Wednesday, July 19, 2017

I Need To Start This Blog Again!


Yep! I know how to start-over. I live my life like that. It's maybe like goal setting. I rethink what I need to do ponder it a bit, day dream (constructively) or really dream about it and think,"I've got to do this, time is flying by!" 




These 'starts' or arrows that pass through my brain include finding time to do a sewing project or studying, exercise, and more prayer. So today, I looked at the gopher holes in the dirt and thought about poisoning golphers for a new replant of our lawns. I go to sleep planning stuff like this and in the morning think, "Eh, too early. I'll do this all in a week or two. This is still a drought?  I don't know, but our water bill doubled.

The last couple of days my mind's been on starting my blog again. Nope, no dogs for sale...  but can give great references. My intention is to just start. I've kept my journal going still this whole time even through the passing of my mother. 

My over-thinking (bad habit) had been about our trip to the East Coast and I believe that normal people can't wait and they're filled with excitement. Then there's me. Every time I've traveled in the past say, seven years. I've gotten sick and either in the hospital or I come home and the next day I'm in the hospital. My goal is to stay healthy.

It's a dehydration problem. I lose electrolytes quickly I do take them and for some reason I'm absorbing only water. It really boils down to my thyroid acting-up. I think I'm learning how to beat this. If I end up in ER and then get a room, it seems like forever. 

My own hospital in town had a detox gang guy getting loose and walking and hiding through all the rooms at night and then all day cussing and yelling at everyone. A ninety-nine great grandfather that unfortunately had no hearing at all; gathered his family to say goodbye and it took days. Yes, he died two days after I left. He yelled trying to say goodbye. My neighbor in the room ahead of me died. That awful alarm noice I've only heard in movies or TV with the announcement: "Code Blue." I never knew who died. I suppose the most unusual for me was the naked lady that was too hot and walked the halls. It was warm in there, for sure. The hospital was an incredibly sad place.


Three Ring Circus

Though all of this, my meds were being changed, as usual. My heart rate was being stabilized, but my allergies started-up with me and I was covered in hives. The nutritionist didn't know I was allergic to seasonings, coloring, even pepper. I should have just told her "What part of absolutely everything that I'm allergic to is brought to me that you don't understand?" I felt bad that I even thought that, because she said there was a communication problem. I'm glad I held in my anger and held my hurtful words. I think most people in the hospital feel yucky and grouchy. Hives are a new level of discomfort, but I've learned how to manage. What I didn't like was that I couldn't have meds for hives. I just took the "No, you can't" I kept thinking that I'll be out soon. So, I looked for the deer outside my beautiful window, the puffy clouds, our green mountain ranges and hoped for sleep. Maybe this was a bad week, or I was dreaming it was an episode of a crazy TV series. All of my floor area was sad. Was I part of the circus? I wondered if I talked in my sleep, I did! The blood pressure guy started laughing when I asked him if I spoke in my sleep? I do that a lot at home when I'm really tired.

My other hospital visits haven't been so memorable because I'm ignoring them all. Trying to forget all, but not forgetting the day when Gunnar my grandson was born. Six months ago exactly. Oh yes, I did it again! I had to be in hospitalized for dehydration and Afib. My daughter had Gunnar and I was in the ER. Not really bad. I had a wonderful doctor and I was allowed to hold my grandson for 20 minutes. That's great, right?

6 Months Today



I hate ruining our regular trips. I do! I'm packing tomorrow and maybe I can get advice on staying hydrated in the most humid area of the country. I'm not used to that. I have a direct line to help me. This has been a long series of learning experiences. Our bodies are such miracles! How could anyone deny the existence of God?

I'm very, very grateful to caregivers and what they must go through day after day. I'm thankful for getting so much healthier and for my life and here with my family. 

My most important calling along with Visiting Teaching (Oh, I love the sisters that I have been blessed to serve)  is my calling to gather the history of Relief Society on the Central Coast and our own ward in particular. It includes the history of the church here. I didn't write it, but faithful members like my mother-in-law and her closest friend, the pioneers of the area. This is my calling officially along with the ward website and calendar. I need more time! And I'm very blessed to be to be able beat these obstacles and I can accomplish a start of this important record along with my own genealogy.

So! This is the more proactive me. Stay-outta' jail (hospital) "free card". Instead of packing lots of clothes. I'm going to concentrate on electrolytes. My contents of my bags are going to be weird if they're x-rayed. At least it's not my hamster. I did that in 1971 and the airline guy at the podium asked to see in my purse and I showed him. "Hermie" with shavings everywhere in the bottom of a zipped, straw purse. He said that he didn't want to see "that" again so get on the flight. And I did.

Me, Before I Thought Exactly
 What I Was Taking This Time ⬇️



Monday, February 13, 2017

New Post. The News From Here

We aren't having puppies. If I haven't responded to your emails lately, I'm so sorry. I'm hearing our male dog, Duelly... crying again and it's been constant for a couple weeks. Darby was his best friend and my husband hasn't been able to fill the void left by Darby's death.

It has been exceptionally colder this year and Darby seemed slower except, when she was in with the goats and sheep. Darby loved herding! I looked forward to having her here with me and milking this Spring.

Darby seemed to tuck her legs in like she was cold a couple months ago. Once in awhile she wanted to stay inside until the afternoon and she'd hobble-up on the porch to see the grandchildren. My daughter noticed she didn't want to walk and was shivering. It was a normal day and not less than 70•. I panicked!

 My Steve, my daughter, and I went up to the vet's I held her in my arms. All the way, I held her tightly knowing it was the last time. I couldn't go in. The dog, my daughter, and my husband returned. It was only arthritis and she'd be herself with her medication morning and night.

Darby was herself and played, fetched everything, growled at Duelly to be gentle each time he was to close her. A few weeks went by with her medication and then, she couldn't uncurl herself, and we all knew she hurt. Darby couldn't eat or drink and I this time I knew this was it. Steve and Kiely took her back to the vet and Steve took Darby into see her doctor. Steve said she wasn't afraid, was relaxed and my husband said she went away slowly while he held her.

My daughter in Colorado is breeding stumpy Red and Blue Queenslands. She sent a note to me saying she would give me the first of her stumpy puppies. I'm not ready. PeeWee is getting a lot of attention.

Our Duelly, is even sadder than I am. Of course, we all know dogs die before we do and we mourn their passing. There's a huge reason that this isn't nearly like any other dog that has died in our care. Someday I may blog about it. Nothing really odd, just gratefulness for her and more. Miss you so much and can't believe you're gone, Darby Dog.


Happy Day