Lord almighty, you guys! I keep hoping things will calm down around here, but alas and alack, still running around like a chicken with its head cut off! I know some of you can totally relate, right? At least there’s some small hope that I’m not alone.
So I made progress on getting those pictures together for you of our summer fun and camping – I finally downloaded them off my memory card. Yes, that’s progress, isn’t it? But now I still have to sift through the 300-and-some-odd to pick out the ones you actually want to see. So yeah, still not yet ready for it.
Part of the whole ‘busy’ thing is we’ve been helping my mom out as she tries to purge all the junk that’s accumulated over the millions of years she and my dad have been living in their too-big-to-manage house and property. My dad is a packrat (and yes, I have absolutely inherited that gene) so there is So. Much. Stuff. to go through and get rid of so she can get the house on the market.
Oh, wait – I’m getting a little ahead of myself, aren’t I? I haven’t given you guys an update on my dad lately. So those of you just tuning in, my dad, who turned 73 in March, was up on an 8-foot ladder back in March attempting to clean off one of their carport roofs. He really had no business being up on that ladder, but he’s stubborn and hard headed (another inherited trait I’ve acquired) and even though he’d slowed down some with his stroke about 10 years ago, followed by having a stent put in to drain the water on his brain, he was unstoppable.
Until he fell off that darn ladder, dislocated and broke his shoulder, that is. Of course it’s the shoulder of his ‘good’ side – the stroke reduced his left side drastically, though he still managed to do most of the stuff he used to do, like tinker with engines and mow their 3-1/2 acres of property. He, of course, broke his right shoulder, so obviously that reduces even more of his ability to do stuff.
Long story short, the emergency room didn’t see the shoulder break on the x-rays, put his shoulder back in place and sent him home. He was still having a lot of pain a week later, so my mom took him to his regular doctor who also did x-rays, didn’t see a break, and referred him to an orthopedic doctor. But that doctor’s appointments were several weeks out, so when my dad was having too much pain and growing weaker, my mom called an ambulance and took him to the hospital, where they finally saw the break and admitted him for a few days.
Over the course of the past few years, we noticed he seemed to be in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s – it was exacerbated after the fall and his subsequent injuries, so he was transferred to a rehab facility a few blocks from the hospital to recover from his injuries (and so they could do some testing) before he’d be able to go home. Since my mom has rheumatoid arthritis in both hands and feet plus Fibromyalgia, she was not going to be able to give him the care he needed in his current state.
He was then transferred to an adult care facility when the rehab place ‘could do nothing more’ for him, and his Alzheimers really started to manifest itself in his behavior and state of mind. He was put on different medications to help with his depression and angry outbursts, but nothing seemed to be helping.
I’m going to be brutally honest here – he was transferred to the psych ward at a local hospital a few weeks ago because he was getting out of control in his attempt to stab himself with whatever he could get his hands on. There, at least, he has been able to be on medication that actually works for him, the last few days he’s apparently been ‘on a cruise’ – so as long as he’s happy, right?
We’re not sure what the future holds, the Alzheimer’s or Dementia seems to be getting worse by the day – my grandpa (his dad) had Alzheimer’s when he died many years ago. His status is he’ll be in the psych ward for another week or so, then transferred back to the adult home – if they’ll let him come back, after his last huge outburst where he was brandishing a knife (his explanation was that he needed to defend himself).
The outbursts have been reminiscent of a child throwing a temper tantrum – with the exception of the knife brandishing. The outbursts are something that is apparently common with Alzheimer’s patients. This is a whole new strange world we’re traversing through – your prayers are always welcome.
Meanwhile, my mom can’t manage their big house all by herself, so she’s working on what they’d talked about for many years – downsizing all the excess and getting ready to sell the house to buy a smaller, more manageable one (with no stairs, of course).
So she hired an estate sale company to come organize and handle the huge estate sale that will be happening in the coming weeks, and we’ve been helping fix things around the house to get it ready for sale. My sister even came out from Kansas not only to visit my dad, but to help my mom – I’m a little jealous she got to use a tile jackhammer to get the old tile up from the entryway and bathrooms, and lay new tile – that would have been a fun thing to do!
When we were there this past weekend helping out, my mom gave me a box of my old old stuff – I mean we’re talking throw back, including my old homework from my senior year. I got a kick showing Princess Nagger that stuff, especially since back then I used to write really tiny to fit more words into a small space – I was wordy even then!
Yep, that’s me – late 80’s or early 90’s with my hair pulled back in a pony tail. And here’s me and my brother (he’s making a goofy face):
At least he didn’t make a face when posing with his then-girlfriend, now-wife, Roxann:
This is a great picture of my older sister, Kimn, with my mom:
And these pictures of my mom and dad will always be special:
As they both combat the sands of time, they’ll always be indelibly etched in my memory just like that.
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