Thursday August 17th 2023

Got up and was going to go to Food Lion to get a few things we are running out of, when hubby came out of his room and asked me where I was going. I told him and he paused; then I quickly said, "I said I'm not going to the store over by where you are going. You go ahead, and I'll get Nannie up," I was bound and determined he wasn't going to ask me to pick up a 'sleeve' or two at the ABC store over there!

Temp is 90 degrees with a "feels like" of 101 degrees, because the humidity is 75%. AUGH! 

Had to close the drapes last night because I didn't get anything for the deer and they walked up into the back yard where I usually put their corn...and approached half-way to the glass door, looking in toward me. I was sitting on the sofa under the reading light, and I guess they know I am the 'feeder'. I got to feeling 'guilty', and couldn't stand them looking at me with their "Well?" look on their faces! So I have too get them some food to put down this afternoon. There is one does who comes up earlier than any of the other ones, and I don't want to have to see her when she comes toward the house!

Okay, got to get the Nannie-person up. Whoopee.

Have put out corn for the deer ?  and the other seeds for the boidies ? (as in 'let's all sing like the boidies sing') and the squirrelers. ?️  Have to refill the hummingbird feeder, too. (no hummingbird emojis) 

Doing laundry, 2 loads, but NONE of Nannie's sheets! She actually got back in bed last night and got under all the covers like I have been trying to get her to remember to do. She had taken off her wet pull-ups and pads; only pulled her slacks up, sans absorbent products, BUT!  her butt was on the chux, so all her pee was absorbed by her slacks, and all of it was on the chux. Funny the things that thrill a nurse, isn't it?

I have to tell you this because it's kind of peculiar... I learned a new prayer on the radio, can't remember it all, but the thing about it is you place your hand about six inches above the person's head and say (I said it in my head so I wouldn't wake Nannie up), "I pray over this person in the name of Jesus..." and when I got to "Jesus" she FLINCHED! Which kind of made me go 'HUH?' So, I regathered my senses and did it a second time, and the same thing happened again....when I got to the name of "Jesus" she flinched again! It was just toooo weird! Made me think of the movie The Omen (looked out the door to see if there were some rottweilers gathered out there!), and the other movie where Linda Blair swiveled her head and projectile vomited. I'm sure glad Nannie didn't do that! Anyway, what I'm saying, I guess, is that maybe something in her objected to "the name of Jesus"!

Time to decide about supper...........

G'day!

Started the day with a "Code Grey"...patient was throwing things at the nurses, later a patient deteriorated so rapidly she nearly was intubated on the floor with a HR of 144, patient's husband signed his wife out AMA and was belligerent claiming he's been left in the dark (he hasn't) and said "I have a PhD, I'm not stupid" (he was acting that way), it wasn't a safe discharge but we can't fix stupid, and the helicopter mother from hell.  Mama's you can advocate for your children but when they are 28, please let them take some responsibility for themselves in how they want to direct their life.

Tweety! Whew! Sounds like a rough day! I would have been tempted to slap both the "responsible parties", though I never actually do stuff like that. I guess it's the thought that counts ?...the idea is satisfying, anyway.

Major 'fight' at the end of the evening -- hubby told Nannie it was time for her to go to bed, and though she had been sitting in the recliner with her eyes closed, she said "NO! It is not time to go to bed." A few minutes later she was snoring, for real. Hubby reached over and booped the tip of her nose and she came up swinging, telling him to quit slapping her. He again told her it was time to go to bed. This went back and forth, louder and softer, with her taking swings at hubby ( one swat landed on his, um, "tetsimony" balls !) and telling him to shut his mouth, until I finally gathered up my stuff, told hubby to turn off the TV and the lights and let her sleep in the recliner. I left and came upstairs....but tiptoed down to peek around the doorway down to the den.

Hubby told her that yes, she was most certainly going to go to bed, and he took the control of the electric recliner that stands her up, (she doesn't remember any more how to use it.) She got to where she was almost standing, but still refused to leave the chair! Hubby said, "Nannie, you ARE going to bed." She said she wasn't. He cupped his arm around the back of her waist and pushed her forward and up to the walker. Thankfully she automatically put her hands on the handles of the rollater and  he got behind her with his body, and as he moved small steps forward, bumping her gently along, but with intent, she had no choice to do the same. He got her to sit on the bed, but then she stood back up.

In the bedroom he stood and watched her re-make the bed and lay down on the top of the bed-covers, blankets and top sheet. Hubby told her to get up, unmake the bed and then get into bed under the covers like she's supposed to. She did. As he was coming up the stairs I said, "We'll have to start calling nursing homes tomorrow."

I mean, she is generally not like that with me, mostly 'cause I know how to make it into something amusing and jolly her along, so she forgets the diggin' in of her heels. 

Hubby was mad and of course he had a snort of one of those small bottles when we were back up in the kitchen. He said, "I feel like saying "F" it all, and packing as much of my stuff as I can. Hell, if she wants to eat, let her go up and make herself a damn peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. I'd go off and leave her by herself. See how she likes it!"

Oops! I said, "You do know that could be a cause to arrest you and  put you in jail; you are the POA, and by deserting her this 'poor little old lady' you'd make the papers and be shamed......"Yes, even if she is a scheming beyotch who thinks she's still the boss." (he said  'really?') I said, "I promise 100% REALLY, because it would be deemed, among other things, Elder Abuse, and you do NOT want to go there!"  That seemed to make it even through the peach vodka haze. Call me a buzz-kill, but he needn't think I'M going to be charged with deserting a patient and all the other bad-badness that is attached to that! I told him he better not go around saying those kinds of things; it would be much better to put that anger/energy to good use and accomplish what you want about her being out of this house, by helping yourself do something positive for yourself.

Well, who knows. Maybe something will sink in and he'll call a few nursing homes. Of course I will have to write a list of questions to ask....well, needn't get ahead of myself, as I imagine another let-down will happen. But I was very affected as a kid by Hailey Mills in the movie "Pollyanna". Honestly! I was, because it seemed kind of sensible to me. Guess that is part of my multiple-personalities ?with good old New England resiliance, and Finnish "SISU".

Yowie, another late night 'book'.

Good night, boys and girls! ?

A cool soaking rain here is putting the nearby wildfire to sleep.  Autumn is upon us, the birch are starting to turn yellow.  Time to start prepping the property for the first freeze, although I don't expect it for another month. 

toomuchbaloney said:

A cool soaking rain here is putting the nearby wildfire to sleep.  Autumn is upon us, the birch are starting to turn yellow.  Time to start prepping the property for the first freeze, although I don't expect it for another month. 

We're still bracing ourselves for hurricanes.  Summer doesn't end here until mid-October.  Until then we have to endure 90 degree days.  

Stars, I gather you're still leaving it up to him to place Nanny.   Too bad he fights with her like that making it hard on himself.