Good Morning,
Well, I’m back to sleeping 10-12 hours, being awake for 4-5 hours,
then down for another 10-12. Talk about
sleeping your life away!!
Had an MRI, and all sorts of blood work. I must have studied real hard for all those
tests because I passed. The MRI showed
no cancer, but I have a lot of fluid in my abdomen. Went to the hospital, and they pumped 6
liters off. It is so hard to function
when the fluid is up to your lungs. I’ve
never been pregnant, but that’s what they compare it to. All those blood tests gave me a meld score of
6-7. 5-6 is compared to a normal,
healthy person.
Leslie (my younger sister) keeps wanting to get together and do
all the prepping for our funerals and wills.
I just don’t want to. She’s mad
at me for being the first born. When daddy
died 21 years ago, our step-mother, Lula Mae, did give me several things handed
down from the family. There’s a ring
that had belonged to my Grandma Chastain with a pretty good size purple
stone. It was too small for my fat
little fingers. So I just put it
away. Then a couple years ago, mama gave
me Grandma Babbitt’s wedding band, and over the years, grandma had gotten a 2nd
wedding ring. Leslie noticed the ring on
my finger with my wedding rings.
Needless to say, she got her feelings hurt. Now I’m afraid we’re gonna have more hurt
feelings. Mama has 2 mother’s rings. The one my dad got for her only had stones
put in for mama and us girls. The other
one mama got for herself, and it has atones for us girls and the grandchildren. I’m gonna see about getting both rings
adjusted so I can wear both the mother’s ring from Daddy and Grandma Chastain’s
purple ring. Leslie won’t get her
mother’s ring until mama takes it off. I
hope she doesn’t get her feelings hurt, but I know my sister and her tender
heart that doesn’t take much to upset her.
I better get off here while I still have a little energy. Got to wash the dishes. We’re having so much trouble getting a home
health aide. Hadn’t seen any aides for
at least 4 weeks until the one they sent yesterday. After trying to work with three different
agencies, who act like they could not care less about truly providing good
care, my expectations are not high when it comes to meeting a new aide, but
when the new one yesterday said something that cut to the core, I told him to
get his backpack and leave less than 5 minutes after he got here (at the wrong
time, I might add). Jerry’s mouth fell
open and stayed that way. You see, Jerry
gets angry when the home health agencies have jerked us around, and I am always
telling him to be nice. When the guy
left, Jerry looked at me and asked, “Who told me to be nice, that the aides
didn’t know what all is going with management?”
Yep, that’s me, Mrs. B. Best not mess
with her, she’s a tough cookie—haha!!!
CYA,
Arlynda
