The Feast of all Turkeys is now behind us... and from the decor now draped over many homes and down main streets in Morgantown, Christmas must be here? Hmmm, I guess if we're going to get anyone to acknowledge the season of Advent, we need to come up with a keen marketing scheme.
Turkey Day:
Spent Turkey Day Eve chopping, mincing, boiling, and roasting. Dropped off to bed around 1am.
6:45am wake up call from our Tony.... and back to the kitchen. I'd promised the feast would arrive at hospital around noon. Being true to myself, and never on time, I phoned our MaryKay (charge nurse 9West) and informed her dinner would probably arrive around 1pm. At 1pm I called again and told her to have Dave meet me at front door of hospital at 1:15am sharp, and look for a very haggard woman in sweat pants, messy white TShirt, and tossed hair. :c)
Arrived at hospital and unloaded allllll the dishes. Dave was ready and waiting. I asked him to have Tony brought up to 9th floor while I went home to shower, and to make sure everyone saved him some lamb and potatoes. Raced home, showered, painted on my happy face, dressed and headed back to hospital finding a room full of one big happy family, including our Tony sitting at head of table......, laughing, smiling, and noshing on the veritable smorgasbord of mouth watering delights. SUCCESS! Adding to the success was a visit by Britt and her hubby, Hillar. Britt made a wonderful stuffing, and Hillar snuck in a small flask of single malt for Tony. (shhhhh, don't tell) MaryKay had made a mouth watering dessert, as well as one of the other nurses.
Stupid me brought my camera and promptly forgot to get a picture to share with you all. Much to my surprise, Tony's rutabaga and turnip mash was a great hit. Most of the staff had never tried much of what I'd prepared, so it was a treat to see them enjoying something new and exciting. Our Dr. Michael was there, although I don't think it was his day to work. So glad he was able to make it, as our biggest THANK YOU of all is for him. Dr. C has gone well above and beyond the call of duty keeping our Tony alive and well!
During much of the time spent in the kitchen (which I do enjoy), I reflected upon my occasional rantings of late. Could it be that when a caretaker is faced with watching their loved one struggle horridly, for days and days..... with every moment dragging on like hours, then caretaker is asked to do the unthinkable, "get the family here"....... Is it possible that such an event in a caretaker's life would be considered an emotional TRAUMA? If yes, then maybe when loved one is on the mend, caretaker's body and mind can relax just enough to melt down..... and experience Post Traumatic responses? Just curious.....
As for me, I think I may have sinus infection (if that's what it was) on its way out. Woke up Friday morning completely buggered (as the Brits would say), thus sleep was called for. Planned to go visit Tony by early afternoon, but was side tracked by his request to stop at Barnes and Noble to find him a particular book. So, I bundled up a bit and began my journey to Univ. Towne Center. 3 blocks from house, as I was turning a corner, car decided to conk out.... refusing to start again! OY! I rolled her back to a grassy spot and left her, then walked home. (any wonder my lower back is killing me?) Grabbed keys to other Jeep, started her up (crossing my fingers and toes, since she'd not been driven in a couple of months), and then noticed that a tire or two was rather low. Four gas stations later, and I finally had the tires filled! Hrumph
Made it to Barnes and Noble only to find they had ONE copy of requested book, and of course, it was not where it was supposed to be, so the hunt was on. Just as we were to the point of giving up, VOILA! Mission accomplished, so Grabbed aFrappuccino and headed for hospital.
SNU Update:
Tony's doing well in the Skilled Nursing Unit. The tubes were cut shorter yesterday, and he gets stronger by the hour. Every specialist who visits remarks at how well he's doing, and how strong he is, considering what he's been through. We give thanks for Tony obviously inheriting the iron will of his mum and dad, with a heavy dose of Thanks be to God!
Tony's spirits are up, and we highly suspect he could be home within a few days. I left around 8pm with him nodding in and out. On my way home, I decided to stop by my crippled car (still loaded with Thanksgiving feast foods) to see if it would start. Sure enough... it started. Now what... It was freezing cold out, and I had two cars running, 3 blocks from home! Ah, well..... why do today what you can put off till tomorrow, right! So, Jeep #1 is parked awaiting my arrival on foot to bring her home.
15 degrees this morning.... Brrrrrrrrr! Lower back is killing me, and pups are heavily concentrated on finding our little grey visitors that scurry around in the walls of the basement. Must go to store today and get humane traps! I think the population of grey furry critters must be up this year, thanks to the demolition of their home in the marsh.
Must admit I have an evil grin on my face today. Morgantown is in the process of being invaded again by the feetsball fanatics. They began arriving yesterday, filling the parking lots within 1/2 mile of the stadium. I can't imagine the temperature will be much above 20 degrees today..... the hoards of fans in blue and gold will turn intoPopsicles before the day is out, I would imagine. Plan to take my camera to hopefully get some pics to share with you all. THE MADNESS OFMORGANTOWN. :c)
Must see to back pain....sigh..... and head to hospital before parking lots are closed off to hospital visitors. Have a great weekend y'all.
Turkey Day:
Spent Turkey Day Eve chopping, mincing, boiling, and roasting. Dropped off to bed around 1am.
6:45am wake up call from our Tony.... and back to the kitchen. I'd promised the feast would arrive at hospital around noon. Being true to myself, and never on time, I phoned our MaryKay (charge nurse 9West) and informed her dinner would probably arrive around 1pm. At 1pm I called again and told her to have Dave meet me at front door of hospital at 1:15am sharp, and look for a very haggard woman in sweat pants, messy white TShirt, and tossed hair. :c)
Arrived at hospital and unloaded allllll the dishes. Dave was ready and waiting. I asked him to have Tony brought up to 9th floor while I went home to shower, and to make sure everyone saved him some lamb and potatoes. Raced home, showered, painted on my happy face, dressed and headed back to hospital finding a room full of one big happy family, including our Tony sitting at head of table......, laughing, smiling, and noshing on the veritable smorgasbord of mouth watering delights. SUCCESS! Adding to the success was a visit by Britt and her hubby, Hillar. Britt made a wonderful stuffing, and Hillar snuck in a small flask of single malt for Tony. (shhhhh, don't tell) MaryKay had made a mouth watering dessert, as well as one of the other nurses.
Stupid me brought my camera and promptly forgot to get a picture to share with you all. Much to my surprise, Tony's rutabaga and turnip mash was a great hit. Most of the staff had never tried much of what I'd prepared, so it was a treat to see them enjoying something new and exciting. Our Dr. Michael was there, although I don't think it was his day to work. So glad he was able to make it, as our biggest THANK YOU of all is for him. Dr. C has gone well above and beyond the call of duty keeping our Tony alive and well!
During much of the time spent in the kitchen (which I do enjoy), I reflected upon my occasional rantings of late. Could it be that when a caretaker is faced with watching their loved one struggle horridly, for days and days..... with every moment dragging on like hours, then caretaker is asked to do the unthinkable, "get the family here"....... Is it possible that such an event in a caretaker's life would be considered an emotional TRAUMA? If yes, then maybe when loved one is on the mend, caretaker's body and mind can relax just enough to melt down..... and experience Post Traumatic responses? Just curious.....
As for me, I think I may have sinus infection (if that's what it was) on its way out. Woke up Friday morning completely buggered (as the Brits would say), thus sleep was called for. Planned to go visit Tony by early afternoon, but was side tracked by his request to stop at Barnes and Noble to find him a particular book. So, I bundled up a bit and began my journey to Univ. Towne Center. 3 blocks from house, as I was turning a corner, car decided to conk out.... refusing to start again! OY! I rolled her back to a grassy spot and left her, then walked home. (any wonder my lower back is killing me?) Grabbed keys to other Jeep, started her up (crossing my fingers and toes, since she'd not been driven in a couple of months), and then noticed that a tire or two was rather low. Four gas stations later, and I finally had the tires filled! Hrumph
Side Note: If you'd like to join me, I'm now officially boycotting (for the time being) the Dairy Mart on Univ. Ave. I put 75 cents in the air machine to fill up my tire. No good. Machine did not work. Went inside to inquire about getting my money back and was told curtly, "there's a number on the machine". The attendant was clearly not wanting to be bothered, and was extremely rude. It's one thing to PAY for air, it's another to be rudely treated by a gas station attendant! Hrumph!
Made it to Barnes and Noble only to find they had ONE copy of requested book, and of course, it was not where it was supposed to be, so the hunt was on. Just as we were to the point of giving up, VOILA! Mission accomplished, so Grabbed aFrappuccino and headed for hospital.
SNU Update:
Tony's doing well in the Skilled Nursing Unit. The tubes were cut shorter yesterday, and he gets stronger by the hour. Every specialist who visits remarks at how well he's doing, and how strong he is, considering what he's been through. We give thanks for Tony obviously inheriting the iron will of his mum and dad, with a heavy dose of Thanks be to God!
Tony's spirits are up, and we highly suspect he could be home within a few days. I left around 8pm with him nodding in and out. On my way home, I decided to stop by my crippled car (still loaded with Thanksgiving feast foods) to see if it would start. Sure enough... it started. Now what... It was freezing cold out, and I had two cars running, 3 blocks from home! Ah, well..... why do today what you can put off till tomorrow, right! So, Jeep #1 is parked awaiting my arrival on foot to bring her home.
15 degrees this morning.... Brrrrrrrrr! Lower back is killing me, and pups are heavily concentrated on finding our little grey visitors that scurry around in the walls of the basement. Must go to store today and get humane traps! I think the population of grey furry critters must be up this year, thanks to the demolition of their home in the marsh.
Must admit I have an evil grin on my face today. Morgantown is in the process of being invaded again by the feetsball fanatics. They began arriving yesterday, filling the parking lots within 1/2 mile of the stadium. I can't imagine the temperature will be much above 20 degrees today..... the hoards of fans in blue and gold will turn intoPopsicles before the day is out, I would imagine. Plan to take my camera to hopefully get some pics to share with you all. THE MADNESS OFMORGANTOWN. :c)
Must see to back pain....sigh..... and head to hospital before parking lots are closed off to hospital visitors. Have a great weekend y'all.
