You Just Have to Hang Loose

You know, I really haven't felt like doing much posting lately because when you have MORE of the SAME nonsense going on, people get tired of hearing about it. I was getting tired just thinking about it.

I can at least update the status of things for those of you who knew Mom/Louise and fill you in on her latest excitement.

I guess that it has been a little over a week since I got the call from The Home about mom bleeding where the sun never shines. We had this Do Not Transport and No Antibiotics thing in place and then came a TEST. I passed, the first night. Hold steady and observe her, say I, shakily. A day goes by and nothing. Then, on the second day I get a call from her regular nurse, April. Mom's bleeding and there is a scary amount of blood...do you want to transport her? I hem and haw and hem and haw. I finally made it easy on myself and let them take her to Marshall. She had no bleed when she was there but they suspected that it was a diverticulum that had ruptured, taking a small blood vessel with it, hence the BLOOD. It all stopped but she was transported down to Kaiser to be sure. At this point I could just know that the woman in the bed, although able to answer questions, when asked, was not generating any conversation on her part and so, did not connect with me, whether I was there or at home. I got the call from Kaiser and that doctor surmised the same thing and we came to the conclusion that any tests that involved massive glop down a feeding tube and then a scope would do more harm than good at this point.

She was brought back to the home the next day and I was actually able to talk to the Elder Care Physician's Assistant and we re-iterated the No antibiotics, No IV fluids, No feeding tubes, No resuscitation and the rest of it. I can never see straight when I must say these wishes of Mom's out loud. I can be really strong until someone is NICE to me and then I choke up. We got through it, with Dan and Rod helping me to remember what to check and sign. She is comfortable and dopey. That is all.

Now for a brief interlude for your viewing pleasure.

Handspun cashmere/merino in a greyed Olive Tones.

 

Silk/merino in leaf Pile.

 

Cashmere/merino Jungle.

 

Yes, they are new handspun yarns and have siblings. Available on the site.

So, I hope those of you who live in the US had a lovely long weekend. We certainly saw a passel of you driving Up The Hill toward the mountains with all of your trailers and boats and what-not's tied to the roofs of your vehicles.

Now, I am going to tie on my big firehose Duluth apron and get busy in the dye room. Life goes on and the Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival is right around the corner.

No matter what, these days, you just have to hang loose...

Comments

[Elizabeth RIsch]

Holy cow, Lisa, you are one strong woman. I would have been a puddle on the floor, what with both generations with serious health problems and you were the sandwich filling! Hang in there, and pace yourself. You are in my prayers. Hugs, Elizabeth

[Lisa S]

Thanks Elizabeth. I did have one short wallow when my grandson was being a
little brat. I had just had enough...sometimes, well, things are too much.
Now we have a huge truck with a blown tire in the driveway. Why is it that
so many delivery and big rig guys got over the bridge for all of this time
and now we have dopes who blow their tires? Now we wait for his Tire
Guy...ready for a break from this.

Lisa :o) & :o(

[Nancy]

Snickle must be dancing after his first day of school. Glad you are coping, but ehre we go with another time when Lisa needs to be taken care of, too. Autumn is coming early this year.

[AlisonH]

Oh my goodness! Wow. I am so glad you guys were so close by! And that she's okay! W O W!

[PICAdrienne]

You are definitly sandwich generation, both sides need help from time to time. If I get a chance to go to Canby I want to give you a hug.

[Ellen in Conn]

popping in from your knitty-ad, my sympathies about your Mom. My m-i-l has similar dictates, plus "no nursing home" ... Oh, I just can't wait until push comes to shove. (not)

[Jennifer]

Not looking forward to those kinds of decisions with my parents. Hope your Mom is okay :-D

Love the colors, too! Yum!