I'm trying to figure out a way to upload it to YouTube so we can embed it here. It really is priceless, or worth the price of admission, or something.
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I'm trying to figure out a way to upload it to YouTube so we can embed it here. It really is priceless, or worth the price of admission, or something.
Heehee, it WAS revolting on New Year's Eve, in every sense of the word! We seem to have struck a temporary truce, after the McDonalds cheeseburger. Let's see if it lasts.
And restricter and Laney, the story of my Dad's passing last year is a synthesis of your shared sadnesses. I had been competing at a horse show on a rainy, nasty Sunday, and I left the show early because I was cold and tired and wet. When I got home my stepmother called to say that she was at the nursing home with my Dad and he wasn't doing so well -- very agitated and distressed, and he had been in a state of decline for weeks. So I changed into dry clothes and told her I'd be there within the hour. As I was getting into my truck -- not twenty minutes later -- my phone rang again, and I saw it was Brenda. I answered with, "I'm on my way, I'll be there soon" to which she replied, "It's too late, he's gone." She went on to describe how he was slipping in and out of consciousness, and was extremely agitated, like he knew what was happening and he was fighting it like a drowning man, struggling to keep his head above water.
I just sat in my truck for a while, kind of dumbstruck, listening to the rain pelt the roof while I tried to make sense of it all.
On the one hand, I am extremely sad that I was not able to get there in time to be there for him and with him at the end, but on the other, I am somewhat grateful that I was not witness to his extreme anxiety about leaving this earth.
There's no way that this is ever an easy thing, and when it's complicated with feelings of "what if" it's even worse. But everyone is right, Laney, it is what it is and you can't change history, and your father didn't love you less for not being there at the end.
I'm just glad you could be with your mom when the news came.
I just sat in my truck for a while, kind of dumbstruck, listening to the rain pelt the roof while I tried to make sense of it all.
On the one hand, I am extremely sad that I was not able to get there in time to be there for him and with him at the end, but on the other, I am somewhat grateful that I was not witness to his extreme anxiety about leaving this earth.
There's no way that this is ever an easy thing, and when it's complicated with feelings of "what if" it's even worse. But everyone is right, Laney, it is what it is and you can't change history, and your father didn't love you less for not being there at the end.
I'm just glad you could be with your mom when the news came.
Was it a lymph node that they are suspicious of? Seems like something would've shown up on his bloodwork if it was lymphoma. Wonder if this might be residual inflammation from his tooth infection. Either way, Taco Bell seems to be the appropriate reward for scaring a big dog into a quivering mess and laying waste to a vet office and maybe a couple of technicians' fingersAll in a day's work for Winkster!
They are suspicious of his kidneys but were also concerned about the nodes. However, they didn't biopsy the nodes. I asked my vet why not and he said they were focusing on the kidneys.
We skipped Taco Bell as Winky hasn't eaten in almost a day. I don't think I could handle Montezuma's revenge a la Winky tonight.
I really don't think it's lymphoma. Seems like wishful thinking on their part so they don't have to deal with his charming personality.
Here I am...
Been a'lurking, but I've been reading (or skimming) for few days.
You guys are killing me with the fast food. How do you tiny little girls do it? Beside the obvious bad-for-youness, the other thing that would possibly kill me would be the "product dependency is likely," aspect of it.
On a more serious note, I'm not glad to see it, but sort of am, that other people don't buy into the hospice is the greatest thing that has ever been invented since there was a new business opportunity presented itself to Medicare. I really hated the entire several day experience we were subjected to for my poor ill mom. Same with my mother-in-law. To you who have had wonderful experiences with hospice, I applaud you and your nurses. For those who feel guilty for their not such great experiences, don't. Anyway, not meaning to jump into this topic with a bum attitude, I apologize.
On a happier note, I am awaitin' for a new-to-me chocolate brown bow sellier box Kelly!!!
Well, dinner time is nigh, so time to feed the dogs and DH.
Been a'lurking, but I've been reading (or skimming) for few days.
You guys are killing me with the fast food. How do you tiny little girls do it? Beside the obvious bad-for-youness, the other thing that would possibly kill me would be the "product dependency is likely," aspect of it.
On a more serious note, I'm not glad to see it, but sort of am, that other people don't buy into the hospice is the greatest thing that has ever been invented since there was a new business opportunity presented itself to Medicare. I really hated the entire several day experience we were subjected to for my poor ill mom. Same with my mother-in-law. To you who have had wonderful experiences with hospice, I applaud you and your nurses. For those who feel guilty for their not such great experiences, don't. Anyway, not meaning to jump into this topic with a bum attitude, I apologize.
On a happier note, I am awaitin' for a new-to-me chocolate brown bow sellier box Kelly!!!
Well, dinner time is nigh, so time to feed the dogs and DH.
And restricter and Laney, the story of my Dad's passing last year is a synthesis of your shared sadnesses. I had been competing at a horse show on a rainy, nasty Sunday, and I left the show early because I was cold and tired and wet. When I got home my stepmother called to say that she was at the nursing home with my Dad and he wasn't doing so well -- very agitated and distressed, and he had been in a state of decline for weeks. So I changed into dry clothes and told her I'd be there within the hour. As I was getting into my truck -- not twenty minutes later -- my phone rang again, and I saw it was Brenda. I answered with, "I'm on my way, I'll be there soon" to which she replied, "It's too late, he's gone." She went on to describe how he was slipping in and out of consciousness, and was extremely agitated, like he knew what was happening and he was fighting it like a drowning man, struggling to keep his head above water.
I just sat in my truck for a while, kind of dumbstruck, listening to the rain pelt the roof while I tried to make sense of it all.
On the one hand, I am extremely sad that I was not able to get there in time to be there for him and with him at the end, but on the other, I am somewhat grateful that I was not witness to his extreme anxiety about leaving this earth.
There's no way that this is ever an easy thing, and when it's complicated with feelings of "what if" it's even worse. But everyone is right, Laney, it is what it is and you can't change history, and your father didn't love you less for not being there at the end.
I'm just glad you could be with your mom when the news came.
Cakey, (((Hugs)))
When my Mom died, my Dad sheltered the kids from it largely. My Dad was with me in DC when we heard from the nursing home that she wasn't thriving. I drove to Florida with my him because I didn't want to have him deal with it alone. We dealt with all the practical issues of dealing with hospice care and the funeral home, etc. I called my siblings and told them it was time to say goodbye to Mom. Then we waited, but she didn't pass for another month. After a couple of weeks I went home because my kids were still relatively young and needed me. My Dad then dealt with it alone. She passed shortly after my Dad left for the evening one night. My Mom had Alzheimers, so it was a blessing when she passed. Her body finally caught up with her mind. I'll never forget the tone of voice when my Dad told me Mom had passed. Words just cannot describe it adequately.
Laney and Cakey, It was a blessing that you were nearby and could be immediate help.
Winky vibes≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
He's a one-eyed pistol.
Woohoo, BBL!!!! Chocolate box Kelly! I promise you that I'm not tiny, probably because of the fast food Seriously, if the healthy places had a drive throughs, I'd be there instead, but they don't. And there must be some chemical that creates product dependency because I can't seem to go through McD's drive through without getting a burger and fries meal, despite the slightly healthier alternatives on the menu.
Seriously, if the healthy places had a drive throughs, I'd be there instead, but they don't. And there must be some chemical that creates product dependency because I can't seem to go through McD's drive through without getting a burger and fries meal, despite the slightly healthier alternatives on the menu.
Woohoo, BBL!!!! Chocolate box Kelly! I promise you that I'm not tiny, probably because of the fast food
Just like the Colonel: "Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ya crave it fortnightly, smartass!"
Name that movie
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