida (not just Florida, but J'ville). <br />
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Anyway, Mom is truly home now, buried next to my father in the family cemetery.<br />
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We went out after the viewing to eat, then to my brother's hotel for story telling. And laughing. And maybe a wee bit of drinking.<br />
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I got asked if I was my sister's mother. Hilarity ensued I assure you. And the [older] man who asked the question is still trying to take it back.<br />
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Speaking of my sister, she left today. I'm praying for tail winds, smooth connections, and great weather all the way back to Juneau.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-6884746808020163982011-12-10T18:24:00.001-05:002011-12-16T16:49:41.416-05:00What Now?I don't know.<br />
Should I keep this blog and change the tagline or start a new one? Maybe I don't have anything else to say. Well, that's probably not true quite yet (or maybe ever).<br />
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Let me tell you something - I have the best friends in the world. They've been all rally-round-the-flag-boys.<br />
CP made sure I had retail therapy, as well as a Cheesecake Factory burger and salad on Wednesday. (And it was her birthday too)<br />
Thursday I called people - the VA and the C.G. and Social Security. Took care of my little car Blanche and had her degreased and vacuumed after she visited her BF's over at Auto Logic. A vehicular version of a mani-pedi.<br />
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I spent way too much money on this while I was waiting for them to finish her check-up:<br />
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People checked in via text and phone calls, sent gift certificates for facials and Starbucks.<br />
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Friday, CP (again) helped, (and by helped I mean she did most all of it), me pack up Mom's room one more time. I have touched that stuff <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>five times</b></span> since 2008.<br />
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We took a break for supper and had this:<br />
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Oh my gawd was that good. And I ate every last bite of it.<br />
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Today I walked with the Gals, ran errands, got a book on CD's from the library, met TROSA at CB to pick up everything from her room. The TV, coffee table, dresser (broken), bed frame, clothes, etc.<br />
The sooner it's cleaned out the more money is returned. I have a feeling that will be helpful in paying for her transport back down to Florida.<br />
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It's weird that she's gone. Even though I hoped for it these last few months (in the nicest possible way. You know what I mean.).<br />
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Well, up early tomorrow for the drive down to Florida. I haven't even taken down the suitcase yet and Oscar knows something's going on. He will not leave me alone.<br />
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Be thinking on what I should do about this here blog, okay?K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-79966513080194800702011-12-07T21:00:00.001-05:002011-12-08T02:36:42.505-05:00It Is DoneToday, December 7, 2011 at about 10:05 AM, Mom crossed over.<br />
She'd been trying to get over, (and I'd been encouraging her along, believe me), since Saturday.<br />
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Sunday she said "Omar" very clearly, and "Elka", a little less clearly.<br />
I don't know anyone named Omar or Elka, except for <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_278370919">Omar on </a><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Little">The Wire</a>. (</i>And yes, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBx8JNarOlg">he is my boyfriend.</a>)<br />
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I said if they're here to take you, you just go ahead on Mom.<br />
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She didn't listen. <br />
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I said a lot of things on Sunday. I got mad at her. Told her she was being a stubborn Florida mule.<br />
Then switched tactics and told her we all loved her and she was free to go. Told her she did a good job and we would be okay. Go be with Dad and Mookie and Whiskey...[inserted all the dead people and pets I could conjur up].<br />
I went through a box of Kleenex. I cried and railed at God and told him I was going to be pissed at Him if she was in pain. (He knows me, it's okay).<br />
I told her that she was pissing Jesus off by keeping him waiting. Someone pointed out that since she wasn't a money changer in the temple, I was probably lying on that last one.<br />
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I read <i>Alice in Wonderland</i> to her. We looked at pictures. I timed the breathing stoppages and the moaning intervals. I watched <i>The Last Time I Saw Paris. </i><br />
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I reminisced about things. All the crappy artwork on the mantle. Keeping my Girl Scout pin and the award I won for writing in 8th grade in her jewelry box. Her goofy cookie making habits (the recipe says it makes five dozen, dammit I'm going to get at least that), having a laughing spell in the frozen food aisle at Big and Crusty Bagels in Publix. (Who would give that name to a food item?!)<br />
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She stopped talking on Monday. They increased her morphine to a bigger dose, every hour if needed.<br />
When she slept, I could go home. That was our drill for four days.<br />
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Steffi was with me (thanks for that), this morning when it happened.<br />
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She did it on her own terms. Like she did everything else.<br />
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I love you Mom.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-37321953946604928542011-11-29T20:09:00.001-05:002011-11-29T21:54:59.836-05:00I Won't LieYesterday evening was tough. All day I've been antsy, (along with itchy and prickly), just thinking about it.<br />
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I did go over Sunday. She had just "gone down for a nap" - it truly is aging in reverse. I sat with her for a bit and watched <i>Gandhi </i>while she slept. Then I took the clothes that weren't hers that someone had put BACK IN HER ROOM in the dresser that STILL ISN'T FIXED and dumped them in my backseat. Because it pissed me off. And carrying those clothes around with me in the car is going to fix that.<br />
Heh.<br />
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Did I tell you about the dresser? I don't remember. You probably don't either. So here goes - possibly again.<br />
When I went to get her some clothes for her return from the hospital in October, three of the four drawers had the fronts off. Two were off completely and propped up nicely on the side of the dresser. One is hanging lopsided. Those drawers opened really easy, so how in the world did the fronts got ripped off?! It's not a family heirloom, it's from Target, but still, WTH.<br />
Housekeeping was supposed to take a look at it - last month. I can get over there with some Gorilla Glue, but dang it, I DON'T WANT TO.<br />
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So, yesterday.<br />
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I went over for supper. We're at a new table in the other dining room now. I don't like it. It's the table where people get fed. It's a sad table. No one talks.<br />
No nonsensical conversations, no humming, no Myrtle saying, "Would it kill them to give us some dessert?!"<br />
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In between trying to interest Mom in something, I fed "Emily", the lady next to her; she doesn't speak, has beautiful porcelain skin. Sometimes she takes a spoon and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">TAP</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tap</span> tap <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">taptaptaptaps</span> on the table. Or claps her hands.<br />
What if she is one of those people who wants to eat all their beans, then all their stuffing? Sorry, no choice now. She opens her mouth for every bite.<br />
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Mom had one bite of chicken, several bites of chocolate ice cream, several of fruit cocktail. She nodded off between bites.<br />
Her language is pretty much gone.<br />
She makes noises. Every now and then an recognizable word breaks through. A yes or no. The occasional hey.<br />
She's shrinking, turning in on herself, a little doodlebug.<br />
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Jesus. I thought it sucked before, but this, this...dissolving, like sugar in cold tea, is slow and fucked up.<br />
<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-80345929937436327632011-11-27T10:17:00.001-05:002011-11-27T11:03:44.595-05:00What An Assessment Summary Report Looks LikeFirst - I haven't been to see Mom since Thanksgiving.<br />
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Here's a breakdown of the new charges, which are in addition to her monthly "rent" of $4500:<br />
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<b>Medications - $427</b><br />
- Order and coordinate medications between family, health care providers and pharmacy<br />
- Provide attention while patient self-administers medications<br />
- Provide physical assistance while taking medications<br />
- Assist with medication storage<br />
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<b>Chronic Condition Management - $598</b><br />
<b>-</b> Resident has been diagnosed with diabetes<br />
- Specific care and/or monitoring because of the chronic condition noted above<br />
- Resident has insulin-dependent diabetes<br />
- Supervise or perform blood sugar monitoring three or more times per week<br />
- Administer insulin injections<br />
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<b>Respiratory Equipment - $470</b><br />
- Help with proper storage, supply and signage with the use of oxygen or respiratory equipment<br />
- Staff attention or physical assistance with the use of oxygen or respiratory equipment<br />
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<b>Dress and Groom - $342</b><br />
- Help with the set-up, selection, or laying out of clothes or grooming toiletries<br />
- Staff attention or assistance with dressing tasks<br />
- Staff attention or assistance with grooming tasks<br />
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<b>Bathroom Assist - $299</b><br />
- Help because resident is unable to use the bathroom on their own<br />
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<b>Total - $2136.00</b><br />
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In their defense, they are not charging for the nebulizer treatments, or helping her eat and they didn't charge for many things (bathroom assistance) for many months.<br />
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She is in the hole $2480 a month.<br />
<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-80695855591000301902011-11-25T18:53:00.001-05:002011-11-25T23:58:07.647-05:00Let's Take A WalkAt <a href="http://www.ci.chapel-hill.nc.us/index.aspx?page=831">Booker Creek</a>.<br />
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Park in the Home Team's parking lot, don't have to cross Franklin Street.<br />
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Headphones - check. Purse in trunk - check. Keys in hand - check.<br />
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First, start the music player...now....figure out the Cardio Trainer app...stop the apps music player because I already started the "real" one...okay...re-start the workout...now re-start the music playlist...put phone in pocket...pause the workout inadvertently...take phone out of pocket...restart the workout...lock phone...NOW put in pocket...<br />
And we're off.<br />
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It's about noon and I'm regretting my wardrobe choice (a heavy long sleeved tee-shirt) because it's hot! All the leaves have fallen off the trees so the path, deliciously shaded in summer, is now exposed.<br />
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Passed a small gaggle of coltish teenagers with mothers? aunts? followed by a mother and her young (5-6) year old daughter. That's right, left them in the dust.<br />
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[Calories burned: twenty nine. Or so says the male vaguely British Cardio Trainer app voice]<br />
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You know what I've noticed? Runners rarely nod to walkers. Other runners - yes. Walkers mostly nod or acknowledge other walkers. Like RV campers and tent campers - two groups who think the other group is stupid. As a tent camper, I found RVer's to be rude and inconsiderate neighbors for the most part.<br />
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Know what else? If you see someone more than once, the greetings decline. About the third or fourth pass, you just politely look at the ground. Or up at the trees. Or pretend your phone/MP3 player is acting up.<br />
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Older men are all or nothing: a full good afternoon or the slight head bob.<br />
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[Calories burned: eighty six]<br />
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I thought about light poles and telephone poles and wondered why we don't put them underground. They make it hard to take pictures of trees holding their white hallelujah hands up to the Carolina blue sky.<br />
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Obviously good photo opps is not the only reason underground lines seem like a good idea. There are hurricane and ice storm reasons.<br />
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Thinking about the singer of the <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE6wxDqdOV0&list=FLN_ZAU4Gm_VKTum4iMc5X5w&index=11&feature=plpp_video">Video Games</a> </i>video and I wonder -<i> What it would be like to go through life looking like that? </i>I have never had that kind of beauty or power - that I was aware of anyway.<br />
Reminded me of <i>The April Witch</i> by Ray Bradbury. The premise of the story, as I vaguely recall, was this: a witch possesses a girl to experience love.<br />
<i>What it would be like to go through life looking like that? I can't even imagine.</i><br />
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[Calories burned: one hundred twenty five]<br />
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I thought about this blog and what I would write about. Thought about the man with a Jack Russell and a poodle because it seemed like an odd dog combo.<br />
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Another Jack Russell was walking off leash and he came over to greet me. He was all white except for the left side of his head, which was black. They are cute dogs. Too smart (and active) for me though.<br />
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I thought about how the sidewalk was slippery with the crumbled brown carcasses of dead leaves, pine needles, and sweet gum balls.<br />
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I thought about my mother dying and all the things I'll need to do: call the VA, the Coast Guard, Social Security, TROSA, my siblings, my mother's friends (not necessarily in that order of course). I thought about death certificates and where do I get them. How many will I need? Ten? Fifteen? What about her taxes? What am I not thinking of? What don't I know that I don't know?<br />
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I thought about squirrels and birds and pondered on why the air smelled vaguely of the sea.<br />
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Then I had walked two miles.<br />
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[Calories burned: Two hundred and sixty six - the equivalent of four oranges]<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-37997486213019655522011-11-24T19:39:00.001-05:002011-11-24T21:10:36.209-05:00Thanksgiving 2011Mom is the same - eating very little, sleeps a lot, rarely laughs anymore. I used to get her to laugh all the time. One of the few understandable things she said to me today was, "That's so weird."<br />
I don't know what was weird, but that was clear as a bell.<br />
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A. told me Mom often doesn't sleep in her bed. She's agitated ("<a href="http://erlewinedesign.com/end-of-life-care/312agitation.htm">end of life agitation</a>"), can't seem to get comfortable, wants to be around people, so they bring her out to the living room with her oxygen and settle her in a recliner for the night.<br />
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I took over some new clothes - cute little zip up jacket in pink, fuchsia tee-shirt and nice black sweatpants. While she slept off her two bites of turkey at the dining table, I took the opportunity to go through her closet. Got rid of clothes that weren't hers (there were quite a few), weeded out the too small stuff, hung up pants on pant hangers (!), and arranged shirts by color. (Shut up.)<br />
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A woman visiting her father brought her <a href="http://www.trainpetdog.com/Landseer/about-landseer.html">Landseer Newfoundland</a> named Oreo. It was hilarious watching Avery and Oreo play - Oreo's <i>head</i> was bigger than the entire puppy! Someone said Avery had cattle dog in her and sure enough, she was nipping at Oreo's heels trying to herd him. That skill might come in handy, herding seniors to the dining room for instance.<br />
Seriously though, what a great idea for a facility like CB to adopt their own dog. The administrator said they've received many emails and phone calls saying that very same thing. (now they need a cat!)<br />
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Speaking of cats - here's a typical morning scenario:<br />
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The third one was just out of camera range. Can't a person pee in peace?!<br />
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I had turkey, cauliflower broccoli<br />
au gratin, and chipotle cranberry sauce for dinner. The last item is kinda cheating, but I made it myself and there's very little sugar in it.<br />
For dessert I had an obscene amount of whipped cream.<br />
And I may have more later.<br />
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I've been watching <i>The Monkees </i>on Netflix. Too funny.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-77541543342624200572011-11-24T10:04:00.001-05:002011-11-24T10:42:44.876-05:00ItchyIsn't that the name of the cat on The Simpsons? (Ah, no. That would be the mouse. Scratchy is the cat.)<br />
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I have <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pityriasis_rosea">pityriasis rosea</a> on my neck and chest.<br />
Don't worry, it's not contagious. It's caused by one of them there herpes viruses (maybe). Just how many of those stupid herpes things are there?! I think it's fair to say that none of them are good.<br />
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Guess what else? I'm in the lucky (heh) 2% who have a yearly re-occurrence. For the past four years it has appeared in the fall. Yes, there are scarves - except...dun dun dun...heat makes it worse. <br />
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It was first misdiagnosed as a yeast infection by a regular MD. At their suggestion, Vagisil was purchased to slather on my neck. It did nothing except cause embarrassment at check out. <br />
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When I went for my <strike>annual</strike> cheap Irish complexioned visit to the dermatologist, it had just cropped up again. He kinda snorted when he heard the yeast infection diagnosis then prescribed some cortisone ointment. Which thankfully, (hey, a thanks giving!), blessedly, makes the itching stop.<br />
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Well another cup of coffee, then I'm off to Whole Foods for some turkey and to visit with Mom for a bit.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-76383522166082126212011-11-23T19:41:00.001-05:002011-11-24T10:03:39.353-05:00The Obligatory Thanksgiving PostI'm not going to hit that thankful thing right away, rather meander over to it - consider yourself forewarned.<br />
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Today at work it was slooooow, and I did a far amount of reading on the interwebz.<br />
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First,<i> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/27/magazine/can-the-bulldog-be-saved.html">Can the Bulldog Be Saved?</a></i> Good question. After reading the article, I needed to see what a Leavitt bulldog looked like, and ended up here: <a href="http://leavittbulldogassociation.com/">http://leavittbulldogassociation.com/</a><br />
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Then I looked at an American Bulldog for comparison. <a href="http://www.bulldoginformation.com/american-bulldog.html">http://www.bulldoginformation.com/american-bulldog.html</a><br />
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I'm pretty sure that's the kind of dog my dad had - he LOVED that dog. It killed snakes.<br />
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My favorite, the Bull Terrier (the Target dog). <a href="http://www.terrificpets.com/dog_breeds/bull_terrier.asp">http://www.terrificpets.com/dog_breeds/bull_terrier.asp</a><br />
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Tired of dogs now, I read about <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/17/demi-moores-past-relation_n_1100328.html">Demi Moore's past relationships</a> in the Huffington Post, and about <a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2011/11/17/porn_that_women_like_why_does_it_make_men_so_uncomfortable_.html">porn that women like</a> in Slate.<br />
Also at Slate, I perused several <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/life/dear_prudence/2011/11/dear_prudence_man_kissed_his_wife_s_ex_husband_s_wife.html">Dear Prudence </a>articles, the <a href="http://todayspictures.slate.com/20111123/">pictures of the day</a>, an article about <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/the_highbrow/2011/11/joan_didion_s_blue_nights_isn_t_about_grieving_for_her_daughter_it_s_about_a_mother_s_regrets_.html">Joan Didion's new book</a>, learned the difference between <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/life/food/2011/11/macarons_macaroons_and_macaroni_the_curious_history.html">macarons, macaroons and macaroni</a>, and in <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/life/food/2011/11/_20_guests_19_pies_my_mother_s_demented_glorious_thanksgiving_baking_extravaganza_.html">20 pies for 19 guests</a>, found out what a Ecclefechan tart and a funeral pie was. Erm...is. Mmmmm, mincemeaty. (seems people either love or hate mincemeat pie. No mince middle ground. I am firmly in the lover of mince category.)<br />
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Keeping on the food trail, there's s<a href="http://www.heraldsun.com/view/full_story/16540225/article-Sweet-potatoes-and-greens-?instance=homesecondleft">weet potatoes and greens</a> in the Durham paper. Here's how to make gluten free gravy as well as a couple of GF desserts: <a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/23/health-tips-from-the-thankgiving-help-line/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/<wbr></wbr>2011/11/23/health-tips-from-<wbr></wbr>the-thankgiving-help-line/</a><br />
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BPA in canned goods possibly a cause of diabetes: <a href="http://www.wwlp.com/dpp/news/local/hampden/study%3A-bpa-in-canned-foods-harmful">http://www.wwlp.com/dpp/news/local/hampden/study%3A-bpa-in-canned-foods-harmful</a><br />
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Elephants dying from drought in Zimbabwe: <a href="http://allafrica.com/stories/201111180028.html">http://allafrica.com/stories/201111180028.html</a><br />
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At the LA Times (Europe section): <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fg-britain-hacking-20111122,0,1591368.story">Hugh Grant becoming the spokesperson</a> of sorts for the phone hacking scandal; most British critics are loving <a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/world_now/2011/11/british-critics-applaud-meryl-streep-iron-lady-margaret-thatcher.html">Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher</a> - if not the movie.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-adv-shadow-wolves-20111122,0,5609688.story?obref=obnetwork">Shadow Wolves </a>were also in the LA Times.<br />
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But I think the best thing I read all day was this story on <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1120-prison-hospice-html,0,6904576.htmlstory">prison hospice</a>.<br />
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Mom is about the same. Her care rate went up about $1000 - but if they cut out a lot of her meds it will be about $500 instead. She often refuses to take them and it really doesn't matter if she takes her Plavix anymore.<br />
A bill from UNC hospital came, says she owes about $1200. I'm not sure they submitted it to Tricare though.<br />
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Who do these guys sound like?<br />
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This video is slightly creepy, but I like the song.<br />
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Finally, the thanks giving part. I told you it would be a meander. One final article on the health benefits of gratitude: <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/22/science/a-serving-of-gratitude-brings-healthy-dividends.html">http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/22/science/a-serving-of-gratitude-brings-healthy-dividends.html</a><br />
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A few days ago, I received an email from Local Harvest. The last paragraph said:<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: none; background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A few months ago someone sent me a quotation from a Native American prayer which says, "Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: none; background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So may we express our gratitude around our Thanksgiving tables, for those blessings already manifest, and for the capacity to sustain the hope that what is needed is on its way."</span><br />
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Thanks ya'll for the known and the unknown blessings.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-74701343926621736832011-11-20T09:25:00.001-05:002011-11-20T19:27:26.254-05:00I Thought Yesterdaywas going to be the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">BIG ONE</span>. You know - the one where Mom dies.<br />
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CB called around 7:30 AM and said Mom had "taken a turn".<br />
In near superhuman fashion - twenty minutes - I was dressed, make-uped, had fed the cats, scooped litter boxes and at CB.<br />
A., (one of Mom's favorite aides, mine too), said her heart rate had gone down, she was having trouble breathing. They had called hospice and given her two morphine doses (5:30 and 7:30). She was sleeping.<br />
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I settled in, read some <i>Frankenstein</i> on my kick-ass phone, texted some folks (please bring coffee!) and threw away some stuff. (just getting a head start on what I'll have to do anyway - don't begrudge me small pleasures)<br />
D. came with coffee. To kill some time, we looked through Dad's war and peace medals and other military paraphernalia, where she noticed an awesome walrus head tie tack - which now lives on my jacket.<br />
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Mom continued to sleep...well, like the dead.<br />
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Then sometime in the afternoon she woke up, was agitated. Had another dose of the big M., had her mouth wiped out with nitroglycerin swabs (encourages saliva).<br />
We called my brother; she perked up so much after that she drank some sweet tea, ate a graham cracker, and a few tiny bites of peach yogurt. She talked, in her way.<br />
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Laughed when D. imitated Donald Duck, then called her a "shit hound".<br />
Yes, exactly that.<br />
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She drifted back to sleep after a few hours. I met Anon CP at Whole Foods for brisket and salad.<br />
Went home, changed clothes (it was hotter than Hades in her room), fed cats, and washed my face twice -something had irritated the crap out of it. It was bright red and felt like it was on fire. Could have been the coconut lotion I put on Mom's hands.<br />
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When I returned, Mom <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">was sitting in the living room!</span> talking about puppies and who knows what else.<br />
We went back to her room and alternated between watching <i>Up</i> and <i>Splendor in the Grass -</i> quite the combo, I know. She was more talkative during <i>Splendor. </i>We discussed whether that was Sandy Dennis or Tuesday Weld (Sandy), how handsome Warren was, what a cad he was, how pretty Natalie was, etc. I left around 9-9:30, sat in my driveway talking to my sister. Remembered I needed darn cat food and had to go to Kroger.<br />
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Today, after the Gals Second Annual Mutiny Anniversary Lunch, I went over. Was just in time for sing-a-long - my favorite! (I'll let you decide if I'm being sarcastic or not.)<br />
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CB has adopted a puppy, their very own live-in therapy dog - which is a great idea. Her name is Avery and she is adorable (all the more so because she's not piddling on my carpet).<br />
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I didn't stay long, I had a raging headache.<br />
Surely brought on by the roller coaster ride of "My mother's dying - oh wait. Never mind."<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-50544730594806778602011-11-15T19:49:00.001-05:002011-11-16T09:02:41.332-05:00A Veritable Plethora of StuffMaybe.<br />
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I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">prickly</span>. That's what the ex-BF said about his family - they were a prickly bunch (he included himself in that description, just so you know).<br />
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That's an apt description of how I feel lately.<br />
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Yesterday the cashier at Kohl's kept my 15% discount card after swiping it, saying that it was for one time use only. She gave it back when I asked for it, but only reluctantly.<br />
I wanted to call a manager and have the poor girl flogged or something else Nathaniel Hawthorne-y. Because she was wrong.<br />
Instead, as I signed the credit card receipt, I muttered "that's BS" under my breath. Passive-aggressive is my middle name ya'll.<br />
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Today at the pharmacy in Kroger my eye rolling and heavy sighing was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">JUST BARELY</span> contained when I was chided - yes, chided - for not picking up an order, then a big deal was made about them having to ring up two avocados and take a coupon.<br />
All the while someone was standing INSIDE MY PERSONAL BUBBLE (granted I have large sphere). It took TWO "looks" for her to step back. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">RESPECT THE BUBBLE! </span><br />
Especially the prickly ones.<br />
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Then I come home to zero Netflix movies because the mail person at our building is a doofus and for some reason is not picking up the outgoing mail. Erg.<br />
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I am addicted to La Croix sparkling water, mainly the grapefruit (pamplemousse in French) and the lime. When I saw the coconut flavor in Target, I thought - okay, sure, I'll try it.<br />
Oh friends. As it turns out, I do not like drinking what suntan lotion smells like.<br />
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My nephew called me last night, to check on his Nana. Awww. Sorry the report is so crappy.<br />
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I took over some size eleven (that's MY size!) slippers last night - hoping they might fit when the edema is bad. She had some <a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_TED_stand_for_in_TED_hose">TED hose</a> on and was wearing her normal slippers. She fell asleep in the dining room so I took my leave.<br />
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Speaking of shoes (well awhile back we were) - how cute are these:<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-18531725535192093172011-11-13T16:46:00.001-05:002011-11-13T17:20:09.493-05:00So Far (continued)I've taken a walk:<br />
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When I started walking again after taking the above picture, my right knee got all stupid and wonky. It seems mostly better now.<br />
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After the walk, it was Walmart for cat litter, cat food, whipped cream, (one rule on this crazy diet - DO NOT run out of whipped cream), and in spite of not being not on the "need" list - <i>Elf.</i><br />
I HATE Christmas, but I LOVE that stupid movie.<br />
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Off to CB to visit Mom, the hospice volunteer was there. Mom's feet and legs were so swollen; they had alerted hospice. Nothing else to do.<br />
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Afterward, I returned slippers to Target that won't fit her sausage-like feet, then the Post Office to mail a package.<br />
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<br />K.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03130946775246181586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343316216098963750.post-86440313831757404832011-11-13T09:40:00.001-05:002011-11-13T11:08:13.985-05:00So Fartoday I have re-arranged a couple of shelves in the pantry, washed dishes, cleaned out the frig (old cauliflower - ewwww), a load of clothes, and vacuumed. (Can you ever remember how to spell vacuum? I always start with two c's then switch to two u's. It doesn't look right either way.)<br />
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Last week at <a href="http://www.twigliving.com/">Twig</a>, a great local store that carries sustainable fair traded goods, I saw these little treats:<br />
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Aren't they cute? Silicon lids that stretch to fit just about anything (they come in about five different sizes from tiny to cover-a-watermelon. These are the second size up). There's also a <a href="http://www.lekue.us/en/cooking-bag-1-pcs-3400800">ziploc type bag</a> you can cook or freeze in, but it was very small and expensive.<br />
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Fawn sent me this hilarious commercial.<br />
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