is that i could watch the shutdown travesty unfold round the clock. and i have.
i'm back, sorta.
well, i'm still in hospital - been here since monday. tried to get message out but phone is not working in here - messages don't send. calls, intermittent.
the peace and quiet (aside from cspan) has been good.
on top of everything else - getting home is getting to be a big fucking deal. getting my stuff out of 88 yr old woman's house and back to mine has been complicated - to the point i'm ready to leave hospital and go move sh*t myself tomorrow - i NEED my effin' jewelry - if i don't make up for lost time, i lose much more than my sanity.
i missed you folks.
almost dying will do that to ya.
below the fold is the whine - you don't have to read if you're not in the mood - i'm needing to vent as much as i dare at the moment.
okay - here's wtf happened.
the elderly woman i moved in with to help (because she was afraid to be alone, she said when she friggin BEGGED me to move in) - was very sick. undiagnosed uti - over medicated and taking a ton of meds that were having negative interactions. her blood pressure was hovering between high 170s and 190s (think stroke time).
the day after i moved in, she was confused, dizzy, incoherent - i called my friend and her daughter and said - urgent care or e.r. - but tomorrow! no excuses. the next two weeks involved finding her 40 yr old bed with lumpy mattress cover was killing her very scoliatic back, she was nauseaus and taking prescreption meds for nausea - then taking meds for dizziness (caused by nausea meds) and xanax and percoced and ambien and hi blood pressure meds (too little), antibiotics FINALLY prescribed for uti and more.
insisted she take bp every few hours, did chart, sent to dr and he corrected her meds down to 135 - 145.
got her healthy then she turned. decided i was staying "out too later" for a sigle woman (wasn't in by 8pm nightly). then got nasty and finally sweetly told me she wanted to live alone and to move.
NOT a problem - i was SOOO ready after spending two months getting her healthy and NOT doing my own work. . . except...
the next morning at 6:30 am, had MAJOR gall bladder attack. so bad, ended up at the e.r. - wasn't sure if heart attack or gall bladder. was fairly sure it was the organ i'd ever thought about before in my entire life.
the e.r. doc had me an appt withn the hr with a gall bladder surgeon - and less than 48 hrs later, i was on the table. day surgery. was an easy surgery.
so, out it came and at the end of day, i peed and they sent me back to the old woman's house. dtr had asked me to wait until jan 1 due to the fact they would have to pay someone a minimum of $3k a month to stay with mom due to fact she couldn't stay alone at night and i was staying for free.
i figured i'd recover - then work with them to find someone. and move my sh*t home. ha! every day, the woman paid someone to stay over and spent the entire time on phone or talking to woman grousing about how i "stayed out late" every night. now i'm the most boring person in the world - i am either taking care of my pony, taking care of friends in trouble OR (one a month) going to large animal evac meeting (volunteer to rescue horses in danger of fire, earthquake, etc) - yeah, i'm a real "party girl".
by monday, i was ready for the doc followup to get the hay out... problem was my appt was tues and i showed up monday. when i found out, told the doc's secretary that they had a choice for me - urgent care OR the e.r. - they sent me to e.r. and they immediately put in catheter - i filled two liters immediately and within an hour, dumped another two liters and another 4 liters in less than a day. urine backed up into kidneys, kidneys showed markers for damage - so i was on iv of saline - constantly for two days and had bright pink uring from overstretching bladder and the blood vessels tearing loose.
by now, i KNOW i am not returning to the house where i was "helping" everybody but myself... the problem was - all my stuff i need to survive was there - ALL my jewelry supplies and findings and completed orders - my tv (for cspan) - you know, the essentials!
so, i'm trying to coordinate with dtr to get stuff back into my own place instead of scattered all over effin' world.
add to this, the barn has no idea why i've not been over to pay more on sani's board. how do you spell s... h... i... t...?
okay - sani's meds, i've got covered, his food, covered. i've got two weeks to get everyting together because i have to go to n.c. on the 25th to meet with my lawyer for stage two - oh, yeah, that side of my "simple life".
that, all i will say for the moment, is going in the right direction. the caveat is filed, my sister served - her attempt to force the sale of mom's house went to court on the first with my lawyer in the courtroom - we agreed to the sale PROVIDED that all funds will be put in the estate until the caveat is resolved so my sister can't strip out money from the house (as she was trying) AND i will go over to see the home of my youth and privately say goodbye to mom and dad and see if there is anything left that belonged to my parents. then the legal wars begin... but my lawyer was very pleased, as was i, when the day ended... SOON, my life will return to being my own.
but, for the minute, i'm still screwed, financially. fortunately, i've a good lawyer who is working with me to set things right - and, unfortunately, for my sister, he, too, believes in honor.
you know your life sucks when a three day stay in the hospital appears like a mini vacation!
oh, yeah - then, the young e.r. doc who tried to discharge me today without even physically examining me or informing me of what was going on in MY body learned never, never, never mess with a horsewoman! i threw him OUT of my room after telling him i was NOT leaving today because i was told i would be discharged tomorrow (and why) and that going back "home" was not an option on no notice because my friends waited to move my sh*t (thank you, george carlin, i LOVE your definition!).
after i told him to send another doc, he actually had the temerity to threaten me with being billed if i didn't leave when he discharged me - i smiled and asked for the kaiser grievance form, his very nice associate brought it, i called medicare and actually can stay til THEY tell me the appeal is rejected - another 2-3 days, BUT i want out of here!. then i called the kaiser hospital patient relations line and told them to send me a new doc. needless to say, the original doc isn't my doc any more - then i asked for social services, explained the situation to both her, my surgeon and told them my hope was to make the doc a BETTER doc, when all was said and done. medicare works. i'm glad i survived long enough to use it!
so, my stuff is half returned, the rest on it's way back - and i'm going to be working wittle fingers off tomorrow (uh, yeah, at some point, i need to get back to physical therapy on my... dur... fingers!
BUT, for a week, i get to wear a catheter, then, i get to retrain my bladder to behave on command (hrummpf - sit up, roll over, bark?) then i'm back to normal.
the hospital corrider is interesting. one patient just had hip replacement and keeps forgetting he is in hospital - partially deaf, so his "call button" is his voice. fortunately, got to talk to his lovely wife today and let her know kaiser now has an acupunctue dept that might help him. twice now, at 2:30 in the morning, poor guy rolled over and yelped. told the nurses who were with him at the time they needed to check the morgue in the basement cuz i was SURE he woke the residents up! - so i got to watch the replay of cspan and bonehead whining.
in the meantime, I'M fine!
oh, forgot, i think my phone is broken... silence is golden.... most of the time - it's like having my phone screen my calls for me! ;)
okay... enjoy george!
OH! OH! OH! OH! i forgot the BEST news of all!!!!
my friend's sammy girl had PUPPIES!! yes, poppy had four little "seedlings" - and i'm bringing one home! let me be the first to introduce you to "alta's dancin' in the moonlight"
his dad's name is "stolychnya and he believes in living up to dad's name! - at 2 1/2 weeks, here's da BABY!
and here he is just hours old - bet you can't pick him out! ;^)
so, life does get better.... if you wait long enough!