It's been about six months since I've posted in this blog, and much has happened since then. But this blog is the only blog I have that remains somewhat private, so I need to write this here.
I moved to the bluff in April of 2010 because my Mom and Dad lived here; Mom was sick with COPD and I wanted to spend what time there was left with her. Well, it seems as though we've come to the end. I'm sad, but I've had some kind of strange peace settling over me and holding me together for the past several days now.
Mom came home a week ago Friday in an ambulance, and we were all introduced to Hospice nurses later that evening. It was hard, especially since the woman who was assigned to us was a larger lady who we couldn't find an acceptable chair for. She was also a bit on the crude side, using humor that wasn't necessarily proper for a new patient who would just be becoming associated with the hospice service.
So, now it's been a week, and it's all becoming this long, drawn out, nightmare. Mom is fighting getting better. She could get better, but for some reason she's rejecting the idea. She's becoming enamored with ativan, a drug to fight anxiety attacks for when she has trouble breathing. It's not an addiction, but when she takes one at the lowest dose it knocks her out for crazy amounts of time! Ugh!
Today (which is two days out from when I first started this post) she was a lot better. I know that they say that people have one good rally before they pass away and I'm really hoping that this isn't hers. I spent the whole day sick yesterday with something fairly insignificant, and wound up having to wear a mask and stay away from her for the most part today. She was kinda like her old self though, and it was nice to see her again.
I miss her...the regular old Mom.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
So many changes!
It's been a while since I've written here, so I figured that I'd better. It's been almost a year since I've moved to the "Bluff" and only the faces have changed around the complex here.
Since Ruby originally left, there have been two tenants in the apartment next door to me. Steve and now Pam. Pam has three boys that she trying to raise in the one bedroom apartment, and two dogs that are just as big as her boys. One of the dogs is a pit bull mix, and the other is likely a black lab pitbull mix. I'm not sure that the black one has pit in it...not completely anyway. I guess I bring the dog thing up because it's the thing that bugs me the most. Neither of those two dogs likes Sasha, and one of them has already bit her ear. It makes walking her a real challenge, since you don't know when they are walking their dogs, and when they are going to be on a leash, or when they are going to be running loose. Our landlord, Mr. M, doesn't seem to mind too much about either.
There seems to be some kind of curse on the apartment next to Judy (I can't remember the name I've given her in the story.) It started out being home to an old lady that had two daughters and a couple of grand kids too. She moved in her daughter, but the grandkids stayed elsewhere. That was great fun. The old lady was a collector of shopping carts, and until recently we had like five of them parked around the apartment complex. She eventually got sick of her daughter and moved out. The daughter stayed however, and one of the very first things to happen to her was her air conditioners got stolen. We now wonder if they weren't repossessed by rent-a-center. The daughter was a real mess. She yelled and screamed at everyone. She was injured, much like myself, and she used people with her injury. She managed to talk the landlord into leaving the apartment with her stuff in it for almost two months without taking any rent for it. All her stuff inside, and nobody home. Wow.
Dana and I are getting along alright. It's hard here, with there only being three rooms between us and the animals. The animals are having a very difficult time getting along though, as tempers are starting to spark more often between them. As I said though, I'm surprised at how well Dana and I are doing despite only having three rooms between us to live in. We've actually come really close to arguing, but we've not quite come to it yet. It's odd...when we realize that we are getting close to an argument, we managed to talk ourselves out of having it and just say the things that are bugging each other. At least that's what I've been doing. I really shouldn't talk for him...
So there you have it. It's now the 9th month here in Corpus, and all is bearable, just barely.
Since Ruby originally left, there have been two tenants in the apartment next door to me. Steve and now Pam. Pam has three boys that she trying to raise in the one bedroom apartment, and two dogs that are just as big as her boys. One of the dogs is a pit bull mix, and the other is likely a black lab pitbull mix. I'm not sure that the black one has pit in it...not completely anyway. I guess I bring the dog thing up because it's the thing that bugs me the most. Neither of those two dogs likes Sasha, and one of them has already bit her ear. It makes walking her a real challenge, since you don't know when they are walking their dogs, and when they are going to be on a leash, or when they are going to be running loose. Our landlord, Mr. M, doesn't seem to mind too much about either.
There seems to be some kind of curse on the apartment next to Judy (I can't remember the name I've given her in the story.) It started out being home to an old lady that had two daughters and a couple of grand kids too. She moved in her daughter, but the grandkids stayed elsewhere. That was great fun. The old lady was a collector of shopping carts, and until recently we had like five of them parked around the apartment complex. She eventually got sick of her daughter and moved out. The daughter stayed however, and one of the very first things to happen to her was her air conditioners got stolen. We now wonder if they weren't repossessed by rent-a-center. The daughter was a real mess. She yelled and screamed at everyone. She was injured, much like myself, and she used people with her injury. She managed to talk the landlord into leaving the apartment with her stuff in it for almost two months without taking any rent for it. All her stuff inside, and nobody home. Wow.
Dana and I are getting along alright. It's hard here, with there only being three rooms between us and the animals. The animals are having a very difficult time getting along though, as tempers are starting to spark more often between them. As I said though, I'm surprised at how well Dana and I are doing despite only having three rooms between us to live in. We've actually come really close to arguing, but we've not quite come to it yet. It's odd...when we realize that we are getting close to an argument, we managed to talk ourselves out of having it and just say the things that are bugging each other. At least that's what I've been doing. I really shouldn't talk for him...
So there you have it. It's now the 9th month here in Corpus, and all is bearable, just barely.
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