Is it just me, or is everyone losing their hearing and sight? What I mean is, can we have had such a looooong winter that we are all more than one year older this Spring?
Oh, I know all about the grief thing, but keep in mind that we had a very, very bad year. I knew Mom and Dad were losing their grip on life.
It seems that the hearing is worse. I know that the sight is going. The MS is acting up again; I will need to lose weight to regain function.
And, I have learned that gray hairs are kinkier than my old brunette ones. I now use Vitamin E and Cocoanut Oil to condition and mousse. By the way, cocoanut oil is an excellent all purpose moisturizer. On the other hand, it's pretty expensive, but not more than any other conditioner. For my hair, I just use a couple drops of E and about a half-teaspoon of cocoanut oil and rub them together. Keeps my skin clearer than any skin cream too.
Now if only I could find a home remedy for the hearing and sight.
pb
Little Pond
Monday, April 14, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Ooops
Okay, so it's been some time since I went on hold.
Frankly, I should have known. No sooner did I think I was doing well than I began slipping.
I am now depressed over many things, not the least of which are the deaths of my parents and the time and energy suck of checking in with my MIL.
Please don't get me wrong. My MIL is an ancient dear. I love her to pieces.
But.
On a day to day basis, it is draining the life and peace out of me. She is slipping, slipping, slipping, and I am not up to it. I only check in on her a couple times a week, but then it's damage control.
She's just barely self-sufficient and increasingly lonely without her husband. She does little things that herald her need for assisted living. Last week she decided to sweep her porch after dark. Locked herself out. A neighbor came to her rescue.
She is content to rely on her neighbors. She knows that every incident brings her closer to assisted living. She won't contact us during these crises.
We got her Great Call 5 Star, and are hoping for the best.
In the meantime, I am not really up to dealing with her decline.
My own is giving me enough trouble.
pb
btw: looks like it's time to redesign
Frankly, I should have known. No sooner did I think I was doing well than I began slipping.
I am now depressed over many things, not the least of which are the deaths of my parents and the time and energy suck of checking in with my MIL.
Please don't get me wrong. My MIL is an ancient dear. I love her to pieces.
But.
On a day to day basis, it is draining the life and peace out of me. She is slipping, slipping, slipping, and I am not up to it. I only check in on her a couple times a week, but then it's damage control.
She's just barely self-sufficient and increasingly lonely without her husband. She does little things that herald her need for assisted living. Last week she decided to sweep her porch after dark. Locked herself out. A neighbor came to her rescue.
She is content to rely on her neighbors. She knows that every incident brings her closer to assisted living. She won't contact us during these crises.
We got her Great Call 5 Star, and are hoping for the best.
In the meantime, I am not really up to dealing with her decline.
My own is giving me enough trouble.
pb
btw: looks like it's time to redesign
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
This site is on hold
After all these years, I am in a holding pattern. On Disability and maintaining well on Copaxone, I rarely have anything new to add. Occasionally I post to Pat's Pond and you can look for Ms stuff there, too.
patspond.blogspot.com/
Anything new happens, I will start up here again.
Love to All
pb
Little Pond
patspond.blogspot.com/
Anything new happens, I will start up here again.
Love to All
pb
Little Pond
Friday, December 14, 2012
Broken heart, Aging body
On a brightly sunny morning, Ellie and I returned to her favorite shore near the Gateway of the Chemung River. Her ashes were scattered to the wind and onto the water, right where she loved to swim. We were watched only by a lone eagle and three inquisitive gulls, who checked to see if anything good was being offered.
The Chemung will never feel the same for me. And I am no longer the River Hag with her familiar, a little brindle digger-dog, hunter-dog, RiverDog.
Birders and Hikers: don't give your heart to a faithful four-footed follower.
She'll break your heart too soon, for sure. Far too soon.
pb
Little Pond
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Rest in Peace, Ellie
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| June 1, 2002 - November 24, 2012 My Huggamutt Cuddlebum See you in the morning, Little One. Love GrammaDog |
Thursday, November 15, 2012
The Snowball Effect
Ok, so we go to the ER.
ER sends me to my Neuro.
Neuro now wants to send me for an MRI.
She also wants me to get new glasses.
Ambulance, ER, MRI, new glasses.
It's going to be a lean Christmas this year.
pb
Little Pond
ER sends me to my Neuro.
Neuro now wants to send me for an MRI.
She also wants me to get new glasses.
Ambulance, ER, MRI, new glasses.
It's going to be a lean Christmas this year.
pb
Little Pond
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Whoooopieeeee!
Got my first ride in an ambulance Saturday night.
It'd been coming on for over a month, and I just didn't recognize the signs.
First, I had been light-headed for brief spells. Mental note: tell family doctor to adjust blood pressure medicine. Only thing was, my blood pressure was fine. Even during a spell. I actually had Husband RJ take it once right between two spells. Normal as hell.
115 over 80. My personal best.
Then (Squeemish, look away!) my catheters began to sting. Well, I reuse them and have done for almost a decade. But my new Neuro decided that that was WRONG. I patiently explained that I wash them and dry them thoroughly after each use.
Well, she raised Holy Hell, and I finally decided that, Hey, maybe she's right. I began to dip them in alcohol after washing them.
DOH! I thought the stinging was the alcohol. Wrong. I also did not catch on to the terrible pain in my back, left side. I thought it was the sprain acting up again.
Well the light-headed thing finally got out of hand. Happened only when at rest or just standing around, doing nothing.
Saturday night, while watching Celebrity Ghost Stories, the sound was pulsating in my head, and the room was swaying. Total confusion set in and I collapsed on the couch. RJ tried to take my blood pressure, but my arm kept flopping away from him.
"Call 911. I need an ambulance." He grabbed the phone and began to dial. Then he had an idea: why can't he just drive me? This was a huge mistake, because it takes no time to dial 911. He had already gotten through when he hung up.
911 called back. RJ said I was unwell, but he would take me to the ER.
911 wasn't having any of it. In a few minutes a police car showed up, and my dear, sweet HuggaMutt attacked the nice young cops, who just wanted to help. They took a minute to assess the situation and called an ambulance.
It took God-Awful Forever for the ambulance to arrive. By then I couldn't keep my eyes open.
(It was only the next day that it occurred to me that neither the cops not the EMTs believed RJ's story. I wasn't much help because I couldn't focus, visually or mentally.)
I was finally lofted onto a gurney and carted out to the Erway van. Then the interrogation began in earnest. To his credit, the EMT was still monitoring my pulse, pb and taking blood samples. Pretty soon, he stated, "Your blood pressure is high, and you are hyper-ventilating. We will proceed to the ER." He kept calling me "Dear" during the whole interrogation and followup.
For a Saturday night, the ER was fairly quiet. Guess the party doesn't start until after Midnight. We did the usual waiting in the curtain-shrouded room. I was stuck all over with monitor thingies. (What a pain: I hadn't shaved my legs all week. I don't shave my legs all winter. My bikini area is another story.)
The final verdict: U.T.I. What the hell? Also, it would be a very good idea to go to the Neuro as soon as possible for the lightheadedness. They gave me stuff for the soaring blood pressure, a smack on the butt, and sent me home. The next morning my blood pressure went so low, I couldn't leave the house.
It is nearly a week later and the UTI is somewhat better, but the light headedness is not.
Punch line: Neuro can't see me until the middle of December! She's stacked up and I am going on a waiting list for a possible opening. In the meantime, I am living as usual, with antibiotics and those orange pills that dye EVERYTHING orange.
I am light headed as I type this post.
pb
Little Pond
It'd been coming on for over a month, and I just didn't recognize the signs.
First, I had been light-headed for brief spells. Mental note: tell family doctor to adjust blood pressure medicine. Only thing was, my blood pressure was fine. Even during a spell. I actually had Husband RJ take it once right between two spells. Normal as hell.
115 over 80. My personal best.
Then (Squeemish, look away!) my catheters began to sting. Well, I reuse them and have done for almost a decade. But my new Neuro decided that that was WRONG. I patiently explained that I wash them and dry them thoroughly after each use.
Well, she raised Holy Hell, and I finally decided that, Hey, maybe she's right. I began to dip them in alcohol after washing them.
DOH! I thought the stinging was the alcohol. Wrong. I also did not catch on to the terrible pain in my back, left side. I thought it was the sprain acting up again.
Well the light-headed thing finally got out of hand. Happened only when at rest or just standing around, doing nothing.
Saturday night, while watching Celebrity Ghost Stories, the sound was pulsating in my head, and the room was swaying. Total confusion set in and I collapsed on the couch. RJ tried to take my blood pressure, but my arm kept flopping away from him.
"Call 911. I need an ambulance." He grabbed the phone and began to dial. Then he had an idea: why can't he just drive me? This was a huge mistake, because it takes no time to dial 911. He had already gotten through when he hung up.
911 called back. RJ said I was unwell, but he would take me to the ER.
911 wasn't having any of it. In a few minutes a police car showed up, and my dear, sweet HuggaMutt attacked the nice young cops, who just wanted to help. They took a minute to assess the situation and called an ambulance.
It took God-Awful Forever for the ambulance to arrive. By then I couldn't keep my eyes open.
(It was only the next day that it occurred to me that neither the cops not the EMTs believed RJ's story. I wasn't much help because I couldn't focus, visually or mentally.)
I was finally lofted onto a gurney and carted out to the Erway van. Then the interrogation began in earnest. To his credit, the EMT was still monitoring my pulse, pb and taking blood samples. Pretty soon, he stated, "Your blood pressure is high, and you are hyper-ventilating. We will proceed to the ER." He kept calling me "Dear" during the whole interrogation and followup.
For a Saturday night, the ER was fairly quiet. Guess the party doesn't start until after Midnight. We did the usual waiting in the curtain-shrouded room. I was stuck all over with monitor thingies. (What a pain: I hadn't shaved my legs all week. I don't shave my legs all winter. My bikini area is another story.)
The final verdict: U.T.I. What the hell? Also, it would be a very good idea to go to the Neuro as soon as possible for the lightheadedness. They gave me stuff for the soaring blood pressure, a smack on the butt, and sent me home. The next morning my blood pressure went so low, I couldn't leave the house.
It is nearly a week later and the UTI is somewhat better, but the light headedness is not.
Punch line: Neuro can't see me until the middle of December! She's stacked up and I am going on a waiting list for a possible opening. In the meantime, I am living as usual, with antibiotics and those orange pills that dye EVERYTHING orange.
I am light headed as I type this post.
pb
Little Pond
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