I guess the time has come to say good bye to my father.
His doctor called yesterday. His kidneys are failing. They can't do dialysis.
It is now only a matter of time. His doctor said she thinks this weekend will be his last as he goes into complete organ failure.
This sucks! I still have a few unresolved issues with my dad too. I'll just have to let them go. If he isn't bothered by them I shouldn't be either.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Friday At Last
I'm going to strive to enjoy today for various reasons of which I cannot tell you as of yet. Maybe later next week.
My dad isn't doing well. They'll be starting him on dialysis shortly because his kidney function is down to 30%.
My brother is flying in to "take care of things" over the weekend. Ugh! I can only imagine the damage I'll have to try to fix over Thanksgiving. Well that is if J can get leave for Thanksgiving because his next mission is on the cusp.
I re-connected with an old friend from Fort Hood last night. As I was making out my Christmas card list last night I found his old address in my book. I miss this guy. I remember when he was going through a rough patch in his young life. Hard to believe that was almost 20 years ago. Reminiscing makes me feel so old.
Little E is still refusing to roll over. Today she turned as pink as her onesie while doing tummy time. Yes her cries were that bad.
J saw me out walking with her and since it was cold out he stopped the car and picked us up and took us back home. I was only about 1.5 miles from home. E was bundled up with booties over her socks, a hooded sweater over her outfit and a blanket over that. Geez I think she had on more layers than I did. But of course when all you do is sit there you are going to need them.
My dad isn't doing well. They'll be starting him on dialysis shortly because his kidney function is down to 30%.
My brother is flying in to "take care of things" over the weekend. Ugh! I can only imagine the damage I'll have to try to fix over Thanksgiving. Well that is if J can get leave for Thanksgiving because his next mission is on the cusp.
I re-connected with an old friend from Fort Hood last night. As I was making out my Christmas card list last night I found his old address in my book. I miss this guy. I remember when he was going through a rough patch in his young life. Hard to believe that was almost 20 years ago. Reminiscing makes me feel so old.
Little E is still refusing to roll over. Today she turned as pink as her onesie while doing tummy time. Yes her cries were that bad.
J saw me out walking with her and since it was cold out he stopped the car and picked us up and took us back home. I was only about 1.5 miles from home. E was bundled up with booties over her socks, a hooded sweater over her outfit and a blanket over that. Geez I think she had on more layers than I did. But of course when all you do is sit there you are going to need them.
Yes that pink for her face color. I'm hesitant to just let her cry like that but she has to learn to roll over. She has the swimming down pat and can rock but no roll!
Monday, November 10, 2014
Four Months Old
Two days ago Little E turned four months old.
Milestones: She is taking 2-4 ounces of white grape juice and eating some rice cereal from a bowl now.
Length: 24.2 inches
Weight 14 lbs 10 oz
Her length puts her in the 55th percentile and her weight the 75th percentile for her age.
She had all her shots on the 31st for her four month check up. These didn't go as badly this time around because as soon as I got to a seat with her I gave her the baby tylenol. I learned my lesson with the first set of shots!
J had his first blood draw by accident with her. He was cutting her nails today and accidentally nipped a finger of her's. She didn't cry until he started going crazy about the tiny bit of blood. Daddy felt really bad. I made phone call to my mom to ensure him that all parents have done just that. Mom calmed him down and assured him that I was dropped to the floor and had more than one finger tip cut with the nippers too. I guess it is a right of passage with the baby with at least one parent inflicting accidental damage to the little one.
No teeth yet but she is drooling a lot.
She isn't rolling over yet. But she is sitting up unsupported in a chair. She can also stand if you hold her hands.
I had a nightmare last night she skipped crawling altogether and went right to walking and I didn't have the house baby proofed.
I won't be baby proofing this house if I can help it either. It looks like I'll be able to finally get ADA housing on post. It took a phone call from my doctor to the landlord on post to make them realize what I needed and to stop delaying my paperwork.
The "new" place will be about the same size as the place I lived in at the last duty station when it comes to square footage. Luckily the rooms will be large enough to get the wheel chair or walker around in them if I end up in one after surgeries. Yes there is that distinct possibility. Praying it doesn't happen but it could and as for now I do use a cane. My cane is easy to attach to the stroller of which I'm glad. I'm not looking forward to trying to navigate a stroller while using a walker or wheel chair so I really hope it doesn't happen.
Yesterday J and I fed the baby from a bowl and spoon for the first time. I wanted to post a vid of it but it is too large of a file.
Yes, I'm still fat. About 8 weeks after the next surgery I should be allowed to exercise again. Until then it is still pelvic rest. It sucks.
Milestones: She is taking 2-4 ounces of white grape juice and eating some rice cereal from a bowl now.
Length: 24.2 inches
Weight 14 lbs 10 oz
Her length puts her in the 55th percentile and her weight the 75th percentile for her age.
She had all her shots on the 31st for her four month check up. These didn't go as badly this time around because as soon as I got to a seat with her I gave her the baby tylenol. I learned my lesson with the first set of shots!
J had his first blood draw by accident with her. He was cutting her nails today and accidentally nipped a finger of her's. She didn't cry until he started going crazy about the tiny bit of blood. Daddy felt really bad. I made phone call to my mom to ensure him that all parents have done just that. Mom calmed him down and assured him that I was dropped to the floor and had more than one finger tip cut with the nippers too. I guess it is a right of passage with the baby with at least one parent inflicting accidental damage to the little one.
She isn't rolling over yet. But she is sitting up unsupported in a chair. She can also stand if you hold her hands.
I had a nightmare last night she skipped crawling altogether and went right to walking and I didn't have the house baby proofed.
I won't be baby proofing this house if I can help it either. It looks like I'll be able to finally get ADA housing on post. It took a phone call from my doctor to the landlord on post to make them realize what I needed and to stop delaying my paperwork.
The "new" place will be about the same size as the place I lived in at the last duty station when it comes to square footage. Luckily the rooms will be large enough to get the wheel chair or walker around in them if I end up in one after surgeries. Yes there is that distinct possibility. Praying it doesn't happen but it could and as for now I do use a cane. My cane is easy to attach to the stroller of which I'm glad. I'm not looking forward to trying to navigate a stroller while using a walker or wheel chair so I really hope it doesn't happen.
Yesterday J and I fed the baby from a bowl and spoon for the first time. I wanted to post a vid of it but it is too large of a file.
Yes, I'm still fat. About 8 weeks after the next surgery I should be allowed to exercise again. Until then it is still pelvic rest. It sucks.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
A Letter To My Cat
Bugsy,
You are a wonderful cat. I remember well the night you decided to make a home with us. We were still living at an Army installation in Washington state. Your third owner had abandoned you so we had found out. It took a bit of coaxing with dried salmon treats, wet food and calling out the name your last owner had given you but you made your way into our home and into our hearts too.
Its been a little over a year now that you became part of our family. You've been part of a lot of changes. You now have a little sister, or another human guardian if you please. I know you love her a lot. This very morning you gifted to her one of your favorite toys much like a mouser would leave its kill on the pillow of its owner to show their love.
You have been a real trooper with making the 3000 mile journey with us to the new duty station without leaving a complaint in your cage or the floor of any hotel room. On that long trip your genuine trust of the human race boggled my mind. Many humans I wouldn't trust at all. You taught me that I need to give a second chance to people too.
Bugsy my dear, sweet, fluffy one I love you. I can't imagine my life without you. You weren't the first cat in my life but you have become the most important one. Yes, even more important than my beloved black devil cat that was my fur baby for eleven years. I still miss him but the heartache of his loss has lessened with you coming into my home.
I envy you how you are able to lie in the sun for hours chasing it from window to window to soak up the warmth. Maybe I should get a window hammock that fits humans too? I wish I could curl up on the top of the sofa next to you but I'll settle for just leaning back against the sofa with you near my head.
I love how each morning you crawl up on my belly and nudge my chin. I thought perhaps this habit of yours would cease after I had the baby but it didn't. You will even make room for yourself on my lap when I have your little sister on one of my legs during her feedings.
Remember always that I love you. I don't think you could forget. For wherever we roam you will go too.
Love always,
Mama
Its been a little over a year now that you became part of our family. You've been part of a lot of changes. You now have a little sister, or another human guardian if you please. I know you love her a lot. This very morning you gifted to her one of your favorite toys much like a mouser would leave its kill on the pillow of its owner to show their love.
You have been a real trooper with making the 3000 mile journey with us to the new duty station without leaving a complaint in your cage or the floor of any hotel room. On that long trip your genuine trust of the human race boggled my mind. Many humans I wouldn't trust at all. You taught me that I need to give a second chance to people too.
Bugsy my dear, sweet, fluffy one I love you. I can't imagine my life without you. You weren't the first cat in my life but you have become the most important one. Yes, even more important than my beloved black devil cat that was my fur baby for eleven years. I still miss him but the heartache of his loss has lessened with you coming into my home.
I envy you how you are able to lie in the sun for hours chasing it from window to window to soak up the warmth. Maybe I should get a window hammock that fits humans too? I wish I could curl up on the top of the sofa next to you but I'll settle for just leaning back against the sofa with you near my head.
I love how each morning you crawl up on my belly and nudge my chin. I thought perhaps this habit of yours would cease after I had the baby but it didn't. You will even make room for yourself on my lap when I have your little sister on one of my legs during her feedings.
Remember always that I love you. I don't think you could forget. For wherever we roam you will go too.
Love always,
Mama
This post was inspired by A Letter to My Cat by Lisa Erspamer, a collection of letters penned by celebrities to their furry friend. Join From Left to Write on November 10th as we discuss A Letter to My Cat. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
Side left: at Grandma D's house making himself at home this past week.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Always Something Else
I'm having a real struggle here with my landlord on Ft. Stewart.
I need ADA housing.
I get the paperwork from K.J. at the BB office.
I have my doctor's office fill it out.
Not good enough. It isn't specific enough and the doctor thought that the ADA was implied.
One more time I bring the doctor the form and have his office fill it out with the letters ADA on it in the correct line space.
K.J. at the BB office calls me while I was gone to my folks up north. According to her the handwriting doesn't match and thus it is rejected.
I need to pick up yet another form and tell my doctor that he can't have his nurse fill out the form even if he himself did sign and stamp it. No he needs to put pen to paper and copy all of that which was put on the other form onto the new one and again sign and stamp the new form.
I'm wondering just how many morefucking flaming hoops I'll have to leap through with my cane to get into better housing.
Can you tell I'm pissed off?
I need ADA housing.
I get the paperwork from K.J. at the BB office.
I have my doctor's office fill it out.
Not good enough. It isn't specific enough and the doctor thought that the ADA was implied.
One more time I bring the doctor the form and have his office fill it out with the letters ADA on it in the correct line space.
K.J. at the BB office calls me while I was gone to my folks up north. According to her the handwriting doesn't match and thus it is rejected.
I need to pick up yet another form and tell my doctor that he can't have his nurse fill out the form even if he himself did sign and stamp it. No he needs to put pen to paper and copy all of that which was put on the other form onto the new one and again sign and stamp the new form.
I'm wondering just how many more
Can you tell I'm pissed off?
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Breaking Down
Folks I'll try to not make this post into a rant.
We tried to get leave to see my parents every weekend now for the past month. Every time it got denied. Sometimes it was for a good reason. But we too had our reasons. J stated this past time that my dad is not in good health. Again this weekend's mileage pass got shot down. He wasn't even asking for an additional day; just a mileage pass.
The Army requires all of its personnel to submit mileage passes for any movement over 250 miles from your present duty station. We had planned on traveling 325 miles.
Last night my dad was rushed to the hospital in via ambulance. He took a fall with his oxygen tank because he was so weak from pneumonia. I was wondering why my parents land line went to answering machine after just two rings last night. Now I know.
Dad is in the ICU. It doesn't look good. I'm surprised with how many times he's been hospitalized in the past that he has made it this far. One heart valve doesn't work, kidneys at 40%, oxygen full time and the other health issues. How can he hold on? I want him to see his granddaughter. He wants to meet her too.
We've been in contact with the hospital. We are trying to get a Red Cross Message from the hospital to my husband's unit so that we can travel to my parents. I'm not asking J to take leave for long, just long enough to drop me Little E and Bugsy off at my parents' house and take a break for sleep. He can head back the next day so that he can get ready for this next deployment.
One vehicle household so yeah I need him to drop me off at home. The nearest train station to my parents' home is 150 from them. That won't work. Flying with a baby and a cat is out of the question. We were planning on getting a second vehicle here shortly too.
I'm just so upset right now.
We tried to get leave to see my parents every weekend now for the past month. Every time it got denied. Sometimes it was for a good reason. But we too had our reasons. J stated this past time that my dad is not in good health. Again this weekend's mileage pass got shot down. He wasn't even asking for an additional day; just a mileage pass.
The Army requires all of its personnel to submit mileage passes for any movement over 250 miles from your present duty station. We had planned on traveling 325 miles.
Last night my dad was rushed to the hospital in via ambulance. He took a fall with his oxygen tank because he was so weak from pneumonia. I was wondering why my parents land line went to answering machine after just two rings last night. Now I know.
Dad is in the ICU. It doesn't look good. I'm surprised with how many times he's been hospitalized in the past that he has made it this far. One heart valve doesn't work, kidneys at 40%, oxygen full time and the other health issues. How can he hold on? I want him to see his granddaughter. He wants to meet her too.
We've been in contact with the hospital. We are trying to get a Red Cross Message from the hospital to my husband's unit so that we can travel to my parents. I'm not asking J to take leave for long, just long enough to drop me Little E and Bugsy off at my parents' house and take a break for sleep. He can head back the next day so that he can get ready for this next deployment.
One vehicle household so yeah I need him to drop me off at home. The nearest train station to my parents' home is 150 from them. That won't work. Flying with a baby and a cat is out of the question. We were planning on getting a second vehicle here shortly too.
I'm just so upset right now.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Say It Again
I've talked to my landlord already about the mold issue. I know I've made mention somewhere on cyber space about how my neighbors let me know that the prior tenants let our apartment flood. So when we moved in the moldy smell coming from the laundry room that we mentioned to our landlord shouldn't have been brushed off.
Just this week the paint began to peel off the door frame going into our laundry room What should I find underneath?
Just this week the paint began to peel off the door frame going into our laundry room What should I find underneath?
Now tell me again I don't have a mold issue in my house?
Yeah right. Now that I have a free moment I'll be calling the manager and notifying her that I have mold issues and that I have evidence.
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