Updates and what not…
Entry 10/23/2014 06:01:47 AM – Mentat 770
So last night was the first night since I’ve been here that I had to shut the windows in the house. I think it’s safe now to open a couple of windows as last night there was a hell of a lot of wind and rain. Surprisingly also there was thunder & lightning. It’s been a long while since we’ve had thunderstorms in the autumn. And… Opening the windows right now, there’s still a hell of a lot of wind out there. Sure it comes and it goes, but when it’s here it’s pretty damned gusty. Hopefully it won’t be raining as it was last night and through the morning. Because I don’t want to have to rush over here to shut the windows again.
I talked with my mother last night as she got home a bit later than I expected and during my usual exercise routine — namely the 2 mile (3.21 km) walk. I saw the lights on in the house and no car in the driveway so I ventured up to make sure it wasn’t as worse as my imagination can be. She was there, hobbling around the house. She told me that the PICC line was removed and the clot that they found during yesterday’s visits and to the hospital were the cause of the clotting around the area of the PICC line in her arm…
She said she was fine and that tomorrow (today) I need to be over at around 8 AM so that we can get around to doing my favorite part of her fall cleaning spree: ironing and hanging up the curtains around the house. Yay…. fun times and all that. At least I did the vacuuming yesterday while she was at her first appointment. So that’s pretty much out of the way. Well, until the Monster Child sheds himself another Chihuahua… Or my mother sees a rogue lint ball rolling around the house and she thinks the whole house is positively filthy. Whichever comes first.
[Last Edited: 10/23/2014 10:05:07 AM]
Getting over here for 8 in the morning and according to what she’s telling me, the punch biopsy (at least that’s what she calls it) that they were supposed to do to determine the mass in her right breast has been canceled because she’s currently on some sort of oral immunosuppressant that will interfere with the biopsy results. So right now she’s woken up and going through the various calls to doctors, clinics and hospitals that she has appointments with to cancel and reschedule… Heh, the funny part of this is that this is absolutely normal on my mother’s side of the family. Routine doctor’s appointments until retirement and then it’s the metric shit-tons of them shortly after that for the gaggle of problems that crop up for being old. And yes, this is something I definitely look forward to. Joys, eh?
At least the good thing is that I don’t have to worry about starting the fall curtain change. That’s going to wait until the weather and the wind calm down. After all, it’s more than a little difficult to be cleaning the windows while we have strong gusts and the occasional rains. And given that the NOAA reports severe wind advisories through to 11 PM, it looks like it’s going to be here for a while even if looking out the window at the moment it seems relatively calm.
Heh, sitting here at the moment she really hasn’t stopped. The biopsy appointment got rescheduled again for the morning tomorrow (at a slightly respectable time) which means she’ll be there for a couple of hours. Though during it her husband began working her nerves with his anger. Of course the reason for his anger is because the man’s having problems processing all this scares with the blood clot, the endless batteries of visits and runs to the hospital, the scare of the biopsy and the possibility the mass might be malignant.
In a way I’ve been fortunate. On the one side I’ve spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals when I was a child and again later on after the car accident that such visits don’t always end in terrible news and worst case scenarios. More often times than naught, the doctors and staff often approach things with the attitude of a worst case while trying to prove there’s nothing to worry about. On the other side, having spent so much time in the mid-80s through mid-90s and watching so many of my friends and supporting friends with their lovers in the hospitals succumbing to complications to AIDS I’ve learned to simply accept and support with compassion, understanding and sometimes even just listening. After all, what’s the point of anger, rage or frustration? It’s not going to change the inevitability of the situation. I believe that’s the closest to Divine Apathy that I can come.
So I reaffirmed with her the reason for his anger and frustration and told her I could have a word with him about this anger issue of this… Of course, she vehemently forbade knowing that my words would be more forceful than she would want. And they would be rather forceful because of the unfinished business from almost a month ago. But I’ll abide for a while longer as the rancor’s not bad — and I’ve found that I don’t obsess about it half as much as I might have more than 18 months ago.
And that’s about it for the time being. I decided on posting this because of the potential for bomb dropping from yesterday’s entry. Off to take care of things with my mother and getting the Monster Child for the morning walk. Until the next time.