Thought I was going to die! August 30, 2013

It's been nearly a week since the horrible GALL BLADDER ATTACK!!!  In the wee morning hours of August 25, 2013, I was awakened by the uncomfortable feeling below my chest.  Tums! that's the thing to take, unless ,of course, that uncomfortable feeling is followed with PAIN and VOMITING.  Somebody must have stabbed me right there in the bed.  I felt the sheets to see if there was anything wet and red.  Nothing.  So I had to move- I couldn't stay there.  For 6 hours I walked, cried, begged for help, and finally got in touch with the doctor, who said it was fine to take a pain pill.  with that came relief.  But my body was exhausted and I slept all day and night.  I got an appointment with the specialist through an appointment with her.  I had to have an ultrasound, which meant the hospital.  From there, the next day to the specialist.  I was prepared for that 2:30 P.M. appointment.  I hadn't eaten anything since a cracker and small amount of soda at 7:00 A.M.  If he said go to the hospitable for surgery, I was prepared.  Believe it or not, I was too sick to go.  He said it's infected, and he would prefer to do drug therapy for 2 week and heal for 3 more before I have it done.  So here I am waiting.  Please no more attacks.

Almost September August 28,2013

The weather is back to normal and HOT!  Labor Day is nearly here and the rides are moving in.  It is always a time of anticipation.  The memories go back to childhood.  I can remember rising early on the farm, ready to go to the picnic. Momma had other plans for a little while.  We had to cook breakfast and clean the kitchen.  Then the beds had to be made and everything put in order.  SWEEP THE FLOORS!!!  Holy Cow, Momma,  Let's go.  We had to put on fresh clothes.  We had to be clean even though we would be wet with sweat in a few minutes of getting on the grounds.  First the parade---streets were lined with people, children running everywhere....the bands and the floats and so much anticipation for the rides-- but finally we were there.  The first job was to find my friends then I could ride.  It was a great day of fun.  Momma and Daddy would go sit where all parents sit, I guess.  It was my job to find them if I needed more money or tickets.  I would ride, and ride and ride, until.........I threw up.  Every year, I would get so sick around lunch and we would head home to bath, nap and sleep.  By the time I had a long nap the nausea was gone and I was ready to go again.  And we stayed until the fireworks were shot.  I was always so tired that I dreamed sometimes that I was trying to find my way home from the picnic ground, because somehow I was out there in my underwear!!!!!Memories, memories, memories,  The one that stands out is that big old broom!  I had to wrestle that monster all over that front porch and living room.  Well, that's been 60 years ago and the time is here again.  I 'll go and watch my grandchild dance to the bands and wave to the pretty girls on the floats.  It is so good to come from a small town area.  It's fun to remember the times we shared with our friends.  I've seen the twinkle in the eyes of a friend who had found the love of his life, and as he watched her ride the Scrambler with friends.  Never taking his eyes from her he grinned and said "My little girl".  Life is good most of the time.  Just remember the good times.

Moving Forward August 18, 2013

It is a gloomy day,  Perspective.... If we were in the middle of a drought, this day would look good.  The possibility of rain in the heavy overcast skies.  In the middle of August with this cool damp weather, the thoughts drift into "When is the sun going to shine?"  It's been a strange year, but life is unpredictable.
So we just take what we get and try to do the best with it.  I am trying to get some projects to entertain me.
Maybe crochet, sewing, reading, or writing.  I'll keep on until I figure it out.

Wendy's Again August 16, 2013

It's quick -it's good-and I can dance around the May Pole that I am not having to cook again :). James likes to eat at Wendy's and today he felt like getting out and going to eat.  So we took him there.  Although he doesn't have the sparkle in his eyes that he had a year ago, he still needs to be out with people.  You can go crazy seeing nothing but 4 walls and silence.  He doesn't have a t.v. (he couldn't stand what was on it anyway), and the noise of the music cd's bother him now.  The recordings of the bible, seem to bother him also.  I think his hearing is so bad now that it sort of runs together. So he just rests in his recliner and naps.
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It is a sad time nearing.  It has almost been a year since Danny's mother passed away.  James is 90 years old now and so empty and lonely.  He prays that he is ready to go.  He got some medicine that was not good for him and he was living in another time.  She was back and he could see her and talk to her and follow her around the house.  It was an eye opening experience for me.  It was so real to him and that is because that is where his heart is.   Life holds the strings and we just play along until they are dropped and life ceases.  There are so many things we do not understand.  We just take them day by day.