Happy Memorial Day
Hi Francine and my OFF family:
Supposed to rain here today, too. Rained last night really hard for awhile. When it does, when I'm at work, I can really hear it on the roof. We are on the second floor and the rain pelts down hard. I was happy to get home before it started to rain again.
Talked to my mom this morning. She seemed happy. She found out through my cousin that there was trouble between you know who and me ... that I had to throw him out ... didn't tell her that he attacked me. I told mom he stole pills from me, because that's what Gary told mom so we kept our stories straight. Mom understood that, because she went through everything with my dad and his alcoholic brother who stole from my grandma.
I'm so tired today ... I wanted to nap at work last night. I think it's the weather. I have the makings of a headache again. Fortunately, it's my Friday, plus I get time and a half for the holiday. Should be a quiet night although I have to do two sports sections tonight. Wish my body didn't hurt so much today.
Anyway, hope everyone is well. I have read everyone's posts, just don't remember everything. Maybe later I'll go back and read when I have time. Need to get into the shower and get some lunch. Have a good day.
Hello Eileen....sorry it is raining where you are...it is here too!! I think we have plenty now. I hope it stops soon.
I am sure you are still hurting from that incident with you know who. On top of that you are having a Fibro flare up as well. It has a hold of me too!!!
I agree with your decision not to tell your mom anything other then what you already have. She would just be more worried then ever!!
I hope you have a good night at work!
Love and many hugs to you...connie d
Greetings Sisters,
I was up and out the door first thing this morning. One of our dear seniors from church is in the hospital, with bad pain in her hip and congestive heart failure. They say they caught it early, and that they're going to send her to rehab from the hospital.
Then, we went to the health food store for a few things that help me with my allergies. Then, my friend Diane, who I took with me, needed to go to Party City, which was close. Well, I found something at Party City for a craft, which meant I needed to go to Joann's for the other thing for that craft, which was in the same shopping center. I think today was the first time I ever went to Joann's and did not walk out with yarn or fabric. A miracle. Then, she needed to return something at Walmart, and somewhere in there we stopped at McDonald's and I got a salad with grilled chicken. I got home just in time to see the Phillies at the end of a game they lost to the Mets, our enemy. New York fans hate the Philly teams, and we hate their teams, coz we're in the same division in both football and baseball, plus their only 90 minutes apart.
We've had off and on rain yesterday and today. Not sure if I'll get my flowers planted today, but that's a goal. I've got my geraniums for the planters by my door, and some double impatiens for the front garden. I still need some more flowers for the garden, but it's a start.
If it keeps raining, I'll start my project I bought the stuff for, and cut out the dress I want to make for Izzy.
I'm not the only alcoholic in my family. Daddy was a violent alcoholic throughout my childood. His anger was always directed at Mom. But it was mostly because he'd want to get in the car and get away from her, and she try to take his car keys, because he was drunk. His last drunken episode was the day after my high school graduation party, coz he and Uncle Jeo were finishing off the keg of beer. I called the police twice that night. The next day, he and I went for a ride, and he talked about moving out. My brother was only 9 years old, and he begged Daddy to stop drinking. That was Daddy's last time he drank. I have no clue if he ever went to AA, coz I was married, pregnant, and living in California less than a year later, and he was gone the next year. When I was going to AA meetings back home, I always saw one of his friends from work there. He had stopped drinking before my graduation party. He had once invited Daddy to a meeting, but he wasn't ready to stop drinking. Daddy never hurt me when he was drunk. Years before I started going to AA my sister started going.
Well, this turned into a long sage. Sorry.
Must scoot.
Love,
Trish
Hello Tri**** was nice of you to go visit that lady in the hospital. I pray everything continues to improve for her.
A new project....how fun!! You didn't say what it was. I am sure it will be great when you get it done.
I am exhausted and need to get to bed...it is almost 2 AM.
Love and oodles of hugs to you...connie d
Fabulous news, have no IBS pain today, all is back to normal except for usual arthritis and stiffness...hey hey, ho ho, what a difference today compared to last week, had a great poop and no knife slashings as it and gas went through nor mucousy bits, so all is fine, sorry for the TMI ....but feel like heel clicking in the air one side to the other ( can't do it coz of arthritis)
oh Happy Day....
jennifer
Hello Jennifer....I am so happy to know that you are feeling so much better today!!! That is awesome!!
Pain ....yes I can sure relate to your pain. This cooler weather with rain needs to stop soon.I was finally feeling better but this weather is kicking my butt!! I hope your pain is better soon!!!
Love and oodles of hugs to you.....connie d
Hello sweet sistas,
I'm bringing up the rear tonight. I've had a long, super emotional day. I wrote a long letter to all of Butch's family about his condition and our decision to stop chemo and go on hospice. It was a tough letter to write. I posted an abbreviated version of the same letter on Care Pages, too. Ever since there have been emails and phone calls and notes, which has added to the emotions of the day. Right now, all I want is a bath and bed and some oblivion. I need to escape from reality for a few hours.
Chris and the boys came over for a visit and they were only going to stay a little while, but the rains came back AGAIN and they ended up staying for supper. I didn't have much on hand, so we had pancakes and sausage for our dinner. Butch did get up and join us at the table, so that was great. And he ate a pancake and half a sausage, so that was even better.
There is so much flooding going on in Texas right now. Y'all cannot know how glad I am that I moved us from the lake last month! Even though our lake house was on top of a hill, the entire surrounding area flooded and went under water. It's really terrible all the floods and tornadoes and destruction. So many people have lost everything. But we are high, if not dry, here in Cibolo. I am thankful for that.
We have company coming all week long. I just give up on the house for right now. My mind just cannot concentrate on sorting and unpacking and all of that. Everyone will just have to understand. Butch's sister and her family are coming for a visit tomorrow. Then on Wednesday, his brother and his wife are coming. On Sunday, another sister is coming. I knew they would once I sent the letter, so it is alright. It is hard for some of them to travel this far, and I wanted them all to have plenty of time to come and say good-bye.
I don't know how long Butch has, but I do know if he doesn't begin to eat again, it won't be long. A person cannot exist on a single bottle of Boost a day. And some days, that's all I can get him to take. I am hoping that once hospice starts, they will be able to help me help him. I am not educated enough to know how to deal with a terminal illness. I need help.
Well, I love you all. I'm too tired to remember what everyone wrote, but it seems alcoholism and addiction are evils that exist everywhere. My daddy was an alcoholic, although he never admitted it. But he wasn't violent at all. He would just slowly drink himself into a stupor every night. He didn't drink during the work week, but he did on the weekends. Mornings often started with a bloody mary or a beer. As a result, I don't drink much at all. I never have. I was always too afraid I had that same gene.
I love you all, my sistas. Talk to you tomorrow.
Vickie
