It is 1:00am in the morning. We received a call from Gloria Texeira this evening. Dad and I have been talking about visiting Rose Lopes, and I said that I as soon as I got over this tenacious cough, we would definitely go visit her. Well, the care home that she has been living, put her in her wheelchair and into the van, to take her to her doctor’s appointment. Unfortunately, the attendant did not have her supported well enough in the van, and she fell and broke five ribs. Saturday she passed away. I believe she was 93. Very clear of mind. Very fun. Dad and she grew up together in West Oakland. Very Italian. Lots of personality that you just don’t see these days. Her bones have become quite brittle this past year. She has fractured her arm and broke her hip. Guess this was bound to happen one way or another. But, you know, you never really actually like it to actually happen. (Great sentence, huh!) So, now, Rosie is gone. We are running out of people. Seems like I spend most of my time writing about this phase of life. You know, there is more to life than just the very end. I’m not quite sure why I have to be here to witness so much of it, because honestly, I don’t care for it at all. I like to pretend the end doesn’t even exist. Don’t know what to say about it. Don’t know what to feel. I just want to get back to Living Life. I’m getting pretty darn lazy. haha Well, guess I’ve always been lazy. But, I use to get out and do things. Hmmm…. Guess I’m most concerned about how we are going to keep dad busy. We are running out of people to visit. And visiting is what he likes to do most. I’m sure it will all work out.
Oh – I’ve been trying to tell dad for months to move his large liquor bottles from the high top shelf, to the lower middle shelf. Of course, he will Never Never Never listen to me. That is probably natural. But, today he admitted he almost had a terrible accident and that he has no strength and cannot raise his right arm, and we moved his bottles to the lower shelf. Is this good news, or bad news? 50-50. We definitely take one day at a time.
Oh yeah – I Still Have That Chest Cough! Arrrrggggghhhhh!!
10:00am Dad and I went to the dining table at the clubhouse. Lots of activity. The Ladies Social Club having hot dogs today. Then we went to Yanni’s and picked up corned beef and cabbage to go for Bev Morgan’s dinner. Then we went to JC Penney’s and picked up Bill Mack’s birthday gift certificate. Turns out there are no more books stores at all. Good news – dad’s medical prescription book is nine years old, but… it is Still the Most Current Edition. He is very happy. We had lunch at McDonald’s. Stopped by Rite-Aid and picked up some Dugan’s for dad. Then to the Dollar Store. Came home. Watched TV. Luigi threw up all over my blue TV blanket. Threw all my clothes in and did a load of laundry. He is a little dog. Seven pounds. Most of the dogs they say they can feed once a day and skip one day each week. Luigi doesn’t seem to do too well with that. So guess I may need to feed him a bit more often. His little stomach gets too empty and he throws up the stomach bile. Not a big deal. It’s just getting to know your own dog. Every day I read the rawfeeding yahoo group and keep learning. I still feel good about rawfeeding. I need to watch Luigi’s poop, as sometimes it is too loose, and sometimes he is too constipated. This is all my fault. I need to learn what works best for him. One day at a time. I am not concerned – just learning every day. I love to learn.
Poor Doris Motinho is in the hospital. Has to have three blood transfusions for low blood count. Scary!
10:00pm Just called the Kaiser Advice Nurse about this persistent cough. My doctor is out all week, but they made an appointment for me for tomorrow morning. Yeah! Can’t wait to get rid of this cough!