Let Sleeping Dogs Rant

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Thrilling (?) Sunday report, see man:

 

We awoke prematurely feeling aysheep, stressed we man.

We called neighborette who's a Physician's Assistant, PA she man.

She said that randomly scoping facilities is exhausting and often fruitless, reason she man.

She said to cull the workload by relying on Mama T-B.'s case manager, si man.

She said that many options for care are available, si man.

She also said that estate companies can buy furniture as a lot, didn't consider this we man.

We felt less aysheep, si man.

 

We called the hospital ward, call we man.

A case manager almost immediately phoned us back, pronto man.

She said that no discharge would occur until we're satisfied with a choice, si man.

She, we, Mama T-B., palliative-care doc, & social worker will caucus on Monday, caucus we man.

We felt less aysheep, si man.

 

Breakfast for us was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest and must do self-care we man man.

Breakfast for Mini-B. was the last 2 corn dogs, ingest Major Food Group we man man.

 

We managed to mow front lawn, off-blow aysheepness in not much time we man.

Mini-B. helped us strip/re-linen beds, fraction of the time doing it solo man.

 

Lunch for us was onecan of baked beans, ingest we man.

Lunch for Mini-B. was 2 Costco burritos, ingest wee man.

 

Mama T-B. had asked that we empty her fridge/freezer, both packed man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. showed up to go help while we were phoning with Mama T-B., si man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. was in tears during Mama T-B.'s expressions of despair, so were we man.

It was hard to say anything of consolation, difficult man.

 

We, ex-Mrs.-T-B., & Mini-B. carpooled to Mama T-B.'s casa, si man.

Helpful neighbor tailed us to estimate furniture-storage needs, helpful he man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. compiled Many (2+2+2) bags of take-home items + Many (2+1) of trash, compile she man.

Neighbor estimated 1 day + half a day to box everything and one big storage room, estimate he man.

 

Upon return to our casa, ex-Mrs.-T-B. took Mini-B., end of Two Guys week man.

 

Din-din was 2 small beef pot pies very recently bought for Mama T-B., sadly ingest we man.

 

We desperately needed zzz, need-zzz-ing we man.

We instead went to visit Mama T-B., lonely Sunday man.

We spent 2 hours getting histories of both sides of her family and pre-we man, fascinating man.

Mama T-B. & we both felt better afterward, necessary diversion man.

 

We somehow managed to conquer the Many (2+1) laundry loads & dish/de-dish the warsher, victorious we man.

 

We have no energy to pre-scope facilities online, spent we man.

D-Day is Monday, decision day man.

No party with the rubias tonight, are you kidding us man.

And that was/is our thrilling (?) Sunday, report we man.

[yuna628 9,873]

My sympathies to you TB for the current situation. Slightly similar circumstances here, except for the hospital actually kicked my dad out of his bed and dumped him into a hallway without telling us and left him there with no monitoring until we collected him. They had ordered he be discharged to a rehab facility and *not* the one we had instructed. They said they would not send him there because my dad had the ability to stand... ah yes, he can stand.. barely, it's what happens next is the problem. They told us we would have to take him to the facility ourselves.

 

My husband returned home after taking him and was in quite a state. He told me the facility which does not show actual photos of it on their website, and splashes a 5 star CMS rating (a lie I learned) is not fit for any human being. It is old, dirty, smells, the night staff is incompetent and have a bare understanding of English or nursing skill. There is nothing to ensure he will not fall, no bedrails, no alarms, not even a proper wheelchair. They are not following the doctor's instructions of wound care. I'm not confident he is being given his right medication. I went there and started asking questions... the staff will barely speak to you and only with vague answers. I have been struggling for many days now to see if I can get him out of there and moved somewhere else.

 

From my experiences with my grandma, she sold most of her belongings at auction and her POA took care of setting up accounts which enabled her to go live at the retirement home and then a year later, the skilled nursing care center (basically hospice). Because she did have some means, her choice of facility was pretty good by my standards. But it's always very important to make sure that if you are able to make decisions for her that the facility is safe and clean and can meet the patient's needs.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Y ma'am, both facilities need to be reported to the respective State Boards, si and sigh and outrageous man.  Criminal charges are probably also in order, si man.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Thrilling (?) Monday report, see man:

 

We raced to the hospital at Many (2x2x2 +1) a.m. because night nooser said, "Come earlier than Many (2x2x2 +2) a.m. because the case manager & palliative doc will be doing rounds, si man!" si man.

 

We cooled our heels there till after Many (2x2x2 +2+2+1) a.m.,   man.

The palliative Nooser Practitioner spoke with us for an hour, capable she man.

She recommended assisted living, recommend she man.

She then caucused with the case managerette & social worker, caucus she man.

The latter two were a clown show,   man.

The social worker spoke thick Indian "English," not understandable man.

The case managerette was speaking chiefly in generalities, not much specific man.

Neither understood our agreement with the Nooser Practitioner nor our goals, no and no man.

Meanwhile, we were about to keel over from hunger, skipped breakfast we man.

Also meanwhile, Fizzicle Therapy failed to see Mama T-B. for second straight day, crucial evaluation man.

 

We raced out to assisted-living facility related to Mama T-B.'s independent-living facility, racial we man.

 

First, we stopped at Costco to consume a breakfast/lunch hot dog, ingest at half-past 1 p.m. we man.

 

We caucused with the Executive Director himself for a full hour, wonderful he man man.

(He will certainly want a great Many POTSs*, certain we man.)

     *Buy yours today, si man!

They can support Mama T-B. at a surprisingly reasonable price, si man.

Every room there is private, finally man.

However, they had only their midsized crib, not a 1-bedroom man.

 

We blew back to the hospital to caucus with Mama T-B., caucus we man.

We showed her fotos of the empty unit, foto it we man.

Mama T-B. said, "It's a DUMP, si man!", sigh man.

Mama T-B. said, "It's less than one-Many'rd the size of my current crib, si man!", sigh man.

We tried to convince her with the prices, si man.

She alternatedly yelled and cried, sigh man.

Meanwhile, an endless procession of noosers, doctors, & admin clowns paraded in & out, irritating man.

Mama T-B. had us phone the Director twice with additional questions, suspicious senior she man man.

Director was most patient & responsive, good he man man.

 

We tried to convince Mama T-B. that ex-Mrs.-T-B. would help her decorate the place, si man.

We can furnish it as possible with her current stuff, put rest in storage man.

However, we will need a hospital bed, egad man.

Nooser Practitioner (whom we phoned after hours) suggested ways, si man.

We will caucus with someone on Tuesday, caucus we man.

 

We finally left Mama T-B. after Many (2+2+2) p.m., depart we man.

We did some admin tasks at her casa, slow but achieved man.

We got a text that Uncle T-B.'s Rx was ready at Walgreens, just down road man.

We up-picked this & something else & took those + the formerly missing undershirts to him, deliver we man.

 

Uncle T-B. was upset and worried, kept in dark senior he man man.

We briefed him, gave him his stuff, organized his pills, & made him put on his newly ordered shoes, si man.

We gingerly up-picked the nasty old shoes and trash-bagged them, very good riddance man.

We were pleased to see that he was wearing the new pants that we'd gotten him, no constrict calves man.

We need to cancel his crucial doctor caucus tomorrow, no way we can do it man.

We must out-figure some way to get his Home Health episodes renewed now, need doc's approval man.

 

Returned to casa at deep dusk, return we man.

Frantic miu was "starving," miu-bowl bereft of miu-food man.

We fed miu and curbsided the garbage, si man.

Din-din was 2 nuked Costco burritos, ingest we man.

 

We texted ex-Mrs.-T-B. that we would talk with her after we called Mama T-B., si man.

Called Mama T-B., who kept us on for half an hour,  man.

By the end of that, no reply from ex-Mrs.-T-B., sigh man.

We will never get Mama T-B. moved in time now, no man.

 

No party with or acknowledgment of the rubias, no cavort or acknowledge we man.

We are rather tired, reeling with fatigue we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Thrilling (?) Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man:

 

Got Many hours of zzz, but awoke with major vertigo, counterclockwise merry-go-round man.

Far worse when stooping or bending, wow man.

Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man.

 

Made & handled probably a Manyzen phone calls, had to recharge phone after 2 hours man.

Got to hospital at an hour before noon, delayed that long man.

Someone whose own mom had been in hospice donated 2 NIP hospital-bed sheets to us, wow man.

Hospice evaluator was waiting for us, really nice dude man.

Sparing the details, he got Mama T-B. certified for hospice, free hospital bed & much more man.

Assisted-living nooser was interviewing Mama T-B. when we finished, another good thing man.

 

Mama T-B. commiserated and lectured us, both in character man.

She sent us away for lunch, cold grilled chicken cubes from overpriced hospital cafeteria ingest we man.

 

We continued to the casa, continue we man.

Demanding miu was serviced, service demanding miu we man.

We took probably Many (2+2+2) more phone calls + texts, run together in a blur they man.

We again charged phone, desperately needed man.

 

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. up-picked us to scope Mama T-B.'s new crib, estimate furniture & decor man.

She & marketing director (a possibly single rubia!) decided on a unit without kitchenette, more space man.

We concurred with this, concur we man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. (on limited time) took us to Mama T-B.'s old crib, scope furniture & decor man.

We measured everything & ex-Mrs.-T-B. sent fotos to Mama T-B. to choose what to move, fast job man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. rapidly opened a pantry & took several containers of bags, all sandwich thought we man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then had to go, so she returned us to the casa, si man.

 

We handled approx. Many more calls/texts, handle we man.

Mama T-B. kept us on the phone for nearly an hour, lecture/worry senior she man man.

Din-din was onecan of baked beans*, ingest we man.

     *from supermarket dented-can bin, financially savvy we man

 

Called Mama T-B. to say that we were going to her old crib to up-clean, si man.

She kept us on the phone for over half an hour, lecture/worry/commiserate senior she man man.

She told us to warsh the NIP sheets, not always necessary in our opinion man.

We showed up and got more lectures/worries/commiserations, rough day for Mama T-B. man.

We were tasked to switch drawer contents of 2 desks and out-clean junk from both, tasked we man.

 

We finally reached Mama T-B.'s old casa, reach we man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had also taken the large trash-bags, oh dear God in heaven man.

We were reduced to using Many -- si man, Many -- supermarket bags, thankfully a plethora man.

We sealed papers-for-recycling in Many scrap flat envelopes, probably 2 Manyzen of them man.

 

Amidst this, Mama T-B. called, answer we man.

She had Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- si man, Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- instructions for clothing her hospital bed in the new crib, Many supplies and complicated as anything could be man.

She kept us on the phone for another over-half-hour period,   man.

She refused to pick furniture/decor until she "sees the place," going to be in a bare room man.

Of course, the lack of large trash-bags meant Many (2+1) downstairs trips to the T-B.-mobile,  man.

 

We out-cleaned both desks except for middle drawers, many office supplies there man.

We found papers of long-moot events from Many -- si man, Many -- years ago,   man.

Mama T-B. is precisely as big a pack-rat as we have been, only she hid hers,       man.

We plan to mention this to her, observe we man.

We did find much family memorabilia and fotos, great to have man.

 

We were there from Many (2x2x2 +1) p.m. till 1 a.m., Many hours man.

As stated, we must still do the middle drawers,   man.

Miu was desperate for din-din, "starving" miu man.

We din-dinned miu, warshered the bedsheets, and took a shower, never needed more than today man.

Must now fold sheets ("Neatly!" screamed senior she man), si and sigh man.

We will get barely Many hours of zzz, wonder if vertigo will worsen further later today we man.

 

No party with the rubias, unthinkable man.

Mama T-B. almost certain to be discharged later today, we will not be rushed man.

And that was/is our thrilling (?) Tuesday, report we man.

[mam521 2,519]

Ahhh....big hugs, @TBoneTX.  Everything is happening so fast and so furious.  Definitely not easy.  Have faith better days are in the future!  Just gotta get through this rough patch. 

[TBoneTX 47,517]

12 hours ago, mam521 said:

Ahhh....big hugs, @TBoneTX.  Everything is happening so fast and so furious.  Definitely not easy.  Have faith better days are in the future!  Just gotta get through this rough patch. 

Gracias, si mam ma'am.  See Thrilling Report to follow, see mam ma'am.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Thrilling (  ) Wednesday-on-Thursday report, see man:

 

We got to bed at Many (2+1) a.m., hallucinatory we man.

We forgot to mention that we found Many sheets of Subway coupons in Mama T-B.'s old casa's recycling bins, little crumb of happiness amidst all this man.

 

We awoke rather too early, alarm-clocked we man.

Stuff was rather quiet through noon, alert nevertheless we man.

The EJC texted to inquire about why we hadn't contacted her, interested EJC man.

We explained and she reacted with sympathy plus offer to help, si man.

We will keep her in mind to help box/pack when that time soon comes, good shared project man.

 

We filled out necessary Resisted Living (RL) admission forms, tedious man.

Lunch was onejar of gefilte fish*, ingest we man.

     *the last of those bought on supermarket closeout, financially savvy we man

 

Mama T-B. & a hospice coordinatrix called separately to predict hospital discharge, call they man we man.

We got some bills paid, approaching deadlines man.

At half-past 1 p.m., we get the call that discharge would be at Many (2+1) p.m., gee thanks man.

We blew to RL place to dress Mama T-B.'s bed, blow we man.

Bed has no railings, how the dickens are infirm patients to pull themselves up man?   

It was explained that the government considers them to be "restraints," disallowed in RL man.  

We saw assigned room in daylight and knew that Mama T-B. would rightfully declare it depressing, yuck man.

We asked Executive Director of RL place to switch her to the rehabbed room that we'd first seen, accommodating he man.

 

In aysheep fashion, we blew down to the hospital, arrive just after Many (2+1) p.m. we man.

No one knew anything except hospice coordinatrix, ambulance late man..

 

Ambulance showed a bit after Many (2+2) p.m., show they man.

It was the same crew that had taken Mama T-B. to the hospital last week, good to see them again man.

We gained approval to go on ahead, head start we man.

 

Got to RL place and transferred stuff from first room to chosen room, transfer we man.

Began caucusing with RL Boss Nooser & hospice nooser, caucus we man.

Mama T-B. then arrived, exhausted senior she man man.

Many (2+2) staff visited with her while we continued caucusing with hospice nooser, parade of people man.

Hospice nooser then had a LONG caucus with Mama T-B., many questions senior she man man.

The RL noosers & hospice noosers will coordinate services, tandem noosers man.

 

The RL nooser will watch on Thursday to see if Mama T-B. can manage her own meds, $Many00 savings if so man.

It was therefore necessary that we retrieve all of Mama T-B.'s pills, retrieve this eve we man.

 

Was finally alone with Mama T-B., now after Many (2+2+2) p.m. man.

Mama T-B. had Many orders and tasks for us, tasked and ordered we man.

We didn't get out till past half-past Many (2+2+2+1) p.m., tasked we man.

 

Between RL & old casa was Subway**, ingest din-din we man.

     **WUOC, financially savvy we man

 

Began searching for the Many00 requested items in old casa, search we man.

Mama T-B. phoned & directed us precisely to where things were, amazing man.

"In bathroom cabinet, lower left, second row, is ___, with ___ on top of it, si man" that detailed man.

"On shoe rack are 2 pants hanging, si man; bring the blue ones if "___" on the label, si man," wow man.

Of course, Mama T-B. added Many further requirements, required we man.

 

Everything filled a Many-gal. lawn/leaf bag, plus armload of hangared clothes man.

We got it to Mama T-B. a little after Many (2x2x2 +1) p.m., deliver we man.

Mama T-B. irritatedly told us where to put things, nowhere satisfactory man.

"I need STORAGE, si man!  I want things OUT OF SIGHT, no see man!" kept explaining Mama T-B. man.

Mama T-B. then had us re-measure every wall, window, & opening,   man.

She objected to placing a highly necessary Many-outlet ([2+2+2]-outlet) tap anywhere, "Ugly, si man!", si man.

She grudgingly accepted placing Many-outlet ([2+1]-outlet) taps, "They're ugly too, si man!", si man.

We were almost too exhausted to go aysheep, but not THAT exhausted man.

 

Mama T-B. objects to having ex-Mrs.-T-B. come to supervise decor/furniture placement, doesn't want anyone to see her Many00% infirm senior she man man.

However, we are Many00% clueless about that stuff, can't be of any help at all we man.

 

Mama T-B. is frustrated to not be able to reach anything on bedside rolling table, infirm senior she man.

She is completely aysheep about the lack of ability to HIDE stuff, must get furniture there PDQ man.

 

We got out at half-past Many (2x2x2 +2) p.m., too late to shop for small needs man.  

Instead, we returned to old casa to do more measurements & pick up Manycans of food, most having "expired" Many (2+2+1) years ago but obviously still good at that youthful age man.

 

We were dead at our casa and had left no lights on, Many hours later than self-predicted we man.

Ravenous miu insisted on miu-lunch, understandable miu mindset man.

We almost immediately drank a full Many-oz. ([2x2x2x2x2 -2-2]-oz) Powerade Zero, parched we man.

 

We do not foresee a siesta in our foreseeable future, no zzz for we man man.

No party with the rubias probably ever again, no cavort we man.

And that was/is our thrilling (  ) Wednesday, report we man.

[Ontarkie 14,947]

Oh boy, I'm so sorry reading everything. Big hugs!

 

 

 

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Gracias, si D ma'am.

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Thrilling (!!?) Thursday-on-Friday report, see man:

 

We got to bed at 2 a.m. and were awakened FAR too early by Uncle T-B.'s call,  man.

"I have a rash all over my chest, si man.  Is it from my antibiotics, huh man?  Should I go to the hospital, huh man?" si and  man.

We told him to discontinue the antibiotics, almost done with them anyway man.

 

We tried fruitlessly to do something (anything) on our own behalf, fruitless we man.

Breakfast/lunch (after 2 p.m.) was onecan of Aldi chili + 2 hard-boiled eggs, finally ingest we man.

 

We firmly told the aysheep Mama T-B. that we would get stuff from her casa, go to Costco for ourself, return to our casa with our Costco stuff, then bring her stuff to her, si man.

 

We spent an hour rounding up stuff at her casa and caucusing with the Exec. Director about the pessimistic timeline for vacating the unit, understanding Executive she man.

 

We went to Costco for Many items and returned with [Many + 1] items, restrained we man.

Unfortunately, we must go to Costco Business Center for Subway gift cards,   we man.

 

Needy miu needed brushing/miu-lunch/miu-treats/love, successfully demand miu man.

 

We arrived at Mama T-B.'s Resisted-Living place half-of-half an hour before Many (2+2+2) p.m., arrive we man.

We told her beforehand that we were absolutely spent and could stay only to drop/store the stuff, si man.

We again failed to leave lights on in our own casa and again regretted it,   man.

Mama T-B. kept us for over 2 hours while she painstakingly rearranged her stuff, bedridden she man.

We tried to grin & bear it, grin bear we man.

She also wanted to know why we hadn't bought her a lift recliner or wall TV yet, inquire she man.

We said, "You told us yesterday that these weren't priorities, no man," si man.

Mama T-B. began criticizing us for not moving any furniture in, waiting on HER to decide we man.

We know the following, see man:

 -- We will kill ourself buying furniture, si man.

 -- She will criticize it and tell us to take it back, si man.

 -- We will kill ourself rounding up Ecu handyman + helper to move her stuff, si man.

 -- She will object to anyone seeing her in her present state, si man.

 -- She will further object to the furniture chosen to moved in and its placement, Many00% guaranteed man.

 

Amidst all this, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called to say that she has signed up Mini-B. for a basketball camp during Two Guys week when our hands are over-full with Mama T-B., what the #### man?!!

For some reason, we think that she's doing this on purpose, inkling we man.

We have demanded a frank caucus about her reasoning, this is simply too much man.

 

After the >2 hours with Mama T-B., we spent >2 hours rounding up stuff in her old casa,  man.

We barely had time to make it to the supermarket to get most of the unavailable toiletries, race we man.

Mama T-B. will beef about the selection, prices, or both, almost assuredly man.

 

Returned to our pitch-black casa and demanding miu, Where The Dickens Were You Again Daddy miu man.

Fed miu but had no energy for love, bereft miu man.

Took shower, highly necessary man.

 

We have itineraried Many (2+1) ESs for Friday and will damn well attend all, 2, or 1, determined we man man.

We will combine this with one or more shopping-trips for Mama T-B., of course man.

Mama T-B. will suspiciously accuse us of attending "your sales," si man.

We will respond that most caregivers are permitted one hour/day to do something for themselves, otherwise crack man.

 

No party with the rubias, perish that inkling man.

Miu is demanding attention, persistent miu man.

To bed ~2 a.m. yet again, who will awaken us and for what this time man.

And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Thursday, report we man.

[mam521 2,519]

8 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

Miu is demanding attention, persistent miu man.

Miu is trying to force you to slow down and take a minute for yourself.  Miu recognizes that you're stressed out but sometimes just taking that time to just pet the kitteh is a great way to take a breath and remember Miu loves you unconditionally.  Miu's demands are also much easier and more self satisfactory, too.  Who doesn't love purrs from pets - easy demand to fulfill and you're unlikely to be told you're petting kitteh incorrectly.  Just sayin'...

[yuna628 9,873]

8 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

Gracias, si D ma'am.

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Thrilling (!!?) Thursday-on-Friday report, see man:

 

We got to bed at 2 a.m. and were awakened FAR too early by Uncle T-B.'s call,  man.

"I have a rash all over my chest, si man.  Is it from my antibiotics, huh man?  Should I go to the hospital, huh man?" si and  man.

We told him to discontinue the antibiotics, almost done with them anyway man.

 

We tried fruitlessly to do something (anything) on our own behalf, fruitless we man.

Breakfast/lunch (after 2 p.m.) was onecan of Aldi chili + 2 hard-boiled eggs, finally ingest we man.

 

We firmly told the aysheep Mama T-B. that we would get stuff from her casa, go to Costco for ourself, return to our casa with our Costco stuff, then bring her stuff to her, si man.

 

We spent an hour rounding up stuff at her casa and caucusing with the Exec. Director about the pessimistic timeline for vacating the unit, understanding Executive she man.

 

We went to Costco for Many items and returned with [Many + 1] items, restrained we man.

Unfortunately, we must go to Costco Business Center for Subway gift cards,   we man.

 

Needy miu needed brushing/miu-lunch/miu-treats/love, successfully demand miu man.

 

We arrived at Mama T-B.'s Resisted-Living place half-of-half an hour before Many (2+2+2) p.m., arrive we man.

We told her beforehand that we were absolutely spent and could stay only to drop/store the stuff, si man.

We again failed to leave lights on in our own casa and again regretted it,   man.

Mama T-B. kept us for over 2 hours while she painstakingly rearranged her stuff, bedridden she man.

We tried to grin & bear it, grin bear we man.

She also wanted to know why we hadn't bought her a lift recliner or wall TV yet, inquire she man.

We said, "You told us yesterday that these weren't priorities, no man," si man.

Mama T-B. began criticizing us for not moving any furniture in, waiting on HER to decide we man.

We know the following, see man:

 -- We will kill ourself buying furniture, si man.

 -- She will criticize it and tell us to take it back, si man.

 -- We will kill ourself rounding up Ecu handyman + helper to move her stuff, si man.

 -- She will object to anyone seeing her in her present state, si man.

 -- She will further object to the furniture chosen to moved in and its placement, Many00% guaranteed man.

 

Amidst all this, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called to say that she has signed up Mini-B. for a basketball camp during Two Guys week when our hands are over-full with Mama T-B., what the #### man?!!

For some reason, we think that she's doing this on purpose, inkling we man.

We have demanded a frank caucus about her reasoning, this is simply too much man.

 

After the >2 hours with Mama T-B., we spent >2 hours rounding up stuff in her old casa,  man.

We barely had time to make it to the supermarket to get most of the unavailable toiletries, race we man.

Mama T-B. will beef about the selection, prices, or both, almost assuredly man.

 

Returned to our pitch-black casa and demanding miu, Where The Dickens Were You Again Daddy miu man.

Fed miu but had no energy for love, bereft miu man.

Took shower, highly necessary man.

 

We have itineraried Many (2+1) ESs for Friday and will damn well attend all, 2, or 1, determined we man man.

We will combine this with one or more shopping-trips for Mama T-B., of course man.

Mama T-B. will suspiciously accuse us of attending "your sales," si man.

We will respond that most caregivers are permitted one hour/day to do something for themselves, otherwise crack man.

 

No party with the rubias, perish that inkling man.

Miu is demanding attention, persistent miu man.

To bed ~2 a.m. yet again, who will awaken us and for what this time man.

And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Thursday, report we man.

Been out shopping for a lift recliner for dad this week too. Looking at 2-3k plus about to rise as of July 1st if you want anything decently comfortable. Deals on cheaper but uncomfortable models of course. Restore had some cheap used ones but who knows what might be lurking inside them.  The chair I ended up grabbing new would take 6 weeks to come in.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

14 hours ago, yuna628 said:

a lift recliner

Mama T-B. refuses to consider one from Bel Furniture, Chinese junk man.

And we are forgiving your two P-Math transgressions, see and si Y ma'am.

15 hours ago, mam521 said:

slow down and take a minute for yourself

Not possible or feasible, no mam ma'am.

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Friday-on-Saturday ES report, see man:

 

We squeezed in an ES on way back from an errand, enterprising we man.

Nothing found, no man.

Total = $0

[TBoneTX 47,517]

Thrilling (!!?) Friday-on-Saturday report, see man:

 

We awoke before the alarm, throw us out of the human race man.

We weighed Many.0 lbs, nearly setting all-time low adult weight man.

Breakfast (!) was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man.

 

We ordered Mama T-B. a Many-inch ([2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 -2-1]-inch) TV from Worst Buy, order we man.

It was Many% -- si man, Many% -- off, financially savvy we man.

We tried to recruit Ecu handyman to wall-install it, couldn't do till Sunday Ecu he man man.

We were able to recruit kindly neighbor to help with TV, see below man.

 

We consummated a lucrative 2-year CD for Uncle T-B., different bank than previously attempted man.

We got/returned the Interest Payout form, monthly income for Uncle T-B. man.

Within 2 hours, it was processed/approved, pretty good for a busy bank man.

 

Mama T-B. called to say that 2 hours prior, she was supposed to have a bath in Many ([Manyzen - 2+2]) minutes,  we man.

We called the off-site hospice coordinatrix, promise action she man.

Later, Mama T-B. called back, hysterical and in tears man.

Hospice crew had manhandled her during bath, hurting "good" shoulder and tender legs man.

We were about to go righteously aysheep, enraged we man.     

Mama T-B. cried about these Many issues, see man:

 -- nowhere to put her stuff, no storage and couldn't reach it anyway man

 -- no one will bring her any cold water, repeated requests man

 -- no railings or halos to hang on to, no way to adjust position or not fall out of bed man

 -- no one to get her UP so she can try to do self-Fizzicle Therapy, no one man

 -- no help to brush her teeth, unbrushed for Many (2x2x2 +1) days in hospital & Resisted Living (RL) man

 -- the head nooser is a "snit," we've also met her and can see that evaluation man

 -- no way to tell which "helpers" are Facility and which are Hospice, no man

 -- employees can't speak understandable English, no man

We texted the Executive Director and told him that Mama T-B. was disconsolate to the max, si man.

 

We mentally planned to go out and bash some skulls, displeased we man.

Instead, we blew to Costco Business Center for Subway gift cards, financially savvy we man.

We stopped at one ES on the way back, weekly streak still somehow alive man.

 

Lunch was at Subway*, worst location ever man.

     *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man

Only words from employees were "just a minute, si man... just a second, si man... just a minute, si man," si man.

They also had no water from the soda fountain, required we man to buy a drink man.  

Were it worth it, we'd have called Corporate, that bad man.

 

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. called to say that she would take Mini-B. to basketball camp if we couldn't, issue perhaps resolved man.

 

Action was apparently taken at RL, si man.

ExDir gave Mama T-B. a giant TV atop an old dresser, that's one tangible thing man.

He personally got down on the floor to fix the cable box, si man.

We suspect that other issues were dealt with, too, suspect we man.

Mama T-B. said that he's a very kind dude, true and thank heaven for that, si man.

 

Stopped at Mama T-B.'s old crib for yet more items, pacify aysheep senior she man we man.

Talked with in-casa services coordinatrix, seize any chance of around-clock care man.

Rate was $Many/hour ($2 Manyzen + 2+2), comparable to other outfits man.

That would be nearly $Many,000/month, not sustainable man.

Went with coordinatrix to ExDir, caucus we and she and she man man.

ExDir could discount rate by only $1 or $2, no substantial savings man.

Coordinatrix will crunch numbers and get back with us Monday, pessimistic everybody man.

We called Mama T-B. to report these findings, agree she man that this isn't feasible man man.

 

Called neighbor to meet us at Worst Buy, call he man we man man.

Uneventfully got TV & mounting, successful we man.

Took very full T-B.-mobile very full of Mama T-B.'s requests while neighbor took TV, si man.

Neighbor assembled and programmed TV, first part easy second part not, si and no man.

Cute young non-rubia Business Managerette, working late, came to help, accommodating she man.

Managerette said that Mama T-B. can freely decorate the inside of her room, positive reassurance man.

Neighbor determined that a tilt mounting was needed, swap them on Saturday we man.

He will return to wall-mount new TV, kindly he man.

Neighbor highly supportive of Mama T-B., much-needed man.

Discussed furniture needs with Mama T-B., si man.

Mama T-B. concludes that only a laptop will suffice, abandon desktop she man.

More room measurements were taken, measure we man.

 

After he left, we offloaded all Many00 requested supplies, most acceptable to Mama T-B. man.

Mama T-B. still frustrated at no storage and having to keep all supplies in bag on bed, suboptimal man.

We promised sufficient storage, promise we man.

 

Din-din was Mama T-B.'s nearly untouched plate, ingest we man.

It was a nondescript hamburger steak, Many (2+2) French fries, corn goulash (?), and an unidentifiable cookie-type dessert, quite average at best man.

 

Returned to old casa for newly requested items plus more measurements, return we man.

We think that a favorite storage unit will fit in new casa, going to be tight if so man.

 

Returned to our casa and hungry miu after Many (2x2x2 +1) hours out man.

Din-dinned but otherwise ignored miu, exhausted we man.

 

We have optimistically itineraried Many (2+1) ESs in vicinity of Worst Buy, itinerary we man.

Were Saturday normal, we could have itineraried a solid one Manyzen ESs, oh well man.

We desperately need to oil-change the T-B.-mobile, becoming crucial man.

We also need to lawn-mow, Two Guys week approaching man.

No party with the rubias, becoming a distinct pattern man.

And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.