Thanks and I do agree, but he spends “his” money on snake oil, guns he can’t shoot and political donations. It would be very insulting at this point in time to take his access to “our” money away and TBH, most of “our” money is “my” money that I transfer into “our” account.
I’m sad for your diagnosis, but Dr Google says you could have a good 20 years before things start getting bad. Keep yourself active and moving, that’s what all of the old folks I hang out with do. NF’s hubby is 93 and can still help unload my trunk while commenting on my Miskatonic University window sticker. Cultists tend to notice such things!
I hope you have a great view! NF and I are going to Dallas and the weather guessers are saying that there is at least a 60% chance of clear skies. The other 40% chance of overcast skies are why I’m looking at retail therapy spots.
You have a very nice neighbor.
A friend uses her mouse pad to open bottles. I have been known to have the neighbor kid open my stubborn stuff.
Ohhhh yeah, I’d totally go nuts with something like that. I’m glad it is working out so well and I really do hope you keep being happy with it.
I had bunion surgery on my right foot. The only issue I had was being forced to sit with my leg up for six weeks. While that sounds wonderful, it didn’t take long before I had read all of the books in the library and killed all of the monsters online. Then the boredom set in.
You won’t be able to wear narrower shoes though.
The breeder retired and I don’t want another kitten. GG was a total PITA who is just now calming down.
There really isn’t anything I can do for or about hubs. He can still do all of his Daily Activities of Life, he isn’t physically able to load a gun or hold it up to shoot and I’ve had more work done to his bathroom to help him be safe.
He’s not the man I married anymore, but I did promise something about the “in sickness” part.
I bring the jars of my beloved spicy onion chili crisp to work. I don’t even hafta say anything anymore; I just whimper in Sweet Manager’s general direction and point to the jar. She obligingly opens them for me.
One of the Oven Masters even struggled to open it, so I feel better not being able to.
i just paid my renter’s insurance. It went up 58% from last year. Which is still better than some of the coastal counties, those were doubled(or worse)
As to money, that’s not too different from where I was vs HL’s assets. As to everything else you said …
I have a long-time (30 years?) friend who’s about 75 now. I’ve mentioned her before on the Dope if not the MMP specifically. She lives back in St. Louis where I once did.
Her husband of many years got Hep C before the current vaccines and treatments were invented. He died after 5 years of spiral from vigorous fire chief into invalid, then 10 years of irritable house-bound, almost bed-ridden semi-inertness. In helping my first wife to her end I did not deal with even 25% of the shit and pain that she had to deal with helping him to his end. Jane (really, that’s her name) is a saint amongst saints.
The relevance to you is that during her hubs’ descent he bought ever more of ever less practical things. Lotta guns, lotta woodworking tools despite being unable to handle the stairs to his basement woodshop, lotta weird booze accouterments despite being enjoined from drinking which he semi-followed, etc. In hindsight they were all thing chosen by him to reinforce a self-delusion that a) he was OK, or at worst b) if he was not-ok right now, at least he was getting better and would regain normalcy.
Which of course was silly false wishful thinking.
I’m not greatly chuffed about my diagnosis.
I can absolutely tell that something is different in my head, but it’s not that much different. Especially armed with a life low in interpersonal stress I expect I can get a decade or two of what most folks would think of as normalcy out of it. Which would take me to age 85.
But how different is my head from a bog standard 65yo who’s not in fact 30 no matter how much he wants to believe / pretend otherwise? Hard to say. The change is 100% real. Is it abnormal given my age? That’s a much harder question that only time will reveal.
Ref my Jane’s late hubby, I want to be smarter than he was, and watching for signs of buying stuff I can’t / won’t use just for its midlife symmbolism is a biggee.
Thank you for sharing that. I’m pretty sure that is the same road I am currently traveling. His dad had Parkinson’s and hubs hasn’t been the same since he had the OG plague. It only got worse when he got the second version, but I’m really blaming f**ker carlson for him going crazy. And now I am going to change the subject. It won’t help anything for me to get all grrrr this late at night.
You are right that a family could eat very well with the surplus food I am given. I really do wish that there were more gleaning programs, the food waste today is just terrible.
Our homeowners went up as well. We are blaming it on the fires in California, but we blame everything on those librals in the land of fruits and nuts.
So, anyhow, I try to call Mom at least every other day. Mom’s Senior center serves lunch during the week and has a van that picks people up and brings them home. Sometimes the volunteer driver will take them shopping or to a movie.
Mom just loves it when I call her at lunch or while she in the van. I can hear her telling everyone “oh, my daughter in Arizona is calling, she is so thoughtful, she is the one who sent the cookies last week” before getting the phone to her ear and mouth. I love it too, I don’t think I would ever get tired of hearing Mom bragging about me, so I set an alarm to call just to interrupt her lunch three times a week.
It’s not clever enough to be worth it. Male ducks are drakes. They’re the only males wo’d find duck feet attractive. See? You’re not confused.
Haha! My feet aren’t big (size 7), just wide at the toe base.
I love the way the moon looks in a cerulean sky. I lived in the Wyoming countryside a long time. One of my favorite sights en route to work was the bright moon setting while the gold-and-rose sun rose. One day I got to work to find about a hundred students sitting in chairs facing the big cafeteria windows, watching the breathtaking sunrise.
Pilot, I had to look up MCI. If I understand it correctly, about 13% of people with MCI develop dementia. The rest never do, and some even improve? It boggles my mind how little we really understand the brain.
Rolls were extremely yum, though not very “stick to your ribs” filling. A bit of chicken, some greens, a few rice paper wrappers (I triple-wrap mine, just cuz I like the texture so much) basically amounts to a small salad, so imma probably gonna wake up early & hungry.
I left most of the stuff sitting out, in case Middle Of The Night Shoe wants a snack.
For now, I’m having a nice hot cuppa and winding down with some of western Mitten State’s finest rather inexpensive indica, and listening to the wind howling intermittently.
Meanwhile, the ratties are eatin’ good tonight. I wanted to get them dried mealworms but instead found a bag of “trail mix” (avert thy eyes if thou be squeamish) two kinds of dried larvae, plus grasshoppers and crickets plus they got a handful of mini doggie treats and another handful of corn, so they are chowing DOWN right now.
Lotsa good protein there for moms and their growing bebehs, plus the moms-to-be growing ever rounder each day.
I’ll be honest. I skimmed more than read. I know things are happening but my brain isn’t retaining enough at the moment to make direct replies.
It’s been a good/ bad kind of day today.
Both kids were home sick (migraine for CtE and vomiting for BtY) but we’re recovered by this evening.
I went over to see Dad this morning and on the way, the doctor called. He failed the swallow test so they were looking at him needing a feeding tube but he was saying he didn’t want one. When I got there, i was able to help him realize that this was the best option and he okayed it.
I had a relatively good couple hour visit with him. His BP was super low - 84/55 - and they were trying to get it back up. But it was climbing back towards normal while I was there. He was in relatively good spirits.
I found out that if/ when he needs to go to a SNF, the closest one that does his type of dialysis is about 90 minutes away. But I think that’s going to be a little ways off.
He’s having normal bowel movements so things seemed to be going in the right direction.
I had date afternoon with Partner. We were cuddled up on the couch watching Doctor Who when Dad called, convinced that he and I had been talking in the phone two hours earlier. He also called my house (which I never answer) instead of my cell. Partner just held me for awhile as I, again, thought about Dad deteriorating.
About 20 minutes ago, I got a call from the NP on duty. Dad’s going back into hypotension. It had been back to normal this afternoon but started dropping again. They have him on meds but there’s the likelihood that they’ll need to send him back to the trauma ICU tonight. Getting phone calls at 2330 from the hospital is not something I want, but I’m glad that they’re keeping me posted.
Tomorrow I’m going back over to the hospital to see him. I’m just not sure where I’ll be headed until I get to the trauma floor. Luckily, I don’t need to be up early so I can try to quiet my mind and, hopefully, get a better night’s sleep. And pray that they don’t need to call me again because I don’t think it ephod be for a status update.
Tonight I’m just drained. I’m glad that I had the good times today. I needed those bits. But Dad bouncing back and forth, I just can’t sustain it for too long without fearing that I’ll break. My saving grace is that I’ve got a good support system.
I had to get this out tonight but now I’m going to try sleeping again. Thanks for reading and thanks for being here.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. Spot slept with me during naptime, I guess having people inside weirded him out. Too bad he doesn’t like catnip, today will be slightly worse.
Meh. I deal with the live stuff, which occasionally escapes.
We’re creeping towards Stanley. Up early to eat early then try to get tickets for early shuttle ashore. We’re hoping to get to a penguin rookery, and maybe buy postcards to send to the grands even tho we’ll beat them home. We want to go early because the wind is supposed to get stoopit after noonish, making mid-50s just a tad chilly.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 3c/38f with a predicted high of 7c/45f, and cloudy. Weather app has gone all Scottish and declares that “It’s a totally fucking dreich day outside. Enjoy!” It’s not that bad, and although there’s a bit of cloud about, there’s also some sun.
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Pilot would love to join you for the eclipse but we’re flying home from Chicago on 5th April so that won’t work Sorry to hear about your diagnosis too, looks like you caught it early enough that you have time to work on keeping your mind active that might keep it at bay for a lot longer.
JtC sorry to hear about hubs, it does sound like you’re doing the right thing by keeping a closer eye on the money and making sure there’s a limit to what he has access to.
metal mouse I am surprised The Train Guy spent 12 minutes wandering around our new station but now you can see a bit of the little corner where I spend three days a week!
doggio I am sure there is a better kind of fool coming along to break my carefully-created forms I should be taking bets on how many students try to use the wrong form and then start bleating that their programme isn’t listed on it, or just complete it for a totally different programme because it’s got a similar title…
I went out with my friends last night, pleasant evening in a nice little pub (another one for metal mouse, it’s The Station at Codsall. Fun night out but a late one so I am a bit tired today. Also a bit snotty too so hopefully a few cups of strong tea will see off any germs.
Nothing exciting in my day today, I have no meetings and I intend for it to stay that way. I have a few fiddly jobs to do and if I get really bored in the office, there’s always confidential waste to bag up for disposal. We have a lot of very old paper student records that need to be scrapped once they’ve exceeded the university’s retention policy and we need the space in the cupboards for other things. Fun times!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 32 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 62 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. This mornin’ I shall take care of various duties over to the church house and we shall be bears who brunch at Eggs Up. We shall make a stop at the Food Kitty on the way back to da cave as Poopsie products are on sale. The rest of the day shall then be spent in sloth, nappage, and day drinkin’ as is our wont. We’re kinda borin’ but happy in our borin’ ways.
Pilot sorry to read of your diagnosis. Never know how a diagnosis like that will go. My father and all his siblin’s had AD. So far, so good for me, but the odds of bein’ diagnosed with that or some other type of dementia as I age are pretty good. What is to be is to be, I guess.
JtC sorry about hubs. ISTM you are doin’ the right thing by keepin’ watch on the money and doin’ the things necessary for him to perform ADL as much as is possible.
MOOOOOOM have fun with the penguins!
Real_Fish sorry things are goin’ not great with your dad. Hope today is at least a somewhat better day.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and bother, I must needs purtify and don attire acceptable for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. This will be two days in a row! Most unbearable!
It’s 50F and raining lightly outside. Rain will continue throughout the morning, becoming partly cloudy in the afternoon. The expected high temperature is 58F.
pilot, I’m very sorry to read about your diagnosis.
JtC, I’m sorry to read about what’s happening with your husband. I think you’re right to start watching those funds.
fishy, I’m glad you had some good moments with your Dad yesterday, but I am sorry that he went back downhill. I’ve ridden that rollercoaster; it’s stressful and exhausting. Take care of yourself, too.
I have a day filled with meetings, work, and “training” ahead of me. I’ve reached burnout status and the busiest months are yet to come. Yesterday, I submitted leave requests for my big two-week summer leave and the Friday before Memorial Day. I have more to submit, but I am trying to decide if I’m going to take a spring trip to Missouri or not. I might push that trip to autumn, and of course, I need to make sure my daughter and her husband can take time off during that time. So, those plans are loose right now.
Okay, on with the day. I need to tidy the kitchen, and later today, I will grab a rake and rake up fir tree branches and cones in the backyard so I can get them in the yard waste bin. The bin and garbage need to do down to the end of the driveway tonight, so I want to be sure to get that done. I have slightly more goof-off time before I tidy the kitchen, feed the dogs, and then head upstairs to work. At least the commute is short.
[shoe rant]
I wear size 8 wide shoes. They are almost impossible to find. I have spent the $160 on New Balance 990, mostly because the local New Balance store usually has them in stock. I also like Nike Monarch at $80 but they are getting hard to find.
My last attempt at the local Scheel’s: There were four different styles of shoes available in wide. That is four styles out of a whole wall of men’s shoes. There were were none available in my size at all. The same goes for Cabela’s/Bass Pro.
People with duck feet need shoes too…
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JtC, I also have a spouse who won’t go to the doctor. He hasn’t seen one in years. He’s 73 and has several conditions that a doctor ought to monitor, but he’s too stubborn.
A year or two ago I started a thread in the Pit specifically for people to come in and vent their worries about SO’s who wouldn’t see a physician. But the thread was quickly overwhelmed with many posters (all male) who came to justify just why they wouldn’t go to a doctor or take a doctor’s advice. And all their posts were pretty bogus, IIRC.
It was my intent to create a safe place for discussing worries and frustrations but the thread became the opposite of what I wanted.
Good morning. I’m dragging a bit today. The challenge today is getting me through the work when there’s nothing urgent. I respond very well to time pressure. Not so much when I don’t have any. But I have real tasks to complete. I am trying to schedule time to work on them the way I would schedule a meeting.
It’s been a good week with Wee Weasel. Yesterday we worked on exponents, and man, he was SO excited, especially to learn about powers of 10. His calculators don’t have any exponent function, so I guess we’re just gonna have to break down and get him a scientific calculator. Maybe like a cheap refurbished one from Amazon. My husband says we can’t get him any more birthday presents. We got him more magna-tiles per my son’s request, and I already got him some magnet cubes because the snap-together ones he is using are so frustrating they make me want to dropkick them into the sun. Just imagine painstakingly snapping together a 8x8x8 cube for a demanding three year old and then having it all fall apart at the end. Many tears. He’s going to love the new ones, they are colorful and colors are his jam. My husband and I agreed on four gifts for birthday, something you want, something you need, something you wear, something you read, but I just want to buy him all the things. There are so many cool toys out there, including a lot of STEM stuff. I want to play with them.
The boy is getting better at doing the laundry every day, and reminds me when I forget. I swear you can get that kid to do anything as long as it’s a part of his routine.
No progress on the eating front. I’m trying to get him to start drinking milk again, but so far no dice. It’s difficult to get him through a meal when I’m trying to cook one for myself and husband. I don’t have a lot of mealtime bandwidth.
That’s tough, I’m sorry. All we’ve got is today, man. No matter who we are. (You seem sharp to me, FWIW.) The depression makes sense given all you’re going through.
Lean on those people, and us, and keep as many good bits as you can. They will help you stay sane.
Yep, I grew up in Evansville where everyone north of us thinks we’re southern and everyone south of us thinks we’re Yankees. Can’t win.
Dicey, best of luck to your dad - I hope he recovers very, very soon.
Jane, I hope you got the husband unit in, too - tremors are no joke, and that sounds really frightening for both of you.
It’s an unusually warm day today - supposed to be up around 65F. There’s a teacup-sized dog outside that thinks he’s a Doberman and is running about outside my window trying to attack a squirrel. Thank goodness he’s attached to a person via leash. I think it’s the same dog I keep finding in the common ground behind the house and have to carry back to the neighbor’s house.
I’ve got my fingers crossed that it’ll be a quiet day, but I don’t think it will be. I’m taking half of tomorrow off so I can clean mom’s place some more. It’s weird - I’d thought when my mom passed, my big sister would take over. She lives in a different state but she’s usually particular about how things happen while I’m not as long as we get it done, but she’s having a LOT of trouble making decisions on what to do with the stuff. My theory is she didn’t spend as much time with her toward the end her life, so I have more in my head to remember her by, so I need fewer things in my hands. It’s gotten to the point where she has to leave the room when I dispose of things, so better to do it when she’s not in town.
Anyway, off to work - silly, silly work, getting in the way of my personal life.
Which is still better than some of the coastal counties, those were doubled(or worse)
Sorry to hear about your diagnosis too, looks like you caught it early enough that you have time to work on keeping your mind active that might keep it at bay for a lot longer.