Sun’s shinning….

….yippy I oh, yippy I yea. The morning’s Sun streaming in the window it’s the official last day of the known rainy month. Come on May Flowers.
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Before leaving home I phoned son and laid down the law. Upon my arrival Hospital the banning was further taken care from Security to the lobby to Nurses on her floor. I enjoyed Frieda’s smiles. Nurse coming in to tell her she’d started paper work for discharge upset Herr Clink put her into a real tizzy. Then the patient advocate seeing my girl talked her into going home. So, my girl calming down needing to use the can, she exited her bed and flowed away. Upon her return she was followed back to her bed by a joining contingent of nurses, aids, and techs. Her monitor had gone berserk bringing this mob to her side. Her hospital discharge had been canceled her respiration having spiked hitting 178. Maybe they’ll get it this time? Any move she makes her breath is short and her heart races. She wants to know why.
I think I got it. I’m just to sexy for my own good.
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Today I did a couple three things differently from what had almost become a normal pattern over the week. One, I had tried to phone Frieda five times today only getting her but twice. Secondly, that was about right as it usually goes, my only getting her to listen to me 40% of the time. Thirdly, seeing how quickly vegetation is starting to grow around here, alfalfa particularly talling up, it could be I’ll need be mowing hay in about three weeks. I want to be ready. The idea being fixed the fixing the damage I did to that poor mowing machine taking out a 6”x6” fence post last fall. Secondly. So I’m a two timer, when I’ve a couple three spare hours I can be readying the whole machine lowering the mowing deck, sharpening the blades, and greasing the machine‘s crazy zerks. As far as doing thing differently today I’ve just wakened after a late evening snack’s nap dutily rested up for a good night’s sleep.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

A-hole kids

Frieda's doing well. Everyday a little more is learned her make up. I have one rather large problem of a delicate nature. I must try and exclude one of her visitors who is raising absolute Hell with her heart's BP taking to rising and bouncing around like a rubber ball. Which is serious enough and of very real concern to the Hospital staff. How'll I handle it? Meet the the problem head on regardless whom it involves or let her hosts ban these visitors for us? This problem involves a couple who've used us before.
Lawd, I'm sounding something like the long sadly missed IDF (Indy Dirt Farmer).
Help DA Fernan
PS: I'm thinking of taking them head on letting the chips fall where they may. These guys have lied, and cheated to take their mother and I for a couple buggy rides. I don't want another one regardless the final lost cost as long as it isn‘t the wrong loss.
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Yesterday:
Fire wood's floating down the creek on waters havin' reached new heights, and by same token mud's have been steadily stirred to new depths.
I Thimk I could likely use a pontoon boat with twin jet drives, skis for rudders optional.
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It’s morning the day properly gated:
Do to any the more recent closer to home events, did any the loco folks watching the Royal Wedding happen to see where Her Mostess and myself weren’t? Having personally missed the Royal wedding we obviously weren’t standing in our seats. (grin)
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Waking even later than usual it was near ll I could do to get away from here early for the hospital. I truly wanted to head off my trouble making kids. I did it to. Started it with a phone call to son, telling him to keep himself and particularly his wife away from my wife. I wanted his mother home and she was my very first primary concern.
That taken care of I still motored earlier than usual to head them off physically if necessary. I want my wife rested, healed, whole, free from heart attack and/or stroke.
On getting to the hospital the front desk I had to go through channels (Hospital security). And this I had to do in the presents of the patient in her room where in a security officer met with us making sure this was also Frieda’s wish. Our meeting some resistance we finally got it taken care of our way. Whew!
Going one level further I talked to her nurse. Nurse a bit hesitant at first, my explaining the storytellers lying behavior the nurse and staff finally saw it my way. This request had been also chartered. Now I too may also rest easier.
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On my hospital’s arrival the nurse was trying to ready my Frieda for discharge. Ho boy did this ever upset her. There was no changing any one’s mind. However a couple hours later Frieda on getting up to use the facility, she scarcely made it back to bed when suddenly a whole team of care givers come charging into the room. Frieda’s monitor had registered all manor of problem with her hearts workings and respiration. Her organs had just gone a moment this side of serious orbit. Her discharge was immediately negated. She staying put for at least another day. Which she had wanted all along until they had done something about her breathing. I don’t know, I just don’t know? But for now I may rest easy, knowing she enveloped in the best medical help imaginable.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Waking’s impressions

I shelpt real good. Waking the house was ultra quiet and cold. (brrr) I hear the very imaginable sound of water dripping off the eves. And, why not. This has got to be April, what? Who can explain it. The season’s all fouled up Springs a-wakening two weeks late April showers three weeks early. What’s either coming or going for the current labeled month’s changing of the guard. I’m getting so tired of the continued rain. We see and feel the sun’s warmth for but minutes at a time to only be follow with an absolute minimum of drizzle.
The constant mud is wearing on my knees and hips. The no drying end is so very tiresome by all inclusive stretches of any imagination.
The barnyard creek is so full of water It aught to be teaming with all manner of fish jumping for individually needed gulps of air. Rain weathered lakes and ponds standing everywhere made up of gather rain waters the earth can no longer absorb. I need cabled suspenders looped over my shoulders descending all the way to my boot tops to hold those boots on.
At least living in a comparatively safer northern state is my households blessing. Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, many more states have seen and felt devastating tornadoes and winds. It’s so unreal, where has my mind been complaining about my mud, a small problem compared to a many other folks loss problems. Michigan’s location blessings, I’ve still got my dishes to do and kitchen floor to mop.
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House so cussed quiet. There’s none of that Birkerson patter “The Bickersons 1940s Radio Show“ periodically interrupted with hysterical laughter when one of us truly getting in good one. Della cat has taken to loving me. First it was the foot, to periodically joining me for extended periods of time pawing at my body. I’ve become Della cat’s consolation prize, for Her Mostess’s missing self.
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My out the house finding the lower barn darn near surrounded by water. We’d had three inches rainfall over night plus more sense. The calf and cow we’d put in drier isolation three days ago had to go. Poor calf th water up to its belly in places I was a-feared the barnyard creek couldn’t carry the water away fast enough. I was particularly happy with the cow and calf’s simple mildly refusing to in the same direction together at the same time. I don’t know which is dumber the animals or myself trying to move them to my will to keep them as safe as I may keep them. (sigh)
I phoned Her Mostess early morning. She started choking on the phone so bad we had to hang up. And she was telling me was getting well? Things to do Bro’ came after the cow and we moved the pair in a fair and timely manner. Then changing out of my boots into more civilized shoes I was off and running the neighborhoods. Next first stop was to gather in certain supplies. At first stop I phoned ahead my second stop’s need for medications. Back home in time to unload truck, put supplies away, I was going to eat a quick lunch. A can of beans opened, I heard a horn honk. My ride had come and my beans took to sitting with their lid off. Annie here, I was off. At Hurley Hospital my first need was the cafeteria. Had a splendid hamburger. As always this hospital’s the best kitchen is the best of its kind. there are some cooks here. I’ve never had a bad meal there ever!!!!!
Annie having medical appointments around town for herself I was thankful she included me in her loco travel plans. As it had worked out she had finished up her rounds where she had dropped me to begin with. Excluding travel time I got to sit with mine Frieda for a whole three hours. All we know is she’ll be there another day for more tests.
Her brightest moments were her doctors (each one) coming in wearing smiles, everyone of them. Heart is strong. I could be her blood may need coumadin. Oh now isn’t this just going to be Ducky? Having this in common, we’ll both be dodging the rat poison bullet. The Spring rainy season, it couldn’t be more fitting. };^))
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

“Don’t Worry!” she’d said.

Call his a short recap:
The other side the twi-light zone they’d brought mine Frieda down out-a the clouds closer to earth depositing her along the way in the cardiac unit for closer observation. That’s like just outside the ICU. A voice inside the telephone receiver had said, "Don’t worry." Yeah sure. I should-a been made of stone. I’m not to worry! The absolute center of my world is ill and I’m not to worry over a few words? I drove the longest drive in my life yesterday. “Don’t worry?” the nurse had said. I did everything but…..
Imagine my elation walking into her reassigned room to find her sitting up with wearing looked like the broadest smile, relieving my mind smile, written all across her face. (whew) I relaxed.
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Looking out, seeing rain, my outlook at the weather liked to sink me as if I were a leaky boat. How much more of this must we take. Fields in Michigan so wet my neighbors along with us can’t get on our fields. Our loss of time is adding new added stated of depression upon our concerned minds. It’s beginning to look like how’ll we ever plant our yearly hayfields.
Checking the western bovine front there’re no new calves receiving a morning rinse. That’s the best outlook I’ve got this morning. Checking the ladies
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Afternoon:
Been up to see Her Mostess. The Hospital is putting her through a battery of tests. Most importantly her heart. Seems her hospital cardiologist knows well our primary care giver giving him a thumbs up continued recombination. Frieda likes him.
(I want his name. Has been months, maybe years, since I’ve seen one. Last time I saw the one I no long trust he had duplicated my medications, which after I had followed his strict directions I had been seriously prescription overdosed. Going through some varied sorts personal Hell I haven’t gone back. Learned I had better be closer to my pharmacist.)
Frieda looked good. Still not sharing direct sugar sweetening. She wants to come home. Only I’m thinking she’s better off were she is. Perhaps when this tripping’s all done she’ll regain some of her energy back and with warn weather’s promise right around the corner she’ll be able to walk some of her weight off. Well, I can hope!
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During some my morning’s motoring I observed the ladies enjoying the rain with their ears down. The sight of this I imagined them covering their ears as to shed rain water so’s they didn’t get water on their brains. (grin)
Back home I snacked for lunch trying to put away some leftovers. Clearing frig some There was one bowl the cats are going to feast on having set in frig to long.
Put afternoon time in at shop bundling up more hay-yard plus shop trash for tomorrow’s pick up. Scared up new fan belt for Ugly’s power steering pump’s need. Put a couple roaming out and about ladies and their calve back in where they belonged and patch a broken fence wire. While I put in my brand of useless shop time the sun coming out took turns with returning rain shower. I even heard some rolling thunder boomer serenades. On way home the Butternut Creek part of the Flint water shed was creeping over its banks likely from more rain than we got here to do it. What a day. An hour late for rattler time I gulped them down, fueled the 4020JD with a couple cans gas. Then needed to hay ladies here and midway down the road. Rest of my evening I get to myself. I see this evening’s entertainment spent doing dishes cleaning kitchen some. Whoopppeeee! Starting another batch laundry can wait till morning. With all this relaxation time on my hands I’ve no idea why I’m so tired before sundown. Heard from youngest son today. He still has high hopes finding himself a long haul trucking job. Oldest daughter has decided to talk to her mother these last three days. All her supposedly stellar friends have all turned their backs on her. She hasn’t braved enough to talk to me. I see it as her problem. She’s the one who left us for the rich and famous. Family? Once they leave the nest they can be such a joy or a pain in the arse. We’ve some of each.
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For supper I found a lonesome piece of chicken. I ate it with some high class mixed vegetables and tasteless rice. Wasn’t brown. Must have been some polished crap. For desert I made me a brown cow (root-beer float made with chocolate ice-cream). Still doing chores at 8:00 PM. I had my soda and drifted off.
And oh. My big mouth, I never got to the dishes nor scrubbed the kitchen floor. I’m a big bad boy!!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’s
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Clink’s day 2

I've tried calling hr this morning. Not getting through the phones my be turned off for the hospitable staff may make uninterrupted rounds.
I'll have to try her a bit later. As for getting up to see her, that depends on a ride.
Good gosh the city was more like back to normal the traffic I was glad somebody else was driving me.
Now that I know the rest of the O2 story, I've made some three phone calls and hoping all this is straightened out before my bringing her home.
There likely be more dribbled into my urinal by this evening’s bigger splash.
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Gosh I’ve got to get her out of that place. Horror stories are just waiting to happen. Frieda is allergic to a number of medications. On registering for emergency room care she produced documents the medications she had problems with. All this information was entered into her charts, plus recorded upon a second patient ID band locked on about her wrist…Get it? Wrist got it!
So, a Doctor comes in about give her a shot. She asked him what it was? He said he was giving her morphine for pain relief. She come up in her bed and gave him a solidly voiced what for. She informed him that not only was she dangerously allergic to the narcotic but this fact was also listed in her chart. She’d seen it entered; and, the same information was also printed upon a band and attached to her wrist.
My yesterday’s visit short thankful for the ride. I could only stay as long as my driver had that time to spare.
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Now, for the rest of the 02 story. Some years ago (me & my memory remembers not when) Frieda was but on a C-PAC machine. More recently (via pre-mentioned excuse) Medical Home Equipment company one supplied Frieda with an 02 making machine to use in conjunction with her C-PAC. We were billed occasionally and then one day the machine quit. Frieda’s phone calls went unanswered. Desperate (instead of telling me original problem) she saw like equipment advertised on TV with phone number. She used it, called it, HME Co 2 called Doc’s office for confirmation and a current prescription order further updated. They were out that same day’s evening. HME2 called HME3. HME3 had Replaced HME1's When they went out of business. Between HME2 and HME3, HME2 withdrew all their equipment, HME3 came in with another 02 replacement machine as per the original order now short the required equipment for the updated prescribed order. Oh boy, in all this changing period space of three-day‘s time. Frieda tells me nothing. My learning of all the goof ups I got on the phone making several calls. I now wait to hear from HME3. This will be a drag. I’ve got work to do outside. Sheesh, all these idiots must have read my unwritten book on professional idiocy. ROFLMAO!!!!
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When I finally made a phone connection with Herr Clink she’s complaining all her old pains are back. That’s reasonable, I agreed then suggested. Just look outside the window. The weather had turned against the likes of us oldsters.
As for the rest of her the rest of the medical geniuses they’ve no idea what’s causing her difficult breathing. We couldn’t talk long. I suspect she felt so much better yesterday being sunny, she over did it. Could also be the young interns had their Wheaties this morning and evidently were out-running her clutches.
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Bottom line, this new batch of doctorate-ed experts have no ideas nor causes for her difficult breathing.
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Between the supposed in-between's towards noon I receive cal from the hostile, you’re not to worry. They had just moved Frieda down from the 9th floor to the cardiac 4th floor for more intensive monitoring her heart that had started some very erratic behavior after she had been given an intolerable drug upsetting her heart so badly an EKG reading was all over the paper. I tidied up what I was doing. Jumped into Ugly with the words, “You’re not to worry!” Yeah sure, those words running over and over again my mind I had debarked on the longest drive of my life going to the hostile. Also running through my mind how’ll I reassure her she was alright or going to be alright so’s she’d come through this latest crisis as healthy as she was a few weeks back.
On arrival seeing my bride, she was happily sitting up in a chair wearing the grandest smile, the such I was immediately relieved. A kiss hello upon her forehead, again until we know more what may deeply be her unanswered ill or ills I took to a chair to enjoy her company. Despite the move between floors she was served two lunches. She had never been denied a spoon full bite or two. I stayed a few hours to keep an eye on her a pleasurable activity I had never fallen-out looking to. By and by between rising winds and tornado warnings the hospital going into a barely normal lock down against the chance of rogue tornado’s development I found it was a good time to bid Frieda a-do and come home.
On my way home I experienced he worst part of my whole day. Stopping and topping off the Port fuel tank came to sum $75.00 and some cents.
Now that I am home there’s no definite time line as to when Frieda may come home. Della and I tolerate each other famously there’s been no lines drawn and she’s happy enough to just be regularly fed. I’m handling it. Oh, the line of the day? Frieda’s comedown out of the clouds taken up a position more down to earth! };^))
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

3rd n’last report

Been up to see my colleen. Informed, she says she’s got some communicable disease. That’s a fine thing to tell me after all these many years living under the same roof together. She’d also said she has pneumonia to go with it. Tain’t nothing like doing things right. Then to add insult to my delicately conditioned emotional injury she says I mustn’t kiss her. Now just where am I supposed to get my sugar, I ask?
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Youngest daughter going up to see her Mom, helped her take a shower. Was good to hear they both cleaned up. {;^))
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Decisions, decisions, Frieda doesn’t like stuffed peppers. Herself not home I think I’ll fix some for myself. Yum-Yum!
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As certain maters continue on I must bundle our trash for tomorrows pick up. And as long as her Mostess isn’t here I must do it without description. This will never do. She’d better be getting well and back home soon. If there’s anything I dislike this arguing with only myself alone. Besides we haven’t finished the falling out argument we started fifty some odd years ago. Not by a long shot.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

2nd report

She's doing it now...
...holding hands with handsome young doctors where she's got them surrounding her on one of them above the clouds horsepistol 9th floors.
Not looking or behaving well when I came in last night, hungry enough to devour a fighting-est Spanish bull a cape for a napkin, I dangerously loaded Her Mostess up in Ugly and bravely drove her to our favorite horsepistol's emergency room.
Talked to her this morning already. She's improving and sounding more like my girl. No idea how long they'll keep her while she continues “wheezing,” as she put it. I'll enjoy the peace and quiet around here only as long as it lasts.
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An interesting side view this whole nasty business Driving in and out of the city the traffic was exceptionally light. There were no waiting line, parking was easy, absolutely no delays, everything moved right on along.
In contrast when I started out of the hospital for my lonesome drive home Police officers were escorting troubled loose people in the hallways. Out side the E-entrance there were six ambulances, five cop cars and one fire chief’s personal car standing where there were none when we came in, and this was only shortly after 10:00 PM.
During my drive home, at traffic lights, heavy fire engines on the way back to their stations idled past me. It must have been a busy night. Oddly enough I simply don’t miss seeing some of the imagined going-on’s living my sheltered farm life.
Further along my way I saw lit a pair golden arches. I wheeled into an empty lot, spent a moment alone with a two-way talking menu, moving onto the far window. After a short custom making two double McCheeseburgers wait, I munched away along my way home. It just seemed so surreal my whole drive home so little traffic their either passing me an old slow mover the such as I or my or passing other motorist coming head on. Bright lights were the most unusual twilight zoning happening my last evening’s drive home. Erie, hey what?
(Friend Sue (mistress:^) had said I’d find some observation to write about. This may have been it?) Who has more fun accepting people? People!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan