A Good Sleep.
A shot in both hips yesterday led to a good night’s rest
last night. Took a nap after Judie Brunson brought me home and then fell asleep
last night and did not even have to get up once. That in itself is pretty amazing!
Anyway, looking forward to getting over this mess. Have to go on the 26th
for an MRI over on Barnett Road. Maybe by then driving won’t be such a problem.
The x-rays of my shoulder and hip only showed arthritis and bone spurs but no
cracks or breaks. Not much telling what the back images will show in the MRI.
Sterling said that he and Jacqui were going shopping today
for a twin-sized bed for him. His bed has about lost its integrity and
stability. Can just see him ending up on the floor some late night and coming
up cussing! Better to go find a solid built bed now than to get bucked out of
bed! Surprised that he has not thought about building one for himself! Bet it
would be a good bed with shelves for books along the headboard! He can build
anything that comes to his mind. Wish that talent had been passed on to this
old woman. Sigh.
Spoke with Shona this morning and
she was very concerned because her mother’s phone was saying it was out of
service or some such. It worried her, of course. Her sister found out that the
bank had canceled the card that pays all her mom’s bills instead of one that
Shona had had them cancel for her to take care of her mom’s account. Anyway,
things are getting all squared away on that front so that her mom will be able
to keep the phone number that she has had forever. Remembered getting a phone
for my parents to have in the nursing home. Daddy would go to the nurses’ desk
to tell them to call me even after the phone was in their room. He was deaf in
one ear and could barely hear out of the other, so he knew the nurses
would get in touch with me. It was just a bit hard to handle at times. Going
over there was easier sometimes than sending him a message. At least it was easier
to check on them. They knew the doctor and many of the folks in the home there
in Henrietta. After they finally settled down and Daddy decided the meals were
good, they did pretty well. The only thing that really irritated him were the
so-called baths. “Why! They use a water hose to wet us down instead of letting
us get a real bath!” was his complaint. Bet they used a hose rather than try to
get those old folks up from a tub—just a shower instead of a sit-down bath. But
the idea of a water-hose bath really does not sound all that great. Understanding
does not make it all that easily appreciated.
Sterling used to raise baby dairy calves that would quite
often get the scours. He would buy the kind of yogurt that had the good stuff
in it (like Greek yogurt) and put it in with their milk replacer. It would get
the calves back on track overnight. However, the old woman uses Greek yogurt
for the opposite effect. Just a few pain pills can mess up the works pretty
quickly. The pills that prevent the problems can have adverse effects almost as
quickly as the pain pills can make the problems in the first place. That old
saying: “If it isn’t one thing, it’s another” comes to mind.
On FB lots of folks are showing pretty wreaths and
decorations in various colors. Still think that the sight of a newborn kid (the
goat kind) is about as good a decoration as a person can find. Olga’s daughter
and her husband have little goats all over the place where they live. That has
to be enough to cause smiles for miles!
Maria told me that my hens seem pretty happy. Their rooster
has a tendency to herd them into the coop about the time that the sun is going
down. So far, the girls have delivered a couple of eggs in the baskets sent
with them. Will ask Julian to come get some of this oyster shell to put with
their feed so the shells will be harder and won’t get broken in the nests. Have
never given away all my hens at once, but somehow these girls are special to
me. Just happy that Julian is going to be the one to keep the ice off their
water this winter and not the old woman.
Judie B. was reading a good mystery book the other day when
she was out hauling me around. No bad language and no sketchy acts of immodesty
is a pretty good recommendation for a book. Honestly can’t see why people can’t
just enjoy a good story with realistic thoughts and kindnesses instead of the
garbage usually found in today’s books. Currently reading a series of mysteries
that have no cursing or sex scenes. Imagine that! This series looks at all that
nature and life has to offer as coming from God. It does not have any “preachy”
language, but it does seem to have a good handle on common sense. How can we
live life today without acknowledging the source of all good things? Yes, even
the fog that covers the land or the water that floods the rivers? We just have
to take whatever comes with courage and the attitude that things will improve eventually.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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