Tuesday, September 4, 2012


We are still waiting on baby Cliff.
Or "Little Big Head" as I have taken to calling him.
Tomorrow Abbie returns to the doctor.
I reckon we will get a plan of eviction. 
She feels good and all is well.
In other news, my dad has pneumonia.
We got a late night call Saturday night
that he was on his way
to the local hospital's ER.
We met him there.
The general consensus was
 he aspirated and it led to pneumonia.
He was given 2 IV treatments and then sent
back to his facility with oral meds.
He is doing well too.
All I can say about the ER visit is 
common sense is not so common.
When someone is told they are dealing with an Alzheimer's patient
it seems to me it would be wise to leave
the said patient sleeping and just use the forehead thermometer.
It doesn't seem like a good idea to rip off their blanket
and then loudly say 
"Howard I am going to take your temperature now!"
and then use the forehead thermometer.
That tends to lead to a giant upheaval.
Also it is obviously "normal procedure"
to ask several times 
"How long has he had Alzheimer's?"
The family can answer "well he as been in the unit since March.
I guess  maybe 3-4 years."
But they continue to ask many more times.
I wanted to scream
"Why does it matter? He has it. 
Can you just focus on this problem for now?"
It gives new meaning to the term "educated idiot".
I appreciate that we were able to get medical help.
I now truly appreciate a good bedside manner.
This doctor didn't have one. 
Blessedly, Dad's pastor was there.
He does have good bedside manners
which led us to have them too. :) 
Also, I need a medal.
I have weeded flower beds after the rains.
My arms and legs look like I have fought cats.
The scratches make me look tough like a 4 year old boy.
Or stupid.
Next time I will wear pants.
Simmer down.
I wore pants...just shorts with gum boots. 
I am rural.
Get over it.
The men are picking corn so the chuck wagon is 
back in business. 
Roast and taters today.
Grocery store this afternoon.
 I'll keep ya posted on the baby.
Keep us in your prayers.
Over and out peeps.



  1. Sending ((HUGS))and prayers to all.

  2. I miss common sense. Hugs you all!

  3. Can't wait to hear the news on Baby Cliff. He's a stubborn one for sure. My daughter's first was three weeks late.

  4. So happy to see a new blog entry. Missed hearing from you. I spent the morning in my yard too. I am so tired of dead looking plants and planters. Everything is going to be cleaned up much earlier this year. I am tired of it all.Bring on the mum plants-I am ready.

  5. I've about given up on common sense. It is in very short supply. Apparently that's not a new thing.
    Hoping your Father gets out before your daughter gets in! Praying for sanity and energy and common sense to prevail. Here. There. And EVERYwhere.

    “The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79.” Douglas Adams
    “Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” Gertrude Stein
    “[Common sense] is the best sense I know of.” Lord Chesterton
    “A handful of common sense is worth a bushel of learning” (Proverb)
    “Soap and water and common sense are the best disinfectants.” William Osler

  6. keeping you and your family in my thoughts, especially your dad. alzheimer's is so undignified. happy you are having a baby to help counter that! my (alzheimers) dad used to say "the beat goes on" - and it does.

  7. Lot going on. Praying your dad recovers well. You described that hospital scene so well. I've seen it over and over. A 4 year old boy hunh? You are just silly!

  8. Little big head? You guys slay me. Girl - you are busier than a one armed wallpaper hanger. Glad your dad is ok - and seriously - what's up with the temperature upheaval! I think I'll do that to you in the Squirrel come October.

  9. Your Pops and Little big Head will be on my prayer list. I suppose, if you showed up at my door will all those scratches to street-fight me for those bottles, I might've been a little intimidated. Just a little. I was a city kid. In other words, a Jet. "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, from your first cigarette...la la la." Hear my fingers snappin', Janie?

  10. So glad your Dad is doing better. Sorry the docs and medical types were insensitive. I think they are so used to rushing around and don't always see the patients as individuals. Especially in the ER arena. Been there, done that unfortunately. Just when you think you won't find an empathetic figure there, one will show up and it will make all the difference.

    Hope that baby comes soon!

    And stay outta the bushes.


  11. hang in there...on all counts. this sandwich generation stuff can be overwhelming some days for sure.
    i've been cheering little big head on for several days....after reading the latest post on progress, now am getting specific praying re: dilating and effacing. God can handle it, He invented it.

    happy thursday friend.

  12. Takes all sorts eh?
    I hope all goes well with the new baby's arrival.


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