I’m horrible! I’m going straight to hell. Yea, verily!
I was in dream land. Cutting some real zzzZZZs! Dreaming a very good dream, I might add.
Something was ‘off’, I opened my eyes and closed them really quick. “What?” sez I. I opened them again. Immediately two hands were on my cheeks (sticky hands, but I digress) A cute little voice says, “See, Nana’s awake. She’s not dead!” (What are these people telling these kids?)
Four adults and 2 children were looking at me. I sit up and put my feet on the floor. I tell them to move aside, I gotta pee.Bad. I go to the bathroom and lock the door. For fear someone will follow me in. I believe they would. I did my business.
I step out of the bathroom, DIL has a cup of orange juice and a protein drink thingy. I know she’s not leaving til I down both. Ugh!!
Oldest grandwrek is flipping through the TV channels. Littlest is jumping on my bed.
Oh, no. The cat’s havn’t been fed. The dogs havn’t been walked. I look around, no pets. Son says they did the pet duties. Ok.
I look at Big Wrek. He’s looking a little sheepish. He asks"You okay?"
I told him to go back to his rat killin’, I’m fine. Him and Son leave. Thank god. I look down, I have on a ratty t-shirt, panties, and socks. That’s all. Crap these people have no boundaries.
I grab the TV remote, I yank the 3yo off my bed. I told DIL to leave so I can put clothes on.
I told lil’wrekker she could leave as well.
She sez “Ma, you scared me”
I didn’t do anything. I just slept late. They obviously discussed my sleeping while I was asleep. Must have been a comprehensive discussion, standing over me, in my bedroom, while I was dreaming my good dream. Jeez! Even the grandbabies were in on it. This is not good.
In my head I understand they’re worried. I get it.
But really, bringing the whole family into my private bed chamber, is over the top. One person could’ve came in and asked me was I okay.
These folks need to learn about boundaries.
I’m terrible, I know. They love me and are concerned. But, lessons will be taught.
On this fine evening beckdawrek will be the one calling the family meeting.
I told y’all, I’m bad, bad, bad! I’m fixin’ to prove it.
Then I’ll die in private and probably go to hell.
(Seriously, how am I gonna make it to the March 2 surgery day, without imploding)
We had the meeting. I laid out my concerns. They all jumped in. I let them go on and on.
I then told them how it was gonna go down. No more gangs standing over my prone body til the funeral. The lil’wrekker
started sobbing.
Jeebus.
I asked DIL to keep from discussing my death in front of the children. Not healthy.
If they are concerned then send one person in.
They promised they would.
We’ll see.
At least you didn’t wake up with them holding a mirror in front of your face to see if it fogged…
One company I worked for, we always joked that when one of the owners shed their mortal coil and didn’t come down for breakfast, we could get rich at the wake by having the mirror concession.
I’ve been cracking up laughing at them standing over me. Talking in hushed tones. Shoo-ing the pets out. Telling each other “No, you shake her, no you!” “Go get a grandkid, they’ll wake up any body!”
Next time I’m gonna rise from my slumber and make ghostly noises. That’ll teach 'em.
(:))
Thanks Panache. I’m just biding my time. Trying not to go ballistic.
My nerves are kinda iffy. I find I zoom from being okay to raving maniac in about 4 seconds.
I think my family is as stressed as I am. I’m trying real hard to not go too crazy.
Poor Li’l Wrek. She’s scared for her mom. So are the rest of the Wrekkers, sounds like.
Are you glad there’s this long interim before surgery, or are you ready to get it over with? When I had cancer, I had to wait almost two months between diagnosis and surgery because medical stuff moves like a snail in molasses, and I found the waiting the hardest part. But maybe you’re using this time to get prepared?
I wish it was over Nellie, I think I’m prepared. My…ahem…affairs are in order.
I’m really afraid I’m gonna get a virus or flu close to the time. Knock on wood.
About the lil’wrekker. She’s really inconsolable at times. I am very worried about her. I told DIL we may have involved her too much. She is 21, but she’s the *baby * of the family. We’ve all coddled and babied her for most of her life.
I inherited a little nest egg from my Daddy. I’ve always meant for it to be her money. The surgeon and the social worker at my diabetic clinic had me sign DNRs and other papers and told me to do a living will and put my money in safe hands. I signed it over to the lil’wrekker. She was with me at the attorneys office. She’s not been happy since. I tried to tease her alittle about it today, I looked up and big ol’tears were flowing.
I lost my Mother when I was 11yo. I have no experience on how to help her.
That’s another reason I want it over. I can’t stand the hurt it’s caused my baby.
I’ve been puny today. I had a rough day yesterday at the Clinic. My PICC line is gimped up. They fixed that. I got my IV in my vein.
My BP was low. Any number of things can cause that, infection, low B12, dehydration. low sodium (I knew corndogs were good for me). I got a couple of injections.
I’m feeling better now.
DIL drove me berserk checking on me. She woke me one time to ask if I was tired :smack:
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a good day.
And to think you worry about me. shaking my head I suppose having a grandkid playing “Is she live or is she Memorex?” game beats having a CNA who doesn’t speak English wondering which shade of blue my face needed to be for it to be worrisome. (For future reference, .“any shade of blue.” is the correct answer…)
Mikey, of course I worry for you. I owe you my life. I most certainly would not be here posting if not for your heroic deeds.
I only want the best for you.
I fear that place you’re in.
You just keep posting so we can commiserate and know how you’re doing.
Lots of your Doper friends care about your well-being.
You’ve been on the Board for lots of years.
You’re loved.