Friday September 23rd 2022

I liked the female doc that saw hubby today. He asked her where the fluid comes from that keeps filling his (L) lung pleura, and she said it was from his liver; she said "Your liver is very sick and can't do it's job of removing fluids and other irritants from your body." She also told him that it's important for him to go to the Gut Dr next week, and one of the reasons is that they are concerned because he has a 'spot' on his pancreas that they want to look into. She also told him that taking Xanax and drinking at the same time is "very dangerous", and could be lethal. He has yet to start quitting, and I know that... because right after the Dr's appt he went to the liquor store and bought himself "a sleeve" (which is three small bottles) of vodka! Way to go, huh? 

Nannie is also needing more attn because of her incontinence. If her bed has a wet spot on it in the morning, she makes the bed so no one will see it. (!) I made her strip below the waist this morning, and it was a good thing, because when I was wiping her off, she had lots of BM at her rectum, as she has a little area where the poop hides when she tries to clean herself. Her urinary meatus does not seem to have much strength to hold urine back...ie, the urine obeys gravity. (Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.)

Well, as is usual here, Nannie is conked out, napping; hubby is in his 'office' (the Ford) and he has already partaken of a liquid breakfast and lunch. He does eat actual food at suppertime, then snacks off and on for the remainder of the evening. A dietitian would have nightmares of horrors about how this diabetic man eats. He is the horse led to and standing at the edge of the water and not rehydrating himself.

I have a sensor showing a light on my dashboard that is indicating a tire-sensor is out of whack. I clunked over a curb the other day; I thought it was shorter and further away than it was, and bump-cuss-cuss-bump! At least I am still under warranty!

Going to sit outside on the front porch...

Stars, at least you don't have 2 flat tires from the curb-clunking like we had when Twin B was driving me to the airport in July. It's always something. 

That doc sounds like she  was pretty no-nonsense about things. Diabetic and alcohol and not eating regularly == scary.

We sit and wait. The attorney is now about as optimistic as the first one I spoke with (NOT  optimistic). He sent an email that sounded kind of grumpy. Wanted to know what stepdaughter could do as a guardian from 100 miles away. Well, he wanted someone in Indiana and she's the only person there that is willing to take it on. Sister-in-law had second thoughts, and it's totally understandable. If this fails I guess we just sit and watch every few years while stepson crashes and burns, until the crash is fatal.

Ah, well, I got "stuff to do". The last few weeks, between shingles and travel and a cold, I've gotten behind both at work and at home. Not that I was ever "ahead" at home. 

Hi. I feel like I’ve done nothing but sit all day with little to show. I drove to Seattle for

my third and final 12 lead ekg which showed I’m tolerating the new heart med. next step is another cardioversion in 2 weeks. I went to an appointment with dh to see financial planner and I think a lightbulb came on for dh that we will need to spend less. At least I hope. He still hasn’t finalized a retirement date, which means he still can’t finish Medicare enrollment. Sigh. I need to gather some financial info but the internet is stupid slow. Weather is overcast and light rain at times. I have a load of laundry going and am going to lie down soon as I didn’t sleep well. 
No Stars, it’s good the doc was so frank. I hope it makes a difference.

Joe, yeah, if you’re not enjoying choir then time to step back. 
Annie, that sounds like a tough row to hoe. But you need to take of yourself, too. 
The lime cake sounds good but maybe too sweet for my tastes. I don’t even like frosting. 
Hi Tweety.