Granny

A few days ago Granny was placed in the hospital for some serious ailments. It has now been deemed necessary to place Gran into a Convalescent home. No one in the family is thrilled with this, but we all know that it's for the best at the moment. Apparently she has been eating very well and has been doing her physical therapy without a fight. All I need to know is that she is being treated well, or there will be hell to pay.

Dee's latest

Found out Friday that all Dee's surgery didn't go as planned. There is a muscle that is in the way, behind a valve. (I think that is what was told to me) Anyway, he has some leakage that is in 2 places. He goes back in 4 mos. He's doing well, still tired tho. Me???? I bought 2 pairs of boots!!

Surgery Time

That dreaded day has arrived. We have been here at the hospital since 9am, it is now 7:22pm and still NO surgery. Anxiety is flying high. I just want this to be over with. Looks like it's going to be a long night for all... Damn it!

Today we found out that on June 29th Dee will be having another heart surgery! How do we feel bout this? Well, Dee is NOT scared or nervous... so he says. Me. I am shitting bricks.... how many times do they have to open his chest. And is this procedure gonna keep him from napping 6hrs a day, and give him a life?

My Son

My son just asked me if I knew how many licks it would take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?  His guess is 40 licks.... mines is 20 to his "chops" if he doesn't leave me alone. I mean damn, he sprung my toe today, then stepped on it hours later... can we say BROKEN~!

So today was filled with lots of anxiety... not all of my making, either. I am too irritated to go into details. Lets just say that I had 3 walks and 4 drives.... and that still was NOT enough me time!

My aching wounds... what I wouldn't give for 300 balloons to fly away all this destructive doom. And to replace it with joys of bloom... bloom that can be seen and felt very soon.

My sister just asked me if the box that will contain my Grandmother's (not granny) ashes will be the size of a Newport Ciggy box... see what I deal with?

Phony Pony

Yesterday, my son and I went to the store and there is a clerk there that flirts with me....yes, I flirt back. Anyways, when we got home I noticed that my "phony pony' was no longer attached to my head. We were looking high and low for it and all I could think of I that I NEVER CAN go back to the store. All theses thoughts were kicking my ass; was my pony in the mop-water he was preparing... as he was checking me out, was it hanging on the Cash machine, stuck in the beef jerky isle? I was in a panic, so I sent Dee out to the car to look for the hair-piece and there it was, in the back seat. That case was solved, but.... was it attached to my head when I entered the store, or just hiding in the back seat? I've gotta KNOW, that sucker is a heavy piece of hair.... you just don't notice it missing... but in my case maybe ya do.

Hiya

Hiya, I am back! This little blog has played a larger part in my therapy than I suspected. So I have been  asked to keep it up and I will. Once again, it will be about anything and everything that crosses my diabolical mind. See Ya!