Prayers for orangeredblooded

You are awesome windy, as all my family here. Thank you for asking. Rough day to begin with, but got better in afternoon. I’m putting that off to middle age and not on the Situation (that’s what I call it now). Haven’t heard a peep out of VA since I turned in paperwork last week, now I’m getting mad. I will be getting some sort of answers by next week. Sigh, it’s the VA.
I can't imagine the wait. I'd be beyond upset and frustrated. 🤞 That it is actually this week!
 
I have an old friend his wife is fighting cancer.
I text him today to see how it’s going. He had knee surgery and had to put down a dog so they’re on a roll. I said damn dude maybe I should stop praying for y’all. He said “ nope, need all the help we can get”.

It’s tough to walk that line between letting the people you love know your there and annoying the **** out of them.


Having said that.
We’re still praying for you too
 
I found out today, my favorite uncle asked for prayers from church members for me. Don’t get me wrong, Prayer is absolutely the best medicine. Unfortunately for me, two of the church members are also part of a civic group I cater to each month. Now, ever time they come to my place of business, they ask my employees, my boss and anyone passing by, what is wrong with me. I greatly appreciate any concern, but it can get somewhat uncomfortable.
We've managed to keep it to our church staff and a handful of deacons. I very much appreciate the love and support. At the same time, I'd like to just spend time with my wife and kids and try to get my strength back. Thankfully I've been able to do that.

Co workers are a different matter. I've got one that's always when I'm going to feel up to company. Ahem, not for a while.
 
We've managed to keep it to our church staff and a handful of deacons. I very much appreciate the love and support. At the same time, I'd like to just spend time with my wife and kids and try to get my strength back. Thankfully I've been able to do that.

Co workers are a different matter. I've got one that's always when I'm going to feel up to company. Ahem, not for a while.

I’m a redhead and can turn on a dime, lol. Seriously, After everything you and your family have been through, Co workers sometimes don’t know how or what to say. Family is golden, as you stated.
 
@VolNExile, I’ve been meaning to ask how is your situation (that’s what we call them now) with your mom in law? You’ve been so good to keep up with us and seems like me in particular, have been remiss in asking. If you’ve updated, sorry, I might have missed it.
 
If you don’t mind me asking, how was your week and what has been the frustrating part?
My week has been pretty good as I started my new position with WF in Monday. But that is also the frustrating part since they don't make it easy to change positions even with it being in the same Dept.

I was given a laptop since I'll eventually be able to work from home up to 6-7 days a month. Will be nice since I will no longer have to use PTO for appointments. But nothing transferred over to the new computer, so it's like here you go, here is your computer, figure it out. So I have to get things back on the computer, have to seek new approvals to get some of these applications back on since I have a new manager, etc. While I have most back, I still don't have all. The irony? I can walk up some stairs to my old floor, login to my old desktop computer since they haven't filled into the position or taken the computer away, get to the stuff I need to, email myself and then go back downstairs to my spot and work on the laptop.

Other than that it is Rocky's situation and the vet wanting to reduce his meds too quickly. He relapsed the last time we went too quickly. Can only hope he does okay this time. Just wish they would be more willing to compromise with our concerns.
 
My week has been pretty good as I started my new position with WF in Monday. But that is also the frustrating part since they don't make it easy to change positions even with it being in the same Dept.

I was given a laptop since I'll eventually be able to work from home up to 6-7 days a month. Will be nice since I will no longer have to use PTO for appointments. But nothing transferred over to the new computer, so it's like here you go, here is your computer, figure it out. So I have to get things back on the computer, have to seek new approvals to get some of these applications back on since I have a new manager, etc. While I have most back, I still don't have all. The irony? I can walk up some stairs to my old floor, login to my old desktop computer since they haven't filled into the position or taken the computer away, get to the stuff I need to, email myself and then go back downstairs to my spot and work on the laptop.

Other than that it is Rocky's situation and the vet wanting to reduce his meds too quickly. He relapsed the last time we went too quickly. Can only hope he does okay this time. Just wish they would be more willing to compromise with our concerns.

I know not the same situation, but everytime I get a upgrade in new laptop or phone, I just want to curb stomp or sling it outside. For me, I’m not the greatest in the change department. I can’t understand why the vet would go same route with Rocky, when it was too fast last time. It all sounds so frustrating, all at one time.
 
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@VolNExile, I’ve been meaning to ask how is your situation (that’s what we call them now) with your mom in law? You’ve been so good to keep up with us and seems like me in particular, have been remiss in asking. If you’ve updated, sorry, I might have missed it.
Ha. Yes, well.

Hubs and I were driving to Memphis last Friday, and at pretty much the halfway point (east of Crossville), a nurse from his mother’s assisted living called: she’d fallen and was on her way to hospital. So we turned around and went back. She fractured her pelvis (not her hip, thank God) but didn’t need surgery. I flew to Memphis and stayed Sat-Tues, did her (my mother’s) taxes, yard work, cooking, etc. and flew home.

Hubs stayed in Asheville with his mom, who oddly, fell in love with her hospital room (“It’s so much bigger!”) and her nurses. Somehow the case manager bobbled the discharge planning, even though she was ready to go to skilled rehab Tuesday, but they finally told us yesterday afternoon (Friday) that she would be discharged this morning. Yay, right?

So my phone rings at 4 a.m. today: it’s my mom, and she fell in the bathroom, and her hip is excruciatingly painful, and can I come. (Well, of course.) No flights, so I’m on the road at quarter of five. I had called Memphis Fire Rescue (because 911 is useless on mobile from another city), and off to the ED she goes. Neighbors woke up and followed the ambulance, while I talked to ED nursing staff, because hey, she’s on anticoagulants.

Amazingly (thank God again), she didn’t break anything including her hip, and no brain bleed, and discharged home, but sore as hell, turning into one massive bruise, and now having back spasms. So four days after leaving Memphis, I’m back again, helping her change position, use the toilet, change clothes, and all.

Hubs and I are both honored and grateful that we can be there for our moms, but we’re beginning to think that they’re in a competition to see who can turn us greyer first. 🤪

—oh, and MIL likes her skilled rehab (nursing home) even better than the hospital, because her room there is even bigger still! 😂
 
Ha. Yes, well.

Hubs and I were driving to Memphis last Friday, and at pretty much the halfway point (east of Crossville), a nurse from his mother’s assisted living called: she’d fallen and was on her way to hospital. So we turned around and went back. She fractured her pelvis (not her hip, thank God) but didn’t need surgery. I flew to Memphis and stayed Sat-Tues, did her (my mother’s) taxes, yard work, cooking, etc. and flew home.

Hubs stayed in Asheville with his mom, who oddly, fell in love with her hospital room (“It’s so much bigger!”) and her nurses. Somehow the case manager bobbled the discharge planning, even though she was ready to go to skilled rehab Tuesday, but they finally told us yesterday afternoon (Friday) that she would be discharged this morning. Yay, right?

So my phone rings at 4 a.m. today: it’s my mom, and she fell in the bathroom, and her hip is excruciatingly painful, and can I come. (Well, of course.) No flights, so I’m on the road at quarter of five. I had called Memphis Fire Rescue (because 911 is useless on mobile from another city), and off to the ED she goes. Neighbors woke up and followed the ambulance, while I talked to ED nursing staff, because hey, she’s on anticoagulants.

Amazingly (thank God again), she didn’t break anything including her hip, and no brain bleed, and discharged home, but sore as hell, turning into one massive bruise, and now having back spasms. So four days after leaving Memphis, I’m back again, helping her change position, use the toilet, change clothes, and all.

Hubs and I are both honored and grateful that we can be there for our moms, but we’re beginning to think that they’re in a competition to see who can turn us greyer first. 🤪

—oh, and MIL likes her skilled rehab (nursing home) even better than the hospital, because her room there is even bigger still! 😂

😥
 
We do think that they’re both going to be fine, but holy crap, having three children under the age of 4 1/2 was nothing compared to keeping up with these two.

We’re really not callous, but at some point, once you realize that they’re going to be OK (compared to what could have been), there’s not much left to do but laugh.
 
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Emoji by itself seemed appropriate. I really don’t know what to say to your situation. It’s a good thing that you have your hubby to lean on and a curse, because it’s x 2 now. I only have my father with dementia (mom doesn’t), and can be challenging at times. You have a ear here, when you need.
 
We do think that they’re both going to be fine, but holy crap, having three children under the age of 4 1/2 was nothing compared to keeping up with these two.

We’re really not callous, but at some point, once you realize that they’re going to be OK (compared to what could have been), there’s not much left to do but laugh.

You pretty much told me the same thing in my situation. Humor and friends are the best gifts.
 
Emoji by itself seemed appropriate. I really don’t know what to say to your situation. It’s a good thing that you have your hubby to lean on and a curse, because it’s x 2 now. I only have my father with dementia (mom doesn’t), and can be challenging at times. You have a ear here, when you need.
Thanks, I will take you up on that, and same to you, of course. ❤️
 
We do think that they’re both going to be fine, but holy crap, having three children under the age of 4 1/2 was nothing compared to keeping up with these two.

We’re really not callous, but at some point, once you realize that they’re going to be OK (compared to what could have been), there’s not much left to do but laugh.
You are good people VNE.
 
We do think that they’re both going to be fine, but holy crap, having three children under the age of 4 1/2 was nothing compared to keeping up with these two.

We’re really not callous, but at some point, once you realize that they’re going to be OK (compared to what could have been), there’s not much left to do but laugh.
Jeeze, how do you do it? I'm amazed!
 
Jeeze, how do you do it? I'm amazed!
Well, apparently the first step is to NEVER unpack your suitcase. 😁

But seriously folks (ba-dum pish), you just react, and take things one step at a time. And cuss and pray (currently in about equal measures, I’m afraid.) The end of life (they are 91 and 94) is part of life, and you just sort of honor and accept it all. And get rid of throw rugs and what-not.
 
Well, apparently the first step is to NEVER unpack your suitcase. 😁

But seriously folks (ba-dum pish), you just react, and take things one step at a time. And cuss and pray (currently in about equal measures, I’m afraid.) The end of life (they are 91 and 94) is part of life, and you just sort of honor and accept it all. And get rid of throw rugs and what-not.

I think we need a forum for just women, although I think it would drive joe crazy that he wasn’t invited to something.
 
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