October 18, 2019

A WAR ZONE



                                                       
It was quiet until a minute ago.  Now there is a heavy duty cop-chopper circling, and sirens ring from every side.  G says he’s not at all curious what’s happening one block down the street.  Though my curiosity is a heavy thing, I can’t go down there to find out what’s happening.  Fire engines, units, and all sorts of rescue vee-hickles are just below me mixed into a never ending line of cop-suv’s.

Just like it used to be down in the war zone.

https://www.10news.com/news/local-news/swat-team-surrounds-point-loma-home>ABC News: Zac Self says it was a domestic violence suspect who killed himself.  Here in Sea Colony, we have a few alcohol related incidences.  This sounds as if it began as one and escalated far beyond that.

While the officers try to figure out motive, I’m back to the hospital for more x-rays with and without.  They want to know what goes down into my lungs.  Last time it was coffee, before that it was a pill of some sort, and before that I do not remember.
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  • Himself:  At work at 6, taking me to the hospital, and coming home to more work.
  • Myself:  Following instructions
  • Photo:  ABC News  San Diego
  • Reading:  A scary mystery about Partisans in Italy after the war.
  • Gratitude’s:  George.



October 15, 2019

MY FRIEND


My friend Dixie Anna.


There are those unexpected calls
so rational sounding, such a nice voice
in my ear, jolting me upright.
She fell, moving pictures around.

Who am I to write her obit,
younger than me.  She caretook
her Ken until he died, now
she is near death herself.

Sometimes a broken pelvis will 
Break more than bones,
Will dent and dement a wider
circle.  Already my heart breaks.

October 14, 2019

LAUGHTER

Sometimes I whine, but usually I laugh at myself.  Laughter keeps those around me going too.  The Lasix leads me to run for the bathroom but often I find myself leaking in the most inopportune places.  Then I cough and leak more.  The bed stays dry, then poof I spill a whole glass of water all over it.  We wanted to change sheets anyway.

Yes we need a new mattress.  We have a Beautyrest with extra padding only on one side.  We used to have a fancy Beautyrest mattress with padding on both sides so it could be rotated.  Not this one.  This one has lasted longer than the fancy one.  We rolled together in the middle of that one.  This one, the edges have give out, and we could roll off very easily.

So I have been looking at new mattresses.  The new ones have memory foam and latex.  There’s natural latex too…just to confuse the issue.  The lists of attributes is endless such as “White glove delivery.”  Nowhere have I found one with padding on two sides.  Many come with only one firmness option.           Lots of foam options too.  I did find springs mentioned in the very last one I read about. 

“At 15-inches thick, the DreamCloud is made from the kind of luxury materials you’d typically find in expensive retail mattresses, yet it comes conveniently compressed in a box, at a much cheaper price. Its cooling system will keep you from over-heating while you sleep, and the 6 layers of dense memory foam and pocketed coils will provide an ideal combination of support and comfort. Finally, with a 365-night trial, you’ll have plenty of time to decide if the mattress is right for you (we’re confident you’ll love it!).
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  • Himself:  Got the tickets one day for two adults and 4 days for Zoe.  He's to go north to work on Wednesday.  Meet his replacement.  Last night’s sheets are in the laundry.
  • Myself:  Coughing.  Swallow study scheduled.  Dr Hemp wants to drain the remaining fluid.  Chemo put off two weeks.
  • Photo:  George.
  • Reading:  ”Stewball” by Peter Bowen.  These Gabriel Du Pre mysteries are really wonderful.
  • Gratitude’s:  George.




October 12, 2019

TICKET SALES PLUS


                                                       
·       George is over there with three separate browsers open.  It’s the first ticket sales day for Comic Con 2020.  He has hopes of getting one day tickets for two of us, and four days tickets for the little one.  She’s too young to volunteer.
·       I post here today one of my favorite Comic Con photos.
·       I’ve been released by the Home Health PT nurse, and reluctantly by the RN.  The drain scarring is fragile, but my BP remains in the normal range, and my O2 blood levels make everyone happy.  I have one more appointment in my book, I know there will be loads more upcoming, but that one is with my coordinating GP.  The surgeon wants to find out what the mass is in my right lung before starting chemo.  He’ll do a needle biopsy.
·       Non health news:  The sun is out.  If I look hard enough I’ll see little golden leaves all around and in the trees surrounding the house.  I’m following blogs that show acres of exquisite leaf color.  I love the oranges and glowing yellows, but they aren’t usual here.  High fire danger is.
·       Smalls:  I’ve lost 8 and ½ pounds.  Today I’m filing paperwork and drugs from this disease…..cleaning house.  G has been an excellent caretaker.  Margot called.  She and Zoe are walking their first 5K.
·       Land’s End has a replacement for that turquoise shirt I ruined.  They also have a replacement for the black cardigan I managed to lose. 
·       Later after One PM:  A handful of my morning pills went down the wrong tube…and boy am I coughing.  Out to breakfast, and I discovered that I dropped my teeth.  Yes, I did that.  I took them out, wrapped them in a napkin, and put them in my lap.  Back we went, and after donning gloves with the owner, I found them about six inches down in the giant trash container.  Teach me to not put them in a pocket.
·       Just now, life is pretty darned good.  


October 8, 2019

A GOOD DAY

·       My blood pressure is back to normal.  The 02 in my blood is much improved.
·       That pleased me no end.
·       It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day, and we were out in it.
·       First was we had the oncology appointment at nine.  Nice doc treating two kinds of lung cancer with two different chemos.
·       Then a break and sat at the lab to get a blood draw…and sat there for a while, and afterword’s, we got our flu shots.
·       Back to the hospital for lunch in their cafeteria, sunshine by the fountain, and had a CT scan among nurses that remember me well.
·       Home, and I was so tired I couldn’t stay awake.    
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  • Myself:  An hour by the phone, couldn’t stay awake.
  • Photo:  Mine:  Comic Con, 2015.
  • Reading:  Just finished another Du Pre.
  • Gratitude’s:  George



  • October 7, 2019

    AN EMOTIONAL DAY


    From the top: Courtney, Vinnie, Megan, and Nathan.
      1993.

    Ellen took in some remarkable kids, and she worked very hard with them all.  Nathan is a skitzophrenic,  and Alex an alcoholic.  We all thought Vinnie was too, but he met a beautiful lady.  Megan is an artist and a bit lost.
                                                           

    1994.
                                                           


    2019.

    2019 The Watkins kids with their sister Zoe.

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    • Himself:  George put up with us all….all day, then he took me out for dinner and a meeting.
    • Myself:  So many friends were glad to see me, and I them.
    • Photos:  The non-studio photos are mine.  More family photos are on Facebook.
    • Reading:  Nothing.
    • Gratitude’s:  George.



    October 6, 2019

    The OLD TOWN HOUSE RESTAURANT

                                                           
    During the 1980’s, I did a series of pencil sketches of some of the downtown businesses.   Frankly, I was very surprised to see this one yesterday.
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    • Himself:  Worked hard all weekend.
    • Myself:  Coughed only twice last night. Forgot my teeth once again.
    • Photo:  George and cell phone.
    • Reading:  Web sites.
    • Gratitude’s:  George, George, George.

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