Cirrus of Bloom
Jun. 19th, 2018 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIt's been a wonderful and terrible ten days. There's no way I can summarize it all tonight, but the longer I wait to post, the more there is to add. The wonderful part: seeing Tron, the Lumberjack, the Nipper, and Raptor for several days. They cleaned out our storage unit--a task that involved both physical and emotional work for them, since it contained many items that were either theirs or mementos of their past. They cleverly assigned old Dad and Mom to watch Raptor while they worked, thus preventing us from showing up to attempt heavy lifting in either category. They basically finished the job in just one day! The following day, Tron took the Nipper to the mall to perform much needed upgrades to his wardrobe. Our niece, Dr. Nurse, and her as yet unnamed husband dropped by for a lunch from the spicy noodle place. Later, we went with Nipper and Raptor to a park where there was more running around and playing ball, as well as a bit of tree worship under the mighty arms of two beautiful oaks and a linden. The Philosopher arrived by train that night, and the following day, we took off and had a glorious time at the beach, followed by ice cream at the Whippi Dip, followed by a feast around the table at home. And then, sadly, it was time for most of the travelers to go, leaving only the Philosopher behind to help us finish the cleanup. A man came with a truck to haul away all discarded remnants that couldn't go to Goodwill, and we now have a very small storage unit in which a few items the kids want but can't take right away will stay, perhaps till Christmas.
The terrible part was a lot more agitation over my mother's care. The assisted care where she lives is being singularly unhelpful. They are in a state of constant freakout over her leg ulcers. They have summoned the long-suffering Duchess twice in the last week to take Mother to emergency doctor visits and the ER. Each time, they are told that the ulcers are doing fine, they are NOT infected, there is NO blood clot, and the healing process is proceeding. But they continue to agitate and try to get her sent to nursing care. This isn't going to happen unless a doctor refers her, and the docs are steadfastly not doing that. Thus we are at an impasse. The Sparrowhawk and I visited her on Sunday, because Queenie and the Duchess were both present--Queenie was attending a wedding in the area. On Thursday, Mr. Science is coming for a visit, and I will have to return AGAIN to take part in a care conference which we hope is going to resolve some of these issues. In the meantime, it has been beyond difficult for all of us. Running this process on the same track with non-stop work and activity with my kids has been beyond difficult as well. When we arrived home Sunday night, the Philosopher was still with us. We served a hasty dinner of beer and bratwurst before taking him to the train. I had prepared a strawberry cream cake the day before, so the Sparrowhawk would have some kind of celebration for Father's Day. After we ate and dropped the Philosopher off, I was so tired I thought I might literally pass out. I've been exhausted non-stop for the past ten days. I know I need to take better care of myself, but I'm not sure how . . . .
The terrible part was a lot more agitation over my mother's care. The assisted care where she lives is being singularly unhelpful. They are in a state of constant freakout over her leg ulcers. They have summoned the long-suffering Duchess twice in the last week to take Mother to emergency doctor visits and the ER. Each time, they are told that the ulcers are doing fine, they are NOT infected, there is NO blood clot, and the healing process is proceeding. But they continue to agitate and try to get her sent to nursing care. This isn't going to happen unless a doctor refers her, and the docs are steadfastly not doing that. Thus we are at an impasse. The Sparrowhawk and I visited her on Sunday, because Queenie and the Duchess were both present--Queenie was attending a wedding in the area. On Thursday, Mr. Science is coming for a visit, and I will have to return AGAIN to take part in a care conference which we hope is going to resolve some of these issues. In the meantime, it has been beyond difficult for all of us. Running this process on the same track with non-stop work and activity with my kids has been beyond difficult as well. When we arrived home Sunday night, the Philosopher was still with us. We served a hasty dinner of beer and bratwurst before taking him to the train. I had prepared a strawberry cream cake the day before, so the Sparrowhawk would have some kind of celebration for Father's Day. After we ate and dropped the Philosopher off, I was so tired I thought I might literally pass out. I've been exhausted non-stop for the past ten days. I know I need to take better care of myself, but I'm not sure how . . . .
