I've come to class everyday this week and been sent home because I'm sick. Most of my teachers know that I don't miss school and always attend class. My biggest surprise was when a certain teacher took notice and told me to go home. But she kept me an extra hour so I could get a copy of the review for the midterm. Not sure why she couldn't have just run off one copy and given it to me while we went on our first break. Maybe she just didn't think about it. Today, I'm not even attempting to go, just so I can be sent home. Really, you don't want to catch what I have. I am getting better (I think) not sneezing my head off anymore or at least not as much. Almost went off the road the other day because I couldn't stop sneezing and I couldn't see through all the water coming out of my eyes. Luckily I was almost home and on a "empty" road at the time. When the last one hit, I had to put my foot on the brake and stopped while in the midst of a sneezing attack. I had no idea if I had stopped in the correct lane, I just knew if I didn't stop I would not make it. When I was apparently finished, I was on the other side of the road and almost in someone's yard. This is the power of sneezing. You have no control. We've all sneezed going down the road, just one sneeze won't effect you much unless you are tail gaiting someone, cause when you sneeze, the foot goes down on the pedal. So there is reason number one not to tailgate. You just never know when you are going to sneeze. "Sorry officer, I sneezed and accidently hit the car", is not something you would want to say, most likely because they wouldn't believe you. You'd wind up on the list of "top ten stupid things people say to officers to get out of a ticket" list. I shouldn't have been driving anyway, but I was hungry and my bf wasn't going to go cause he's tired, he worked all day. Didn't even offer, just told me to get him a number one. Gee, thanks for your concern. I'm not even going to get started on him.
Just heard from my mom and grandma is coughing something fierce, mom afraid if she don't see a doctor soon, she will get pneumonia. So this probably means I will be getting a phone call soon to take her to a doc appointment today. I cannot complain, as before this mother of a cold came on, I just had a bad cough. So I snuck a couple hits off her albuterol inhaler, ( I have no insurance and can't afford to go to a doctor get a script for one, not to mention the inhaler WITH insurance is fifty dollars.) I wish I could just walk up to a doctor, tell him what I need and have them write me a script. I've been through this before, I need my inhaler, amoxicillin, and a z-pack. I'll be better in a matter of a few days. Some would say this is fraud, but if you go through something so many times and you know all the signs, you should be able to do this. Now if you don't get better like you usually do, then you need to go in for an exam. This of course would never happen, but I can dream. Anyway, I feel bad that I used her inhaler and now she has a bad cough. I don't think my cough is contagious, pretty sure bronchitis and that's not catching. But I still feel bad. But I REALLY don't feel up to taking her to the doctor, but if the call comes, I'll have no choice.
I had no warning of this cold coming, I was "fine" on Sunday, and down for the count Monday. Usually I can feel a cold coming, feel kinda crappy the day before. Not this time. It smacked me down like a tornado in the night. Just didn't see it coming. I've been through 3 different kinds of cold meds and so far seems Alka Seltzer is the winner. Orders for me: lots of bed rest, fluids, food if hungry, and stay out of the cold. Hope everyone has a good weekend.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Plans
Last week I posted what I would like to happen for Valentine's Day. None of this happened, however I did get the standard candy and flowers. Can I just say from my point of view that flowers are nice, candy I could do without, and it would have been nice if he'd spent a little money and maybe had them delivered to me at school or something special like that. I know the gesture was a last minute deal, but he at least made the effort. However, all I have ever asked for, is a card. One that expresses how he feels about me in writing. In ten years I have NEVER gotten a card from him. Is this a bad sign or does he just suck and doesn't want to bother with taking the time to find a card? Cards are less expensive and can mean more than flowers that are going to die and candy that really I don't need, and most of these assorted chocolates don't even have candy that I like. My grandmother bought a ten dollar box of chocolates for me, and I told her outright that I wished she hadn't bought it. I told her thank you, but for ten dollars, you could have a decent lunch. She already spends too much money as it is, I appreciate the gesture, but I really wished she hadn't got them. Still haven't opened them.
As for the night, that was out the window as soon as his mom called and asked him to take her to the hospital. She'd called him like 5 times during the day, while he was at work and CLOSER, instead she waits until he gets all the way home in DELTONA to ask him this. She lives in Meadow Woods, which is almost Kissimmee. I have no problem with him helping his mom when she calls, she's his mom. But why didn't she ask while he was closer? That was why she had called him so many times during the day, but for some reason couldn't ask him. Here is the kicker though. She has 2 daughters who live with her and they couldn't be bothered to take her to the hospital. They are tired of her always complaining and wanting to go to the hospital etc...The lady fell in her bathroom from blacking out the night before, hit her head on the marble counter top and then of course the floor. The next day she had a massive headache and thought something might be wrong. Anyway, he gets there and the youngest daughter is there with her boyfriend, and basically told him that they were tired of her many complaints and were mad at her so that's why they won't take her to the hospital. WTF! These "children" are full grown adults. They don't contribute to the bills, they don't do anything around the house and as far as I have been able to tell, they don't care about their mom or Ky (Key). When their father died, they were more concerned with the money they were going to get and how quickly they could put mom in a home. Ky of course didn't have any rights to anything because he wasn't his father. I had to keep him calm before he started fighting his family over his mom.
He was raised by his grandparents because his mom married a Chinese man (she and him are Vietnamese) and the grandparents knew that he wouldn't treat Ky the same or even well. He was a sick kid, had to have several heart surgeries, had a valve replaced and given a life span of maybe 20 yrs. (he's almost 40 now). His grandparents refused to let her take him. She was to absorbed in her new husband. When they died, he had to no choice but to move in with his mom. It didn't last long. The husband and Ky never got along so it didn't last. Any time he went over to visit her, the husband would always start an argument with him or say something snide and made sure he knew he wasn't wanted at the house.
Before he died they did come to terms and started treating each other better. But maybe that was because he knew he was going to blow his own head off. I don't know. Anyway, Ky drove all the way over there, took her to the hospital and stayed until they got her in a room around 4 a.m. Then he came home. That was my Valentine's Day. After many tests they determined she was ok and could go home. He was going to go pick her up, but one of the worthless sisters actually got off her butt and picked her up. Thank you God! We are poor. We cannot afford to pay all this gas going back and forth and his mom knows this, but felt she had no other choice. Going from Deltona to Kissimmee then to the hospital and then back home. That was over $20 in gas right there. But it was something he had to do and I don't begrudge him for it. I do however think his sisters and is brother are worthless and just hanging around waiting for mom to bite it. He has one sister who lives in St. Croix, and she is the ONLY one of his siblings to call him on his birthday, call just to check how he is doing, and calls on the holidays. She is the only one who's worth anything. She is the only one who actually cares about her brother and her mom. Too bad she's not here to help Ky fight the others, because he is seriously outnumbered. But if she had to, she would jump on a plane and be here as quick as she could. So that was my Valentine's Day. This is why, when you plan something, always expect the plan to fall through, just in case. That way you are not disappointed. Have a happy weekend!
As for the night, that was out the window as soon as his mom called and asked him to take her to the hospital. She'd called him like 5 times during the day, while he was at work and CLOSER, instead she waits until he gets all the way home in DELTONA to ask him this. She lives in Meadow Woods, which is almost Kissimmee. I have no problem with him helping his mom when she calls, she's his mom. But why didn't she ask while he was closer? That was why she had called him so many times during the day, but for some reason couldn't ask him. Here is the kicker though. She has 2 daughters who live with her and they couldn't be bothered to take her to the hospital. They are tired of her always complaining and wanting to go to the hospital etc...The lady fell in her bathroom from blacking out the night before, hit her head on the marble counter top and then of course the floor. The next day she had a massive headache and thought something might be wrong. Anyway, he gets there and the youngest daughter is there with her boyfriend, and basically told him that they were tired of her many complaints and were mad at her so that's why they won't take her to the hospital. WTF! These "children" are full grown adults. They don't contribute to the bills, they don't do anything around the house and as far as I have been able to tell, they don't care about their mom or Ky (Key). When their father died, they were more concerned with the money they were going to get and how quickly they could put mom in a home. Ky of course didn't have any rights to anything because he wasn't his father. I had to keep him calm before he started fighting his family over his mom.
He was raised by his grandparents because his mom married a Chinese man (she and him are Vietnamese) and the grandparents knew that he wouldn't treat Ky the same or even well. He was a sick kid, had to have several heart surgeries, had a valve replaced and given a life span of maybe 20 yrs. (he's almost 40 now). His grandparents refused to let her take him. She was to absorbed in her new husband. When they died, he had to no choice but to move in with his mom. It didn't last long. The husband and Ky never got along so it didn't last. Any time he went over to visit her, the husband would always start an argument with him or say something snide and made sure he knew he wasn't wanted at the house.
Before he died they did come to terms and started treating each other better. But maybe that was because he knew he was going to blow his own head off. I don't know. Anyway, Ky drove all the way over there, took her to the hospital and stayed until they got her in a room around 4 a.m. Then he came home. That was my Valentine's Day. After many tests they determined she was ok and could go home. He was going to go pick her up, but one of the worthless sisters actually got off her butt and picked her up. Thank you God! We are poor. We cannot afford to pay all this gas going back and forth and his mom knows this, but felt she had no other choice. Going from Deltona to Kissimmee then to the hospital and then back home. That was over $20 in gas right there. But it was something he had to do and I don't begrudge him for it. I do however think his sisters and is brother are worthless and just hanging around waiting for mom to bite it. He has one sister who lives in St. Croix, and she is the ONLY one of his siblings to call him on his birthday, call just to check how he is doing, and calls on the holidays. She is the only one who's worth anything. She is the only one who actually cares about her brother and her mom. Too bad she's not here to help Ky fight the others, because he is seriously outnumbered. But if she had to, she would jump on a plane and be here as quick as she could. So that was my Valentine's Day. This is why, when you plan something, always expect the plan to fall through, just in case. That way you are not disappointed. Have a happy weekend!
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Valentines Day everyone! Yeah, it's a greeting card holiday or so I've been told, and have said "bah humbug" in my past, (even when I was with someone). But thought today I would be upbeat and positive. Even if I and my bf don't go out, he may be too tired, he slings roofing tiles all day, and that's hard work, which he's not used to, so he's wore out by the time he gets home. So maybe we will do our usual nothing, or go out and put it off until tomorrow. Don't know yet. He mentioned dinner and a movie, which about a gazillion other people will be doing today. So not sure I want to go deal with the crowds. I'd rather spend that money on a new blu-ray player which we've never owned, and only sixty bucks at Wal-Mart. I had to prove to him that all Blu-ray players played DVDs too, because he thought they would only play Blu-ray discs. Really funny if you think about it, but I just had to look the answer up, 'cause I being woman am always wrong. Ha! Showed him the answer and shut him up. But anyway, maybe rather spend the money we would use to go out, and spend it on things we need (our dvd player stopped reading discs and it wasn't even ours anyway) and stay home and have something to show for our money instead of just a dinner we will forget and he's be too tired to enjoy. And there's a game out there that I want, so okay, maybe I want a little something for me. Nothing wrong with that.
Was sick last week, plus mom was sick, then of course grandma starts feeling ill, I swear I think she just wants attention, be it good or bad. Her doctor even said something about how she is always coming in with something. I tried not to laugh. But once my mom went to the hospital, she kinda got over it. It's too funny, once made aware she was in hospital and they were going to keep it, and I needed to come pick grandma up, (because she INSISTED on going) and then go grab some thing for her from home I had to drive to Sanford. I went to the hospital, thinking since grandma had been there all day long, she would be more than ready to go home. HA, stupid me! Soon as I go there, her attitude changed so quickly even my mom noticed it, while being hooked up, and quite frankly a little loopy from the pure oxygen they had her breathing. Mom out now, and seems to doing better, they gave her a clean bill of health for the most part, told her to go the PCP (who by the way she had just seen on Thursday and said she was fine and yet the ER said she was lucky she didn't have a heart attack), which is why they kept her. They said her heart unstable and oxygen very low ( duh, that is why she came in, she couldn't breathe). She will be changing here PCP. But she seems to be doing better and insisting that I take some of her medicine when I'm there, since I've been sick myself. I laughed and told her with everything going on, I didn't have the time to be sick, so it'll just have to go bother someone else. But mom always wins. What she wants me to do, I do, even if I think she needs it more and I don't want to take away from her. But she goes so far to basically put it my mouth so what am I supposed to do?
I hope everyone has a great day today single or coupled. Just go out and enjoy the sunshine while we got it and I hear it won't be so cold. The wind was a *itch yesterday. It was worse than just being cold. Weekend though and part of next week looks like it will be nice (yes, I watched the weather this morning). What ever anyone does, I hope they stay safe and watch out for those who celebrate too much and then drive. Have a great weekend!
Was sick last week, plus mom was sick, then of course grandma starts feeling ill, I swear I think she just wants attention, be it good or bad. Her doctor even said something about how she is always coming in with something. I tried not to laugh. But once my mom went to the hospital, she kinda got over it. It's too funny, once made aware she was in hospital and they were going to keep it, and I needed to come pick grandma up, (because she INSISTED on going) and then go grab some thing for her from home I had to drive to Sanford. I went to the hospital, thinking since grandma had been there all day long, she would be more than ready to go home. HA, stupid me! Soon as I go there, her attitude changed so quickly even my mom noticed it, while being hooked up, and quite frankly a little loopy from the pure oxygen they had her breathing. Mom out now, and seems to doing better, they gave her a clean bill of health for the most part, told her to go the PCP (who by the way she had just seen on Thursday and said she was fine and yet the ER said she was lucky she didn't have a heart attack), which is why they kept her. They said her heart unstable and oxygen very low ( duh, that is why she came in, she couldn't breathe). She will be changing here PCP. But she seems to be doing better and insisting that I take some of her medicine when I'm there, since I've been sick myself. I laughed and told her with everything going on, I didn't have the time to be sick, so it'll just have to go bother someone else. But mom always wins. What she wants me to do, I do, even if I think she needs it more and I don't want to take away from her. But she goes so far to basically put it my mouth so what am I supposed to do?
I hope everyone has a great day today single or coupled. Just go out and enjoy the sunshine while we got it and I hear it won't be so cold. The wind was a *itch yesterday. It was worse than just being cold. Weekend though and part of next week looks like it will be nice (yes, I watched the weather this morning). What ever anyone does, I hope they stay safe and watch out for those who celebrate too much and then drive. Have a great weekend!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Being Old
Once again, went out to take grandma to her doctor's appointment, then run her out to her house to get mail so she can keep paying her bills. I HATE taking her to her house. I would much rather go alone. She can be in a good mood the whole day, we get to her house and that's it, no more happy. We go inside, she collects her mail, which her son dutifully puts on her dining room table, he knows better than to throw away ANYTHING, including junk mail. EVERY time we go there she complains, no not complains, has a conniption fit about her house. Some of the things she says is just ridiculous. Because she isn't the one doing the cleaning, it's filthy, falling apart and might as well get rid of all her stuff. Her home is clean. It might be dusty, but it's clean. Things aren't exactly as she left them, she has to use a walker on wheels to get around and make sure she doesn't fall (which she does all the time due to her Meniere's disease, which causes dizziness and instability) The first time I went out there without her, while she was still in the hospital I moved some of her furniture around because it DID NOT make sense they way it was set up. She had the coffee table in the middle of the living room so she could walk between the coffee table and the couch to get to the bathroom or anywhere else on that side of the house. She doesn't sit on the couch, she sits in a recliner, so logically, the table should be closer to the couch leaving the living room more open so she can move around easier. So I moved the table closer to the couch and opened up the area so she could move smoothly through her house.
Oh, this was so not the right move on my part, and the bad thing is she just assumed her son did it. I told her I did it. She stopped complaining, but wanted it moved back. FINE. Every time we go out there she has nothing good to say about her house, her son or even her sister. I HATE being put in the position of having to defend my uncle, because I am definitely not his number one fan. But I had no choice. But of course as she says "your just taking his side". I DO NOT WANT to take his side. Sometimes though, something has to be said. And how insulting is it to complain to the very people who are caring for your home while you are away that it's filthy??
I finally had it out with her Monday night. Whether any of it got through to her or not I don't know. But I do know I'm not taking her to her house anymore unless she stays in the car. Before everyone jumps on me for telling off my 90 yr old grandma, let me says I did not yell or scream. I used logic, her faith, and a good dose of guilt. She is more concerned with material things than she is with her own well being. My mom heard everything I said, didn't interfere and finally went to bed. This lasted until 11:30 at night. Way past everyone's bed times and I was/am sick on top of all that.
You might wonder what finally made me break my silence. Some things happened a long time ago that she claims not to remember. I didn't bring it up to make her feel bad, but I brought it up so maybe she would understand that I know what she's feeling when she feel like she's lost her home. This started a whole "I've treated you so badly" and I don't even remember it conversation. Tried over and over again to explain to her that it wasn't brought up as a "look at what you did to me" but I was just trying to get her to understand that I understood how she felt. Anyway, the last straw was when I came in and overheard my grandma tell my mother she wasn't going to be making any more doctor's appointments because she had already caused enough problems in my life. She did not know I had walked back in the house. I wanted to say something right away, but held my tongue. After I knew I wouldn't holler at her and would thing logically and clearly that is when I confronted her. There was a lot said but it boiled down to this: "You have two choices in your life that you can control. Either choose to be a positive person and enjoy the years you have left, or keep being negative and be miserable". Everything else is up to God. From previous blogs some of you know the situation already. But she can control how she sees things, she can be positive about life and maybe achieve happiness before she leaves this earth, or she can choose negativity and leave this world earlier that she probably would have if she would have chosen optimism. Positive emotions will keep you going much longer than negative ones. Her health is okay, she should be happy, but she's not. She's too busy feeling sorry for herself because she can't go home to live by herself. Thanks grandma, glad being by yourself and surrounded by your precious material things are more important than your health and the ones who are trying to care for you. She doesn't understand how she hurts or insults us when she complains about not being able to be home. I've spent more time with her in the last 4 months than I have in almost 20 years. I'm happy to able to do what I can for her. Why can't she be happy and just enjoy her last few years on earth? If I ever hear the word "burden" come out of her mouth again, I just may treat it like a foul word and wash her mouth out with soap, like she did us as kids when we said bad words. I love her, more than I can say, but this constant poor me crap has got to stop. Please God, do not let me wind up like that. This is another reason I do not want to live to be an old person.
Oh, this was so not the right move on my part, and the bad thing is she just assumed her son did it. I told her I did it. She stopped complaining, but wanted it moved back. FINE. Every time we go out there she has nothing good to say about her house, her son or even her sister. I HATE being put in the position of having to defend my uncle, because I am definitely not his number one fan. But I had no choice. But of course as she says "your just taking his side". I DO NOT WANT to take his side. Sometimes though, something has to be said. And how insulting is it to complain to the very people who are caring for your home while you are away that it's filthy??
I finally had it out with her Monday night. Whether any of it got through to her or not I don't know. But I do know I'm not taking her to her house anymore unless she stays in the car. Before everyone jumps on me for telling off my 90 yr old grandma, let me says I did not yell or scream. I used logic, her faith, and a good dose of guilt. She is more concerned with material things than she is with her own well being. My mom heard everything I said, didn't interfere and finally went to bed. This lasted until 11:30 at night. Way past everyone's bed times and I was/am sick on top of all that.
You might wonder what finally made me break my silence. Some things happened a long time ago that she claims not to remember. I didn't bring it up to make her feel bad, but I brought it up so maybe she would understand that I know what she's feeling when she feel like she's lost her home. This started a whole "I've treated you so badly" and I don't even remember it conversation. Tried over and over again to explain to her that it wasn't brought up as a "look at what you did to me" but I was just trying to get her to understand that I understood how she felt. Anyway, the last straw was when I came in and overheard my grandma tell my mother she wasn't going to be making any more doctor's appointments because she had already caused enough problems in my life. She did not know I had walked back in the house. I wanted to say something right away, but held my tongue. After I knew I wouldn't holler at her and would thing logically and clearly that is when I confronted her. There was a lot said but it boiled down to this: "You have two choices in your life that you can control. Either choose to be a positive person and enjoy the years you have left, or keep being negative and be miserable". Everything else is up to God. From previous blogs some of you know the situation already. But she can control how she sees things, she can be positive about life and maybe achieve happiness before she leaves this earth, or she can choose negativity and leave this world earlier that she probably would have if she would have chosen optimism. Positive emotions will keep you going much longer than negative ones. Her health is okay, she should be happy, but she's not. She's too busy feeling sorry for herself because she can't go home to live by herself. Thanks grandma, glad being by yourself and surrounded by your precious material things are more important than your health and the ones who are trying to care for you. She doesn't understand how she hurts or insults us when she complains about not being able to be home. I've spent more time with her in the last 4 months than I have in almost 20 years. I'm happy to able to do what I can for her. Why can't she be happy and just enjoy her last few years on earth? If I ever hear the word "burden" come out of her mouth again, I just may treat it like a foul word and wash her mouth out with soap, like she did us as kids when we said bad words. I love her, more than I can say, but this constant poor me crap has got to stop. Please God, do not let me wind up like that. This is another reason I do not want to live to be an old person.
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