Nebshit Question of the Day (answer in comments): What would YOU want to ask MY mom if you had a chance to talk to her.
Boy, this journal has become quite the downer, huh? I am really hoping to find time to update this more than I have, but it’s hard for me right now. My poor mom has really been having trouble with her legs. Our last trip to the surgeon that performed the original surgeries was disappointing. The doctor ordered another round of sonograms and mentioned two disheartening things. More surgery and/or Coumadin.
You can imagine how well that went over with Shirley.
And to make things much worse he asked her to stay off of her feet as much as possible. With the ideal being her feet kept higher than her heart. With age my mother has become more compliant. She doesn’t want to deal with the fall-out of not listening to doctor’s orders. But she sure does get goddamn pissy with me when I tell her that she needs to go sit down and put her feet up.
She’s fucking bored. There’s only so much television that a person can watch and she has a hang-up (which is a very good one) of not being able to sit while someone else is working around her. It drives her crazy because she believes that it’s incredibly rude and I have to agree with her. There is nothing worse than working while someone is sitting there watching you. I’m good for banishing people from the room if they can’t help because it pisses me off so much. Laziness is considered a disease in this house and it’s totally unacceptable.
Unless you’re my mom and you should keep your feet up, of course. That’s not being lazy. That’s just doing what you need to do to get better. But Shirley isn’t seeing it that way and she’s a goddamn bullhead. Sigh. We find out on Wednesday the next step with this issue. Truth be told, I would rather see her have to have another surgery than have to deal with Coumadin and all that it entails.
In the what else is new category…
Rick built me a fire-pit. It isn’t finished yet, but we decided to use it yesterday anyway. He’s going to “grout” it with cement (next weekend, probably).
Shirley cooking up some hotdogs. Alex and Cheyenne were over and we played corn-hole. In the dark. Like dummies. But it was a nice time. And then we sat around and watched the Super Moon come up. I fell down a rabbit hole over the weekend and read al 149 pages of the Paula Deen deposition transcript. That was bizarre and the most shocking thing (to me) was that she doesn’t even know how to receive or send an email!
This is exciting, no?
See what I mean about not writing? There is absolutely nothing to write about!
********** Shirley (aka: mom) has agreed to do a podcast with me (nobody knows how nervous this makes me because Shirley sometimes refuses to even try to be politically correct). Rick is totally useless when it comes to podcasting so my mom has agreed to fill in. That’s why I need your questions!