Welcome back to you and me
It's been a very long time since I wrote last and yet when I read Grandpa's jokes again, I can still hear them in my head, including the chuckle at the end of each joke. His voice was heard a week ago still, but now it is silenced, except in our memories. He died on Jan. 8 and selfishly we wanted him here for ever, but could not keep him. He would not have been able to ever live long enough for us to finally not miss him. The funeral will be on Jan. 17.
And me? Well, by now I think everyone that reads this blog also knows quite a lot about my heriated disk, so I won't go into those details very much. You'll have to comment on the blog or to me personally if you need more info. So the Surgery is Feb. 9 at the Royal Columbian Hospital in New West. Before that happens I go to a Pre-admission clinic which takes 2-3 hours at the Hospital where they take blood tests and give me a clear(er) picture of what I can expect. That happens on Jan. 30 at 8am. I pity the person that has to take me in for that. We'll join the crazy commute crowd (CCC) that day. At this point I'm more concerned about going to detox from the several months of morphine use. Apparantly the doctor is quite amazed at the high dose my body can handle, not having been a "user" (until now). Even the pharmacist looked at the big bottle of 'the stuff' and said,"You must be in a lot of pain!" "Not anymore," I thought. "Apparantly," I said.
My routine these days is quite simple. I get up about 9am (maybe I'm just on holiday and didn't know it), and take all my pills (no, I guess I'm not on holiday). At 12:30-1:30 Julia comes for lunch, and it's naptime until 4:00. I can watch all the Oprah I ever wanted to see, yay (it's disappointing most of the time) and all the design shows which has inspired me to make a new list for Henry: 1. a new fireplace surround with bookshelves in the livingroom
2. break out one outside wall of the bedroom to create a bigger bedroom, but that means: 3. rip out the bathroom-maybe a new bathtub, and knock out that outside wall to create a bigger bathroom, while we're (he's) at it.
Those are the ones he knows about. I'll have to ease him into the rest of my list when the time is right.
Oh yes, the routine: It's supper and tonight Henry brought home sushi. We get that urge quite often since we visited Japan. By 9pm it's time for meds again and bedtime. I sleep well now that the hallucinations and nightmares have stopped. I still find myself talking outloud to something/someone in my dream to rescue whatever needs to be released by my input and it has to be outloud or it isn't enough to help "it" get "unstuck". I feel so stupid, knowing I've said something outloud, quietly. Of course, then I am awake and it's all gone anyway. I know it's all drug related so I'm not worried about me going "nuts" just yet. At least they haven't told me that I am-what if I am???......
Stay tuned. Let me know if you've been here. I'd love to know who reads/cares/prays for me.
And me? Well, by now I think everyone that reads this blog also knows quite a lot about my heriated disk, so I won't go into those details very much. You'll have to comment on the blog or to me personally if you need more info. So the Surgery is Feb. 9 at the Royal Columbian Hospital in New West. Before that happens I go to a Pre-admission clinic which takes 2-3 hours at the Hospital where they take blood tests and give me a clear(er) picture of what I can expect. That happens on Jan. 30 at 8am. I pity the person that has to take me in for that. We'll join the crazy commute crowd (CCC) that day. At this point I'm more concerned about going to detox from the several months of morphine use. Apparantly the doctor is quite amazed at the high dose my body can handle, not having been a "user" (until now). Even the pharmacist looked at the big bottle of 'the stuff' and said,"You must be in a lot of pain!" "Not anymore," I thought. "Apparantly," I said.
My routine these days is quite simple. I get up about 9am (maybe I'm just on holiday and didn't know it), and take all my pills (no, I guess I'm not on holiday). At 12:30-1:30 Julia comes for lunch, and it's naptime until 4:00. I can watch all the Oprah I ever wanted to see, yay (it's disappointing most of the time) and all the design shows which has inspired me to make a new list for Henry: 1. a new fireplace surround with bookshelves in the livingroom
2. break out one outside wall of the bedroom to create a bigger bedroom, but that means: 3. rip out the bathroom-maybe a new bathtub, and knock out that outside wall to create a bigger bathroom, while we're (he's) at it.
Those are the ones he knows about. I'll have to ease him into the rest of my list when the time is right.
Oh yes, the routine: It's supper and tonight Henry brought home sushi. We get that urge quite often since we visited Japan. By 9pm it's time for meds again and bedtime. I sleep well now that the hallucinations and nightmares have stopped. I still find myself talking outloud to something/someone in my dream to rescue whatever needs to be released by my input and it has to be outloud or it isn't enough to help "it" get "unstuck". I feel so stupid, knowing I've said something outloud, quietly. Of course, then I am awake and it's all gone anyway. I know it's all drug related so I'm not worried about me going "nuts" just yet. At least they haven't told me that I am-what if I am???......
Stay tuned. Let me know if you've been here. I'd love to know who reads/cares/prays for me.
posted by Naomi at 8:40 PM
2 Comments:
Hey mom,
I was here. But, I supose I knew most of that before reading your blog anyways.. I love the way you write though, I can always hear your "voice"
See ya tomorrow at lunch
I was here too. I'm glad you are getting closer to THE BIG DAY. I can't wait to see you dancing again!
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