Sorry about my absence! Mom’s fault!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018; 11:30 pm.
Mom fell and broke her tailbone and they sent her to the hospital.  I dutifully followed.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018.
The next day, they discovered two more things:

1) that she had a stroke; and

2) that her blood pressure was doing flip flops depending on her position.  When she stands, her blood pressure drops dramatically making her faint and then she falls.

Orthostatic hypotension — also called postural hypotension —
is a form of low blood pressure that happens when you stand
up from sitting or lying down. Orthostatic hypotension can make
you feel dizzy or lightheaded, and maybe even faint.

Thursday, February 1, 2018.
On Thursday, they discovered the third issue when she aspirated her food and drink while eating, so they ran a test on her and found out her epiglottis (that flap that closes over your windpipe when you swallow) doesn’t completely close, so thin liquids and chunky foods are slipping by and getting into her trachea.

Friday, February 2, 2018.
Mom was released from the hospital and sent back to the skilled nursing facility where she lives with an entire dossier of new instructions.  We had to meet with the social worker to get all her paperwork filled out for her “bed hold,” Medicare, Medicaid, and whatever else.

Needless to say, between Tuesday night near midnight and Friday afternoon around 2:30 in the afternoon, I had gotten a TOTAL of around 5 hours of sleep and missed three days of work.

Saturday was spent blissfully unaware in my bed with my two dogs and my cat – all day!


Yes, I have a queen-sized bed; and yes, they are all three crammed
up on my side laying on top of my legs.  Filed under:  SPOILED!

Sunday I visited Mom.
She was surprisingly in decent spirits, despite being reminded “EVERY 5 MINUTES,” that she needs to call for assistance when she needs to stand up – to which she replies without fail, “I’ve been going to the bathroom by myself for 90 years.  I think I know what I’m doing,” and with complete disregard for the actual reason she needs assistance — that being she simply needs help to stand.

She is also now on a nectar-thick diet for liquids and needs to have her foods pureed.  Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, she is having speech therapy (to help with her swallowing) 3 times per week, and physical therapy (to improve her leg strength) 5 times a week.  The 95-year-old gets more exercise than I do now!

I’m so glad she’s still around!  She’s my Mom!

File this under:  I don’t want to get old!




Dilemma Day – Indulge or Not Indulge (Food Version)


I am torn between two schools of thought on indulgence now.
Especially when it comes to food!

To eat or not to eat … that is the question.
I know my doctors tell me that sugar is bad for cancer and all the medical journals say sugar is a feeder for cancer.  Not to mention the fact that sugar obviously makes you gain weight.

I used to be skinny.
I weighed 96 lbs until my mid-30s.  I had a high metabolism and lots of energy and ate everything in sight.  I now weigh 196 lbs have a not so high metabolism and a medium low amount of energy and I still eat everything in sight.

Me – 1995-ish

I do realize that weight gain is a part of getting older.
Metabolisms slow down, menopause hits, hormones get all wacky.  I’m neither attributing 100% blame to these things; nor am I summarily dismissing these things either.


I do realize that weight and body shapes are somewhat genetic.
My nieces always called my mother an Oompa Loompa because of her short stature and large derriere.  The apple-bottom obviously hasn’t fallen far from that tree.

I do realize that weight is heavily dependent on what you eat.
If you eat Taco Bell and bread and chocolate chip cookies and drink 3 Cokes a day – like I do – you’re going to gain weight.

I do realize that weight is heavily dependent on your level of activity.
If you don’t get any exercise and live a sedentary lifestyle – like I do – you’re going to gain weight.

I’ve always been lazy.
That has never been a secret in any factor of my life – except work.  I’m not lazy at work.  At home, I would much rather watch TV, work on some craft, take a nap, read a book, or some other activity I can participate in from either my living room or my bedroom.

That’s not to say I don’t EVER exercise.
If it is something I’m really interested in, like hiking in Tennessee, riding horses, bowling, dancing, mall walking (i.e., shopping!), etc., I’m all about it and can muster the necessary energy.  I can say with certainty that I get absolutely NO formal exercise, and these ad hoc activities occur few and far between.

A lot of it is mindset, I believe.
If I can trick myself into doing something active, but not really exercising, I’m okay.  I will play with a hoola hoop, chase my dog or horse around the yard, play miniature golf, go bird watching on the trails at the local park or dig around in the crick (sorry, creek for you non-Ohioans).

As with EVERY idea that is in my head, there are always two warring factions – one on either side.  In this battle, I have the one side that KNOWS I should be eating right and exercising and getting enough sleep, etc.  On the other side, I have the “You’ve cheated death three times (breast cancer twice, and one roll-over car accident), so live life the way you want to” faction.  The latter is winning by 98%.

Hence, the tennis match in my head.
One day I’m irritated at my weight, the next day it doesn’t bother me in the least.  One day I’m worried about all the sugar I eat and how it may be fueling a new bout with cancer; the next day I can’t shove a Tim Horton’s Boston Cream donut in my face fast enough.

What’s a girl to do?