Thursday September 8 2022

Joe, we had a pretty good group at choir practice last night. 4 basses, 2 tenors, 2 altos (the pastor and me), and 1 soprano who is on pitch well enough but sings so quietly I can never hear her. There is another soprano who usually attends, and the director usually sings with the sopranos. Hubs thinks maybe he should sing with the tenors to even things out a little. Whether it's my age, my allergies, or that I just haven't done a lot of singing lately my voice is changing. I find it hard to reach some of the lower notes of the alto range. But I stay there because I feel that's where the need is greatest. My breath support is terrible. 

We have a confirmed and approved move-in date for the new hospital, and it is my 60th birthday. ?

Mid-afternoon, somewhere on the Planet Earth.

Joe, I had stomach woes too, all last night, all night. It wasn't something in the air, though! It was in my GUT!

I used up my "Adult-Colicky-Baby" orificenal (all OTC), along with a hot-water bottle. I used one of those mini-Fleet's to get things moving and it helped some. But I spent a great deal of the very early morning hours belching and BELCHING and BELCHING!  It wore me out. My back, sides, and stomach ached. I ran down the checklist for s/s of heart attack in women. My v/s were WNL. Then I realized that I had been bad and slathered butter all over a roll and ate it about midnight....so the s/s were of a dern GB attack! It's okay and has calmed down now, but I was pretty miserable for a while. Still achey-sore!

Ado, I was a fairly good singer (alto) and could wail along with Patsy Cline singing "CRAZY".... but many years of smoking has affected my breath support. Live and Learn (or don't...) Anyway, I do still sing, but in the car, mostly. Sometimes I break into a song-line when I've heard a word or phrase that makes me think of the song. Then Nannie says, "Oh, you have a good voice." (But, it is not even close to where it used to be.) Not too Choir-worthy! And by the way,  while you are a'movin' and a'groovin' have a VERY ??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (when is it?)

My plan for today was to DO NOTHING. Two nights without much sleep has me feeling puny. And being out of my Xanax doesn't help.

When Nannie wet her pants and the chux on her recliner seat, and her lunch was ready,  in the interest of moving things right along, I helped her get stripped, washed, re-padded, and pulled her pants up. UGH. Out of breath and just, well, UGH!

Now I am resting on the bed with my head propped up so I can see the keyboard. Not an ideal way of posting! I believe I will go down to the kitchen and fill up a hot water bottle, and just rest.

I'll prolly come back here again, later on......

I must be psychic! I said I would probably come back to this thread, and HERE I AM!!

? roll-my-eyes, shake my head, and ain't we had enough fun yet? No, well, let me add to it:

Hubby was REELING drunk and asked what we wanted him to get us for supper. I said, "HOLD IT! You are not driving ANYWHERE!" He agreed he was 'probably' too drunk to drive and 'promised' he would park his butt and sit still while I was out getting supper for them.

When I came back he was behaving himself on the front porch. I served their suppers. He ate 2/3rds of his meal and went outside to his 'office' and had ANOTHER slug of vodka. When he came back in, I asked why he felt the need to drink MORE when he was already really, REALLY unsteady. He finished his meal and I went out to sit on the front porch, and next thing I know he's calling me to come in, because Nannie had dropped her tray and the glass broke and her leftovers were all over the floor. *sigh*. So I went down to sweep up her mess.

Back out on the porch hubby said he was going to go to his office for another slug of vodka. I said to him, "Listen, you are not a stupid man, but you can't tell me that you need MORE vodka when you are already so drunk you can't stand up on your own." He said, "I know, I know, you're right." I told him I would appreciate it if he did NOT give me a heart attack by falling, etc. "You have 4 + 1/2 days before you see the doctor. See if you can keep from injuring yourself during that time, PLEASE!"

I forgot to mention that before I went out for their supper, he came into my room and went to sit down on the foot-stool beside my bed (Ozzie used it to get up on the bed.) aaaaand he fell backwards hitting his right shoulder and skimming his head on the corner of my 4-drawer oak file cabinet. GAWD! No cuts, though, thank goodness.

And *I* was stupid, my own self....Nannie had not wanted her grits (I'd gone to Awful House (Waffle House) for their supper.) So what did I do? I plopped a big pat of butter into the grits and started to eat. Figured the grits would be easy on my stomach. After about 8 spoonsful into it I said, "OH NO!" Gads, I had a GB attack last night and here I was shoveling in the buttered grits? I hope it doesn't set off another spell like I had last night.

Okay, watching network news...all Elizabeth's history and death, and everything that goes along with being a Monarch. At least it's a momentary diversion from the tRump and his soap opera.

Later!

G'day.  I had a busy day starting with four patients.  I'm the only one that have four patients and still not get lunch until 3pm.  Such a loser.  Got two admissions.

Bleh.

Sorry for the sleep and GI woes.  Get well.

A lot of people drink more right before

rehab.   Sort of a last hurrah.  

Stars, you need a break. Hoping your gallbladder doesn't give you a hard time. 

Twin B called me yesterday (while I was at the emergency preparedness training) to say he was in a lot of pain just under his diaphragm. My first thought was GB but then Hubs said he thought back spasms. Then the pain seemed to move down to his flank area. Bilateral kidney stones? Who knows, but today he says it's much better. All I could do at the time was tell him that if it was bad enough he could go to the ER. 

Our big move (and my big bday) will be Nov 2.

Tonight Hubs and I went to the county fair and had ham and beans and cornbread. We let the boys get fast food and gave Gma a sausage and egg biscuit and some fruit. 

Tweety, sounds like a rough day. 

A very late post tonight. I had breakfast with eldest ds this morning. He has been feeling very low lately, but is getting counseling and was going to see his PCP about meds. I'm not really sure what the deepest issues are, but I know that his health has not been great, he's had some terrible near misses on his bike. And I think the isolation of COVID has really gotten to him. 

After breakfast, youngest ds and I drove down to where dh is camping, about 6 hours. On the way, I found out sis's potassium is climbing again, so her meds have been changed, again, and I'm not there to make sure they are set up right. Grrrr. I really feel like she needs a nephology consult to look at her electrolytes. Of course, they are booked out for months at time, like every other provider in these parts. She seemed to understand the changes and will get another blood draw tomorrow. I contacted dd and she is available to help if needed. My worry is another 6 stupid hours in ER. 

Stars, yes, you need a break! I hate to say it, but your hubby's behavior is getting dangerous for him, you, and others if he drives. He is making very poor choices. But you know that. And you need to stay away from fat! I know, I know, it tastes so good, but gall bladders and pancreases get very cranky, as you know. 

Joe, ah hah, the knitting is getting easier! you must be establishing some muscle memory. I've had reflux that made me cough and gave me a hoorifice voice. Plus painful and can leave a metallic taste. I hope yours clears soon. 

Tweety, that sounds like a rough day. I would be one cranky bunny if I had to wait that long for a meal! My coworkers know I need intake at least every 3 hours. I eat such small meals that I get hungry a lot sooner. I get teased about eating a second breakfast, but I know I am a royal B when I'm hangry. 

Ado, I hope your move goes smooth. Ours is this weekend, but our offices won't be set up until Thursday. You know the best thing about turning 60? That's when a lot of senior discounts kick in. And if anyone offers, don't ask what is the age cutoff, just say yes!

Hi Dianah! I hope the fires are getting under control.