I really have to change my profile pic LOL.
Some quick updates:
I think I mentioned something about Brian's Dad - after we saw him for Father's Day, he found out he had kidney stones, which then led to a nephrostomy bag because they were so bad. The day they removed the tube/bag, a few hours later, he was flat on the bathroom floor at home, not speaking. Back to the hospital, and they confirmed a few days later that he had had a stroke. (We suspect because they took him off his blood thinners and most other meds.) Trying to get information from a hospital when you can't go inside is maddening - different nurses, different doctors, some care and know what they're talking about, some don't.
Before the stroke, he was already a lousy patient - very impatient, grumpy, not so nice, just wants to go home, etc. After it, he started becoming violent and abusive with the nurses (supposedly that's not uncommon when the stroke affects a certain part of the brain.) The doctor called Brian to come in and try to calm him down and convince him to stay another week for physical and speech therapy on a separate (and covid-free) floor. But when Brian got there, his Dad swung at him (with skinny little arms, he was not eating) and threw food at him, yelled at him to get out (he was regaining some of his speech but not great) and said other crummy things. Sure enough, two days later, they released him - which never should have happened, he was in no way ready to go home.
Since then (about 10 days ago) Brian has been literally living there. He stops over here once in awhile for a couple of hours, but he is doing everything to take care of his Dad. His stepmother is more of a burden than a help, she is 79 and starting to lose her cognitive abilities. She forgets things from 30 minutes prior.
Meanwhile his brother, estranged from their father for the last few years, was diagnosed with cirrhosis, went for treatment, got out and promptly got a DUI, and is going in for a year of treatment starting tomorrow. Two other brothers brought him down today to visit with his Dad. That actually went well, and I was glad to see it happen. There is one more estranged brother who needs to do the same.
Tomorrow is my first shift watching him for a few hours in the morning while Brian goes to his orientation for the first day of nursing school.
Our pup's leg continues to heal, still not there yet, short walks at night (about to do that in a minute) and I still catch her skipping steps with it here and there.
This past weekend was the first of three monthly store events - the one big event we usually have in April was broken down into smaller ones in August, September, and October. It went great, and if it's any indication and the pattern holds, we'll do better over 3 smaller events than the one big one. We'll still be very busy with online orders now for a week or so. But I was all tied up organizing and implementing that while all this was going on at home.
With all that, I'll be 49 in about a couple of hours.
My Aunt from NJ mentioned she wanted to come down and spend my 50th with me "in a couple of years." I reminded her it was only next year, born 1971, same as WDW (she loves Disney) and Brian and I planned on spending it there, coinciding with WDW's 50th. She said she wants to go, and would we like to stay at the Grand Floridian? LOL! Here, twist my arm! She and I will talk more about that, maybe tomorrow.
In the meantime, when there is a break in life, I can't wait to go up and disappear into the WDW bubble for a hot minute, even just a resort trip.
For now, a short pup walk and a long bath will do!
It’s 10:34pm and T just finished up the last of his reports. Whew, 5th grade is going to be intense.
Hope his dad can recover more, is there a long term care plan?
I’ve seen good artists and some really bad ones. I understand the regrets of some.Choose wisely before getting ink
I have no regrets in that areaAre you speaking from experience?
Lots of people getting cheap/ bad ones when drunk) young. There has been a series in the UK dedicated to the covering of themI’ve seen good artists and some really bad ones. I understand the regrets of some.
Kelly Ripa made her regrets and painful adventure of removal OK for regretful.
I am surprised at the franchise. Didn’t realize there was a large enough market her for that.
Yes, there is an amusement park in Germany called Phantasialand, and they have an ice cream shop that has a sundae with a stroopwaffel base. The only problem is when it is that cold, a stroopwaffel tends to get very hard and difficult to chew. It's not so bad in a McFlurry because it is broken up into small pieces, but a whole one is extremely hard to chew when it's cold.Never had a stroopwaffel anyone ever have it with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream on top? --- I'm thinking I'd love that
It's a sort of caramel type filling. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but it's gooey!!Wow, that is ginormous! What was the filling in it?
First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I'm sorry you are having a rough time right now with Brian's dad, but hopefully you are able to carve out some time to celebrate and enjoy your day.I really have to change my profile pic LOL.
Some quick updates:
I think I mentioned something about Brian's Dad - after we saw him for Father's Day, he found out he had kidney stones, which then led to a nephrostomy bag because they were so bad. The day they removed the tube/bag, a few hours later, he was flat on the bathroom floor at home, not speaking. Back to the hospital, and they confirmed a few days later that he had had a stroke. (We suspect because they took him off his blood thinners and most other meds.) Trying to get information from a hospital when you can't go inside is maddening - different nurses, different doctors, some care and know what they're talking about, some don't.
Before the stroke, he was already a lousy patient - very impatient, grumpy, not so nice, just wants to go home, etc. After it, he started becoming violent and abusive with the nurses (supposedly that's not uncommon when the stroke affects a certain part of the brain.) The doctor called Brian to come in and try to calm him down and convince him to stay another week for physical and speech therapy on a separate (and covid-free) floor. But when Brian got there, his Dad swung at him (with skinny little arms, he was not eating) and threw food at him, yelled at him to get out (he was regaining some of his speech but not great) and said other crummy things. Sure enough, two days later, they released him - which never should have happened, he was in no way ready to go home.
Since then (about 10 days ago) Brian has been literally living there. He stops over here once in awhile for a couple of hours, but he is doing everything to take care of his Dad. His stepmother is more of a burden than a help, she is 79 and starting to lose her cognitive abilities. She forgets things from 30 minutes prior.
Meanwhile his brother, estranged from their father for the last few years, was diagnosed with cirrhosis, went for treatment, got out and promptly got a DUI, and is going in for a year of treatment starting tomorrow. Two other brothers brought him down today to visit with his Dad. That actually went well, and I was glad to see it happen. There is one more estranged brother who needs to do the same.
Tomorrow is my first shift watching him for a few hours in the morning while Brian goes to his orientation for the first day of nursing school.
Our pup's leg continues to heal, still not there yet, short walks at night (about to do that in a minute) and I still catch her skipping steps with it here and there.
This past weekend was the first of three monthly store events - the one big event we usually have in April was broken down into smaller ones in August, September, and October. It went great, and if it's any indication and the pattern holds, we'll do better over 3 smaller events than the one big one. We'll still be very busy with online orders now for a week or so. But I was all tied up organizing and implementing that while all this was going on at home.
With all that, I'll be 49 in about a couple of hours.
My Aunt from NJ mentioned she wanted to come down and spend my 50th with me "in a couple of years." I reminded her it was only next year, born 1971, same as WDW (she loves Disney) and Brian and I planned on spending it there, coinciding with WDW's 50th. She said she wants to go, and would we like to stay at the Grand Floridian? LOL! Here, twist my arm! She and I will talk more about that, maybe tomorrow.
In the meantime, when there is a break in life, I can't wait to go up and disappear into the WDW bubble for a hot minute, even just a resort trip.
For now, a short pup walk and a long bath will do!
You are talking about a legal minefield there. No, the hospital cannot hold someone that doesn't want to be there. The family might want to try and gain the legal right to make decisions for him, but they cannot do it on their own. It was a law enacted years ago because family members were having their "rich" relatives or troublesome ones committed to asylums. As long as we can string a coherent thought to together we are in charge of ourselves. If a person is hell bent on killing themselves they are powerless to stop them. As bad as that all sounds, there are many, many people that had been committed and/or medically altered, against their will, to a number of horrific experiences because a relative wanted access to the money or pushing their responsibility off on others.You know, I have very little say in this lol. I give my opinion, and who knows where it lands.
The plan should have been a week in the hospital for various therapies. He refused. To my amazement, family and doctors acquiesced to the refusal of a man who has just damaged his brain and is not acting normally.
Up until a couple of days ago, he was adamant about dying. He was basically starving himself. Again, why does the system allow for this? Stick a feeding tube in him, put him back in the hospital where he can get more qualified, if less loving, care. Give him proper meds to calm him down. Eventually they did prescribe an antipsychotic medication, which seems to have weakened his resolve to be confrontational at every turn. I love this man like my Dad. I don't know how Brian is managing this, especially when he is used to taking orders from him.
I keep thinking if he gets in his right mind, he'll stop fighting and accept help. Hospice came to the house to evaluate him. He refused.
I have been most stunned that the two oldest brothers have been mostly hands-off. I thought, even for not the best reasons, they might want to "take charge" or have some say in what was going on. They seem to be oblivious.
My heart sank a few days ago when I pleaded the case for "helping him against his wishes" (if those are really his wishes in his right mind) and Brian's response was that his Dad wants to die. I don't want Brian to accept that. People have strokes. People don't refuse the treatment and they get better. Why not him?
But the window of improvement is pretty much over. That's within the first 2-3 weeks where you have the most potential to improve. Improvement now, from what I understand, typically, would be incremental at best.
So we could have a situation where he is gone soon. We could also have a situation where he is like my Grandmother was for a couple of years, kind of there but not there. Brian can't live there for two years. We've discussed it and he can't blow off nursing school. She is going to have to hire a nurse at some point, but she seems to be kind of pushing that off on the sons.
It's all nuts! And I'll be there in 10 hours LOL.
You know, I have very little say in this lol. I give my opinion, and who knows where it lands.
The plan should have been a week in the hospital for various therapies. He refused. To my amazement, family and doctors acquiesced to the refusal of a man who has just damaged his brain and is not acting normally.
Up until a couple of days ago, he was adamant about dying. He was basically starving himself. Again, why does the system allow for this? Stick a feeding tube in him, put him back in the hospital where he can get more qualified, if less loving, care. Give him proper meds to calm him down. Eventually they did prescribe an antipsychotic medication, which seems to have weakened his resolve to be confrontational at every turn. I love this man like my Dad. I don't know how Brian is managing this, especially when he is used to taking orders from him.
I keep thinking if he gets in his right mind, he'll stop fighting and accept help. Hospice came to the house to evaluate him. He refused.
I have been most stunned that the two oldest brothers have been mostly hands-off. I thought, even for not the best reasons, they might want to "take charge" or have some say in what was going on. They seem to be oblivious.
My heart sank a few days ago when I pleaded the case for "helping him against his wishes" (if those are really his wishes in his right mind) and Brian's response was that his Dad wants to die. I don't want Brian to accept that. People have strokes. People don't refuse the treatment and they get better. Why not him?
But the window of improvement is pretty much over. That's within the first 2-3 weeks where you have the most potential to improve. Improvement now, from what I understand, typically, would be incremental at best.
So we could have a situation where he is gone soon. We could also have a situation where he is like my Grandmother was for a couple of years, kind of there but not there. Brian can't live there for two years. We've discussed it and he can't blow off nursing school. She is going to have to hire a nurse at some point, but she seems to be kind of pushing that off on the sons.
It's all nuts! And I'll be there in 10 hours LOL.
What a lot going on! First off, I am very happy that the shop is doing well. Is this instead of one big Record Day blowout? Are you spreading that out, or different promotions over that time?I really have to change my profile pic LOL.
Some quick updates:
I think I mentioned something about Brian's Dad - after we saw him for Father's Day, he found out he had kidney stones, which then led to a nephrostomy bag because they were so bad. The day they removed the tube/bag, a few hours later, he was flat on the bathroom floor at home, not speaking. Back to the hospital, and they confirmed a few days later that he had had a stroke. (We suspect because they took him off his blood thinners and most other meds.) Trying to get information from a hospital when you can't go inside is maddening - different nurses, different doctors, some care and know what they're talking about, some don't.
Before the stroke, he was already a lousy patient - very impatient, grumpy, not so nice, just wants to go home, etc. After it, he started becoming violent and abusive with the nurses (supposedly that's not uncommon when the stroke affects a certain part of the brain.) The doctor called Brian to come in and try to calm him down and convince him to stay another week for physical and speech therapy on a separate (and covid-free) floor. But when Brian got there, his Dad swung at him (with skinny little arms, he was not eating) and threw food at him, yelled at him to get out (he was regaining some of his speech but not great) and said other crummy things. Sure enough, two days later, they released him - which never should have happened, he was in no way ready to go home.
Since then (about 10 days ago) Brian has been literally living there. He stops over here once in awhile for a couple of hours, but he is doing everything to take care of his Dad. His stepmother is more of a burden than a help, she is 79 and starting to lose her cognitive abilities. She forgets things from 30 minutes prior.
Meanwhile his brother, estranged from their father for the last few years, was diagnosed with cirrhosis, went for treatment, got out and promptly got a DUI, and is going in for a year of treatment starting tomorrow. Two other brothers brought him down today to visit with his Dad. That actually went well, and I was glad to see it happen. There is one more estranged brother who needs to do the same.
Tomorrow is my first shift watching him for a few hours in the morning while Brian goes to his orientation for the first day of nursing school.
Our pup's leg continues to heal, still not there yet, short walks at night (about to do that in a minute) and I still catch her skipping steps with it here and there.
This past weekend was the first of three monthly store events - the one big event we usually have in April was broken down into smaller ones in August, September, and October. It went great, and if it's any indication and the pattern holds, we'll do better over 3 smaller events than the one big one. We'll still be very busy with online orders now for a week or so. But I was all tied up organizing and implementing that while all this was going on at home.
With all that, I'll be 49 in about a couple of hours.
My Aunt from NJ mentioned she wanted to come down and spend my 50th with me "in a couple of years." I reminded her it was only next year, born 1971, same as WDW (she loves Disney) and Brian and I planned on spending it there, coinciding with WDW's 50th. She said she wants to go, and would we like to stay at the Grand Floridian? LOL! Here, twist my arm! She and I will talk more about that, maybe tomorrow.
In the meantime, when there is a break in life, I can't wait to go up and disappear into the WDW bubble for a hot minute, even just a resort trip.
For now, a short pup walk and a long bath will do!
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