Old Age Would Bite...If It Had Any Teeth

[jmward14]

As my late great Aunt Dolores used to say about old age, "There's nothing golden about these years.  They're rusted clean through."
In more ways than one.  I feel like Lady Macbeth again.  I can't get the smell of blood off my hands, and I didn't even have the pleasure of killing anyone first.
Spent most of the day in the ER.  Mom suffered another would-be killer nosebleed.  It's been a hell of a month for her.  Won't bore you with the details, but she's taken a sudden turn for the worse.  It's gotten so bad, even my stubborn little Iron Chipmunk concedes she needs help with just about everything.  So, sometime between now and August 29, I need to set up 24/7 care.
In the meantime, thanks to my darling spouse person (who delivered a cable modem and pizza to Mom's apartment this evening) I'll be posting from my mom's instead of my usual stand.  Now if I can only figure out how to get the cat here without freaking him out.  Greg's a lot more flexible that way.  *g*
Cheers,

Comments

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

"Iron Chipmunk" -- what a great visual.

Here's hoping things will improve quickly for you all.

Bright side? No more coffee cream for Duzie for a few days, maybe?

[tree220.livejournal.com]

Duzie would be so relieved that the carrier didn't take him to the Vet again that he'd be a happy kitty. Especially if you gave him treats like salmon. Just remember to take him a litter box.

(((((JM))))) Anything we can do to help? Starbucks run? Margarita run?

[dustbunnygirl.livejournal.com]

It's just the month for parental medical trouble all around.
*hugs*
Sending good thoughts and hugs.

[trollbabyfeet.livejournal.com]

((((((((((((JM & Mom))))))))))))

I'm sorry for the stress that both of you are under with her health decline. You're all three in my thoughts.

[hutch0.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jean Marie, this is all so...implacable, isn't it? Big hugs to you and your Mum. Both of you take care.

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{{Meli}}}}}. I know how rough it's been for you and Boy Scout lately. Parents are such fragile things, when you come right down to it.
But on the funny side, there's an even better story to go along with the visual involving my six-foot-two dad, a chainsaw and an irate chipmunk--which he later named Genevieve in Mom's honor. Remind me to tell you sometime. :D
Duzie is making out like a bandit. He's got Greg almost all to himself. (Greg's the one he hypnotises into giving him cream. The most he can whinge out of me is an open window and a little scrap of whatever meat we're eating.) And he's taken to sleeping on my pillow in my absence. Geez, give a cat an inch and he takes your whole bed. LOL
Hugs and smiles,
Jean Marie

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{tree}}}}. Will definitely be up for a Margarita night when I get Mom settled. Right now it's just a matter of doing the things that need to be done.
Still not sure about Duzie, though. Can you imagine what would happen if I asked Greg to bribe him. The cat's already got the darling spouse person hypnotised. This would take it to an entirely new, entirely terrifying level.
Hugs and grins,
Jean Marie

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Ain't it the truth {{{{dustbunnygirl}}}}. Still sending the medical mojo in the direction of Kansas. Don't know if it will make it past the tornadoes, but I keep trying.
Healing hugs,
Jean Marie

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{{tbf}}}}}. Still sending the good wishes and hopes on your continuing hurricane issues.
Hugs and crossed fingers,
Jean Marie

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Implacable is very much the word. Unfortunately. Thanks so much for the good thoughts and wishes. I really appreciate them. Hugs, Jean Marie

[sandyinstep.livejournal.com]

Please feel free to call on us for help. The curmudgeon and I are always willing to make that quick run over...

Even if it is only to pry Duzie off your pillow...

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{{sandyinstep}}}}}}. With any luck I'll get to pry the little monster off the pillow myself tonight. A friend insisted on coming up from Bedford to stay with Mom. (She's kind of an adoptive daughter.)
I've connected with the care company, who will send over a nurse/admission officer on Friday. Care will begin on Saturday. If I like what they're doing, and Mom doesn't get any worse, I'll let them handle things 24/7 while I'm in Atlanta. If not...
Well, I think I'll float on the river Denial a while longer. :D
How are you and the dh doing, btw? I think of you every time I hear the ads for the MD Renn Faire. I so want to go, but I seem to be in the middle of another tangled up season.
Hugs,
Jean Marie