Being called to the principal's office

So, on the assisted living front with my mil in full baying mode life is not so good. Yesterday she interrupted a church service, to let them know all about it. From now on my husband and I will have to wear a disguise if we were ever to go back. Actually, he is down at the facility talking to the administrator of the facility right now. Her doctor has finally gotten around to prescribing something a little stronger than Zanax twice a day and hopefully this will calm her down some. Sheesh! The other residents are complaining about her. She can't go home, but there are a lot of homes out there that are certainly not as nice as this one that costs a fortune every month, and we are trying to figure out what they do for that much money.

I told my husband this is like when the kids were in school and they would do something goofy and we would get the call from the school. She really needs to be in the Alzheimer's ward. It is more expensive, but this just isn't working out. The hospital is keeping my fil again today. I think they are shocked at the level of dementia he has, and they are having other doctors come in to evaluate him. His primary doctor has NO idea how bad it is with him or her, and I'm pretty mad about that. She used to complain how he wouldn't talk to her when she had an appointment, but would look at the computer and give her a prescription. I guess he was practicing medicine by osmosis or something.

The best laid plans and all that stuff...

I didn't get to the jammie day with the tv remote strapped to my hand today, but it was a good day. I went to water aerobics today and it really helps so much to work out in water. It helps to not have the gravity and to be able to do the Hokey Pokey freely. I really like the class and the ladies in there. One little lady just hugged my neck today like she hadn't seen me in a week...oh wait..it has been a week since I've worked out. Too much going on.

Ok...to address how to fall INTO a car. First have your beloved right behind you as you start to enter the car. He is talking and blabbing and I'm not paying attention. I got my left foot caught between the seat and the opening where the door sits when it is closed. Thank goodness he didn't close the thing on me. The way my foot was wedged in that small space caused me to twist it and unknowingly many other parts of my body. So, that is how I fell into the car. The car doesn't have the same weightless qualities of the pool. It wasn't pretty and I was in a pretty good snit over it all. Hubby said that somehow he felt it was all his fault. Bless his sweet heart. Little nerd...I love him.

He had a fun day taking his parents on an outing to get tested for TB. They cannot enter the assisted living home without a clear reading. He finally got them into the car and out to the hospital where their lab is located. He said there was a little old man who suddenly started shouting about "Where is my wheelchair!!!" He was most excited about its disappearance. My hubby looked and the chair had rolled all the way down a very long entry drive, turned a corner and had finally come to rest WAY the heck down the hill. My husband thinks it was the man's wife's wheelchair, but we don't know. A good Samaritan caught it and brought it back up to them. Meanwhile my husband was getting his mom into a wheelchair, he didn't lose his mother down the hill, to take her to the lab. He gave his mother's walker to his dad to help him walk without falling to get to the lab. I know he was needing a beer about this time of this fresh dose of existential hell involving many old people, but he persevered and got the test. It took about 3 hours with all the transfers and driving back and forth and about 2 minutes to get the test. He was tired and hungry when he got back home.

I was going to tell you about the "flying" trip to Coldwater Creek to return stuff and buy stuff, because the coupon was going to expire today! I couldn't let that happen....and I was going to tell you what a great performance Garrison Keillor put on tonight at UTA university. But I'll work on that tomorrow. Suffice it to say, that hubby might need a pj day, too. I invited him to my aerobics class next Wednesday. They are having a contest and bringing someone in would get me a point. :D I dug in my gym bag today to find that Silver Sneaker card to get them to sign that baby, too today! That will get me a FREE silver sneaker T shirt. OMG....I've been up too long I think.

This is turning into an epic saga, but here we go again

For those of you who are still with me and my husband and his parent's endless saga it just keeps on getting better and better. aie aie aie I told someone yesterday that it had been too quiet from that part of Fort Worth, like when the kids get too quiet. Most of you will know what that means.

And so it was born out that while we rested for a day one of them took all the pills out of the medicine thing...the one with Sunday through Saturday AM and PM for both of them and sorted them into piles of the same color and put them in the box separated into colors. My husband, I'm sure after nearly having a stroke on his part, sort of got on them a little about it all. He came home all freaked out and called the attorney to get the power of attorney over their health care, so we will be able to put them into an assisted living facility...there went the boat he wanted.

I had noticed the virus scan I use was on the brink of going kerplunk on us so I had to get out pretty early to buy a new one. While I was gone my husband talked to his parents' doc's aide and got some information. Tonight the nurse who was sent out to check on my fil's health called to say he is in very poor condition. DUH...we have been begging for something for him. She also counseled my husband to call adult protective services to be on record that we are doing all we can given our limitations with what we can do. We have hired the lady to come in and clean and be a companion to them, my mil has the home health aide who helps her, and now there will be another nurse to help him get a bath and such. I told my husband to maybe talk with the attorney about that before rattling their cage. One never knows when they might throw us in the clink for not doing more. My husband is an only child...so am I, but I have three half sibs, and someone told me if a person is close enough to give you a kidney they are full kin. And ya know...he is right.

My husband told me his dad doesn't have any sores or anything wrong with his skin. I don't go there with my fil...eww, I don't mind helping my mil, but not my husband's dad. The lady who helps my mil get a bath started the water running for him to bathe, but after a while he came out saying he didn't feel well and just wanted to go back to bed. I think, and so does my hubby, that he may be afraid he will fall. There is a shower seat and there are hand rails around the tub, but it may just scare him too much. My husband isn't into talking much and getting people to open up to him. That may be a life skill he has to learn in a big hurry. He will wish he had when his dad is gone, because his father is a really neat guy. His mother, too, just not quite so much. I was glad to have had the time with my father for the 13 years I helped out with him at the nursing home. We developed a good relationship and it wasn't too late. We shared and told the secrets we had never told each other, but it was ok...none were great big.

Yesterday (Tuesday), I felt well enough to get out and plant the last of the plants I'd bought recently and they look really nice. I love getting a great deal on a plant that will come back. I'll try to get some pictures up very soon. I just haven't had time to get time to fool with them. I love sweet potato vine but it will go when it gets cold...long time yet though. It covers a lot of sins and protects some of the plants I got in the wrong places...too much sun.

Oh yes....to top off everything today after going to Arlington to get the antivirus software, I was tooling down the interstate on my way home in my car with my tres cool cd up loud and me singing along and I heard the most God awful noise. I nearly had a runaway thinking the car was going to blow up or something. I pulled over to the shoulder, turned on the hazard lights and started to call my husband to come help me. That is when I remembered that my daughter had changed the ring tone on my cell phone...I heard it that time for sure! It was my sister calling to tell me my sister in law's father had just died. I think maybe I should have forwarded on more of those "If you love Jesus..." emails cuz this just ain't no fun.

And to be a total bundle of joy and sunshine even Garrison Keillor had a mild stroke today. I would so hate it if he couldn't do the "Prairie Home Companion" radio show. I was thinking about that the other day when I watched the movie again. My husband and I have listened to that wonderful show presented by Powdermilk Biscuits for practically since it started...in fits and bursts, but it is like coming home to family when we remember to turn the radio on while I'm cooking Saturday dinner.

PS-Dooce is going to be on The Bonnie Hunt show tomorrow, Thursday, to show one of those Kardashian girls how to change a diaper. That should be so freakin' funny. *rolling my eyes* Sometime just drop by her blog. She is a character. I have my tivo set up...because Lord knows what the 'morrow will bring.