Thursday, November 6, 2008

Night Gown Morning

Hey, Y'all,
Yeah, I'm telling you what---we really had a full day today. I was up at 7 a.m. as most usually I am and after I took my first medication for the day, I came in here to my computer room and checked my e-mail and my blog to see if there had been any activity on either. Then I went into the kitchen and started picking stuff up and kind of putting it to rights. I decided to trim out the snowflakes that I had laminated yesterday afternoon.

About 8:30, I started pushing Gramps to get out of bed to get ready for the day, and so he did, and we had breakfast. About 9 a.m. we went into the bathroom to get his shower so he could look good and smell sweet for the therapists who were scheduled to visit us today.

So, upon finishing that, I decided to put together the baker's rack that I purchased the other day. We got it out of the box, after a big struggle to get the end of the box open.
Then it was another struggle to get the contents pulled out, because they were really packed in there. When I finally got the pieces out of the box, I turned it up to get the directions out. The only directions that fell out were in Spanish. I said, "Whoa! Madre Mia! Que Pasa! Me no hablar Espanol. How can this be?"

For a few minutes I scanned the instructions, looking to see if perchance there was any English in them. Nope! Nada! I thought, well, there are pictures and numbers and letters, perhaps I can do it with these. Then I checked inside the box again, and lo, there were more papers in the bottom. I reached in and tried to get them, but, alas! my arms were too short. So, I called on the man in the chair observing my efforts and asked him to reach in and see if he could get them. Yep! Thank Heavens, he could and did.

I was sitting in the floor wrestling the pieces of the rack and trying to figure out putting it together and had already put two pieces of it together, when we heard a knock at the front door. It was Gramps' first therapist of the day and she was here about 45 minutes earlier than she was supposed to be. (I was still in my nightgown, by the way)
She came in and saw me sitting there and said, "Oh, I put one just like that together a while back. Walmart?" I replied, "Yep". I had planned on working until 10 a.m, and then stopping to take my shower.

So, she went on with treatment of Gramps and I kept on sitting there in the kitchen floor in my gown and working on the baker's rack. She worked on Gramps' neck, loosening the tension and muscles in his neck, and when she was finished and left, I just had a little left to do, so I kept on working, and became quite frustrated because I couldn't get the last four little screws into the wooden shelf in the center of the rack.
The screws were only about a half inch long at most and I didn't have a Phillips head screw driver that was small enough on the point.

I finally got my cordless drill out and managed to get them into the shelf bottom about the time that Carol, the speech therapist arrived. And of course, there I was, still in the kitchen floor in my night gown. We always sit at the kitchen table to do his speech therapy, so I picked up the empty box and the wrappings that were on the pieces of the baker's rack, and straightened up everything, put away the tools, etc. and decided I would just stay in my gown and wait until after Carol left to do my shower, which was perfectly all right with her

After Carol left, about 12:30, we went ahead and had lunch, and then I had my shower. Whew! The day was just half over...

We left the house about 2 p.m. and went for Gramps' doctor's visit which had been scheduled earlier during the week. The doctor was pleased with his progress and when they weighed him, he weighed 159. She said that apparently the physical therapist who weighed him must have looked at the scales wrong. The reason I wanted her to see him was because I thought he had been losing a lot of weight and was concerned. Thank Goodness that he isn't!

She did schedule him to have a new CT scan to check his head because he is still having some pain in it, although not as much as he was a couple of months ago. We will be doing that on Monday morning. More on that later.

After we left the doctor's office, i had some paperback books to trade, so we went on to Morristown to a paper back trading place and I now have a new supply of books to read. I guess I must read close to 30 books a month. I am addicted to reading and have been ever since I learned to read 69 years ago.

We stopped in Jefferson City for supper at the Gondolier Restaurant and shared a salad and an individual pizza. Then on to home and here we are at 6:30 p.m. Long day, and we'll be glad to be in bed by 10:30 or 11 p.m.

Well, I have other stuff to do, and so, this is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for tonight. Hope you all have happy dreams, and a great day tomorrow. Much love to each of you. Bye for now.


Judy said...

Hi Grammy, Glad you got that bakers rack together! Sounds like gramps is doing better. I am so glad. Bob and I took off to Indiana for a couple days just to get away after the election. I am always glad to get back home though.

Tanya said...

I am glad the election is over in yet, I don't know if you have heard but we are in a heated debate here over one of our ballot measures that passed. I voted yes on it and man is it ever a mess. People have been getting hurt and their property vandalized if they are known to have voted yes by the wrong people. if you haven't heard, Check out California's Prop 8 news. It is crazy and a little scary and a little bit prophetic as well, letting us know that we are nearing the last days, the days spoken of in Revelations and such. Where evil will be thought to be good and good thought to be evil...

Grammy said...

Dear Tanya,
Yes, we had been hearing about Prop. 8 and of course are glad that it passed. You are correct in thinking that many people thing evil is good, and good is evil. Just look at what is considered "good" on television. It is awful. Thanks for taking a positive stand on ideals that should be espoused. Love you,
Aunt Grammy