Sleepless on The farm

I don't even know where to begin........
So I will start here. Grammy's UTI started Friday. She slept all day Saturday and had a good day yesterday.
Today is another story.
I got to the big house at 8:30 and found out she had been up since 4:00, just walking around and looking at things. The home care nurse had already called me to say she would be out around 10:30 (mind you this was the nurse that was called on FRIDAY) and could I get a "sample" from Grammy. Grammy was really anxious and worried about going "home" and all of her things and if the "owners" of the house would be upset that we were still here.
GK was in pain from the gout and aching from the Lupron shot he got on Friday.
I knew it wasn't going to be a good day.
I got on the phone and called Dr.B's office to alert them of the situation.
It would be the first of FIVE calls.
The nurse showed up on time and was very nice, it seemed like she just went through the outlined motions though as opposed to really dealing with Grammy's needs. I know they can only do so much, but here I have an 89 year old women who's out of the bucket with a UTI and when I asked "what can I do" she handed me a pamphlet on drinking eight glasses of water a day and wearing clean cotton underpants.
"Thanks" I said.
Things only got worse from there with her confusion and GK's pain. I kept asking GK to take some pain meds but he didn't want to just be "taking a lot of pills".
I ran Grammy a bath and that seemed to help with the anxiety and relaxed her a little. GK was happy because it gave him some quiet time and after the bath when Grammy laid down for a few minutes I was able to get GK to take his pills and have some jello.
Sugar and vicoden can cure anything.
It was a happy place.........for awhile.
Mike went to pick up Grammy's prescription that I finally got out of Dr.B. He went to the pharmacy, the medicine wasn't there. He went to the Dr's office. They said they had called it in. Mike gave them his oppinion about Oregon Dr's and maybe mentioned something about letting a sick dog die before he would take it to an Oregon Dr.
Then he went to the pharmacy and asked to please speak with the manager of the store. Unfortunately the asst. manager showed up. It didn't take long for the MANAGER to show up and after discussing the the positive reasons for having ones prescriptions ready as stated and presenting them to said customer instead of telling customer they have no knowledge of prescription Mike headed home with the medicine.
So, Grammy took a pill, Gk had a drink and all is right with the world right now.
We will wait to get the results back from the lab and see what's up inside that bladder of her's tomorrow.

Heres something I learned from the nurse today.

A health care dirrective is only good if you have a copy with you.


Julie is in Seattle getting Ingrid from the airport in the morning.

I think the Gerbers are still vacationing in Texas. Maybe they will see Jack! : )

Wendy is STILL working!!!!!! YEAH WEN!

Wy is going to school tomorrow, but then has the rest of the week off. Teacher conference.

Mike isn't sick anymore. Thank GAWD! That was gross.

Mom is doing well in West Linn.

I'm going to sleep.

See you tomorrow.

OH MY!
I forgot the biggest and BEST news of the day.
GK's Doc called to say that his PSA has dropped from 2500 to......161!!!
UNFRIGGINBELIEVABLE.

Goodnight : )

Taking the Day Off

Taking the day off

Old People

I want to tell you something. Old people frustrate me. I just don't know what it would take to make GK happy today. He was upset when Grammy was sick, upset that she slept it off yesterday and now today is upset that she is just sitting on the couch reading. He tells me she needs to get up and get some excersise.
Hmm, maybe they should have a footrace around the house.
I know it's because he doesn't feel good. His back, hips and legs are starting to really bother him and I'm sure it's from the Lupron. He went to town today and was happy to be out of the house for a while but also happy to get home and take a nap in the chair. Maybe old people are like kids and we love them most when they are sleeping.

Now I'm going to tell you something else that frustrates me. I haven't lost ANY weight this week. I have be counting EVERY point and being really careful about what I eat, but still nothing. I don't want to hear anything about excersise. I'm not ready to add that in yet. Keep your thoughts to yourself, unless they happen to be thoughts of sympathy or encouragement. Those type of comments I will welcome. I know at some point I will need to start some form of excersise, just not today.

There is one, well I guess there are MANY other things that frustrate me, but today, this is the other thing.
Sick stupid husbands who lay in the bed puking all day when they could be doing other things that don't gross me out. I think there should be a law when you get married that if a husband gets sick he has to go home to his Mother and if he dosen't have a Mother to go to he should have to go to his car or a hotel or something. I don't have anything positive to say about sick men. Blech.

That's all I have to say right now. I may think of something else later.

A Little Tired

Heres what happened that was good yesterday. Wendy started her new job at Conway tavern. I wish she were working as a white house correspondent, but hey a job's a job.
Thats was yesterdays highlight.
The rest of the day was pretty rocky.
Grammy was up before seven am and started going down hill from there. It didn't take me long to figure out it was a uti (bladder infection) and call for some antibiotics. Mike had most of the day off work and was able to go to town and pick them up. I was in hopes of that relieving some of the symptoms.......not. She fell farther and farther off track all day and no amount of presricption soothing seemed to help. It's like her mind puts up some super hero force shield that prevents anything from calming her. It's not that she is unhappy or angry she just CAN NOT RELAX. The strangest part about it is like I said yesterday she is sooo right in her wrongness. She feels the need to go home because she thinks she still lives in Colorado, but at the same time she knows she's married to GK. She thinks Mom is one of her friends and Kelly is her daughter. I think she thinks I am just a kid in the neighborhood who comes over a lot. She is always asking me what grade I'm in and if I want to play dolls. Then when Mike comes over and we say he's my husband she about falls over and askes WHEN did I get married!!!! I have decided against telling her I have been married six times.
This time around she is talking about Lucille, GK's sister. All day yesterday she would talk about seeing Lucille. Having lunch with her, what they had for breakfast, what a no good Lucilles huband is, telling me Lucille smokes and is overweight, but is still a very nice person. Do I know Lucille? I would like her very much. I just say no, that I would liked to have known her. Then I get the retard look and Grammy tells me I can meet her when she gets here. I just say I look forward to it.
We were up all night last night. It seems she is the most anxious at night. I tried everything the doctor said I could do medicine wise, but it just slows down the body not the brain. Even when I can get her calm and relaxed in bed she carries on conversations, like REAL conversations with all the people she has known. Her Mother, Aunt Winnie, etc..... and of COURSE Lucille. She finally fell asleep at about one thirty but was up again by four. At four she had her regular voice back though. More relaxed tone and not so anxious. She went to the bathroom, thanked me for helping her, told me she loved me and back to sleep. That took only about a half an hour. At five I heard noise in the room again, jumped off the couch, headed to her room and saw this big black figure move from her room. I screamed and fell back, my heart was pounding. The figure was still, not moving, then all at once said "what the hell, you all right". It was GK wearing his dark coat, checking on Grammy before he took the dogs out. I went home after that. I called over about nine thirty and Grammy was sleeping. So far, so good.

Gk goes in for his Lupron shot today John picks him up this afternoon. The Lupron is what makes all his muscles hurt, so it will be a rough few days for him. His legs and ankles are already bothering him, as of course are his eyes. Still no drops. He wants to get some good cleaner at Bi-Mart today and clean his contacts so he does't have to buy a new pair. I can see this going on for a long time. haha get it......"see this". but seriously folks.......O.k, I need to stop this. I'm tired and I told Mike he couldn't talk to me while I'm writting so I need to go check and make sure he's still breathing. He has the day off because something is the matter with his truck and it's in the shop.
I'l let you know whats going on later in the day.

Drops

Got' Em!
The neighbor finally asked me to help him put the drops in his eyes!!!!!
Now were gettin' somewhere.
Grammy is still sleeping : )

Sunday drivers

More breaking news this morning! Grammy found her glasses!!! We don't know where or when but she has them on : )
She is really off the track this morning. I have a call into Dr. B's office and waiting to hear what he sugest we do. Days like this are so hard because Grammy is so right in her wrongness that it makes it really hard for GK.
She thinks we have a cookshack set up in the Fred Meyer parking lot that GK has painted a really big map of the area on. That way people can get something to eat AND see where they're going. She said she doesn't drive much anymore but the young man who lives there with them is real good about taking her where she needs to go. That's why she always keeps a twenty in her billfold. Then GK gets testy and asks her where the hell she needs to go and tells her there's no gawdammed guy who lives there and tells her HE drives her around, and he put the effin twenty in her billfold. Then she say's "oh really"? "Well where does that nice young man who drives me around live then"? "Geezus krice" GK say's. "There aint no gawdamened kid who drives you anyplace". "Well thats ok" she say's. "I don't have anyplace I need to go anyway". "Maybe I'll go someplace later when he when he get's back".
Maybe this is why old people lose their hearing and just smile and nod when you say things to them.
Anyway, I'm home because she fell asleep and GK is resting his eyes. Mind you, the same eyes he used to take the dogs to the groomer with at 7:30 this morning, and the same eyes he is supposed to be putting drops in. Suposed being the key word here. You can lead an old guy to the pharmacy, but you can't make him use it I guess.

Update

Grammy has a UTI. Mike is home from work this afternoon so he is on his way to town now to pick up her antibiotic.
Thank God for Mike. If it weren't for him we would have to wait until nine o'clock tonight for it to be delivered