It's Saturday morning, and I'm sitting here with my customary cuppa, Miss Thang hiding under my feet so she doesn't get banned to the garage. It's so hard to believe it's November already...
This time last week, I was sitting at the Golden Griddle in North Myrtle Beach with Mom, ordering pancakes (bad girl) and getting excited about the flea market. It was a nice trip, mostly, and the farthest from home we had been in two years. That's a shame, being that the ocean is only two and a half hours away from here.
The exception to the "mostly" came when Mom had a sugar drop while she was sleeping. I heard her talking and bent over to ask her if she was ready for dinner. Her eyes were open and she was pointing at the wall and she suddenly started repeating, "Maser maser maser, wester wester wester" over and over. I shook her and said, Mom, wake up! and she screamed Noooo! Folks, I'm here to tell you, I have never seen anything like that in my life and it only took a split second to call for EMS. I thought she had had a stroke - a sugar drop would never have occurred to me. And I'm usually good in emergencies and don't crumble until everything is over, but I lost it. Thank God for the EMT's. They gave her an IV and in minutes she was back to her normal self. She didn't remember any of it and hasn't had a hypoglycemic episode of that magnitude since last week.
When we got home, we took her levels and they were low over a period of time, so I decided to check me to see if maybe the meter wasn't working right. Well, her level was 52 and mine was 233.
I do believe I'll be good now.
As for Mom, her doctor has lowered her insulin dosage. As for the flea market, there wasnt much there...
As for the week, it ended on a special note, literally, when I opened my email at work and someone very thoughtful had sent "a little poetry to go with your morning tea."
Surprising, isn't it, how small things can make things right.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
AUUUGGHHH!
I knew it, could tell something was wrong the other night when I tried to save the 600 words I had just added to my November Novel. Works did not save! Shoot, and I was just getting into a groove.
How's everybody else doing?
How's everybody else doing?
Friday, October 30, 2009
National Novel Writing Month
Okay, friends and neighbors and fellow scribblers - November is coming up fast, and so is the Novel Writing event. The goal is to write a novel in 30 days (175 pages) no matter how bad it is. The goal is productivity. I'm posting a link here for anyone who is interested. Let's do it!!!!
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Trying so hard not to get the ice cream out..
Well, it's Saturday already. And it's almost over - today was a busy day.
Yesterday was my grandson's first birthday. So hard to believe a year has gone by since he was born, harder to believe how much has happened in that time. We had his party today...was very nice! He seemed especially fond of a blue and green striped shirt someone gave him, and I suspect the child will be a clotheshound.
As much as I loved having everyone over, I hope tomorrow will be more peaceful. There's a lot going on around here, still, and I'm beginning to wonder if there will ever be an end to it.
Mom now has a vertebral stress fracture and a bulging disc in her back, so she's in a lot of pain. Mike and I took her to a bone specialist last week to see if she was a candidate for gluing the fracture, but...no. We did finally get her pain medication straightened out, which has helped a lot.
Yesterday was my grandson's first birthday. So hard to believe a year has gone by since he was born, harder to believe how much has happened in that time. We had his party today...was very nice! He seemed especially fond of a blue and green striped shirt someone gave him, and I suspect the child will be a clotheshound.
As much as I loved having everyone over, I hope tomorrow will be more peaceful. There's a lot going on around here, still, and I'm beginning to wonder if there will ever be an end to it.
Mom now has a vertebral stress fracture and a bulging disc in her back, so she's in a lot of pain. Mike and I took her to a bone specialist last week to see if she was a candidate for gluing the fracture, but...no. We did finally get her pain medication straightened out, which has helped a lot.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Routine
The week has been a fast one - tomorrow is Thursday already. And there's a three day weekend coming up! The joy of it! I can sleep in for three straight days, barring disaster!
Let's see...work. My boss has given me a new responsibility. In her absence, I will arrange swaps with other units. There are times when it's necessary to find one of our guys a new "home", either because he is a security risk or he is in danger from another inmate. In those situations, we try to find a unit who also has a man they can't keep. For instance, a few months ago, two guys went to an officer and told him they were being forced by a gang to execute a hit on another man. They turned over their shanks to the officers, and those two and the intended victim were segregated until we could find a place for them (which we did, that very day). The gang leader was also locked up - but he was demoted, placed on intensive control and was eventually sent to a higher security facility.
After months of having a minimal role in the process, Ms. L. seems to think I'm ready. She even gave me a swap to work out on my own, for practice, and gave me a list of the transfer coordinators across the state. I was so excited!
I had three men to choose from for my swap....none of them winners, none of them even near honor grade material. So I chose what looked to me to be the lesser of the three evils, and wouldn't you know...he is a liability and in danger of being "food" for a certain gang anywhere he goes. We had no idea until he arrived. See, when they want to get rid of a man, those transfer coordinators aren't going to give the whole story. And I am so freaking naive.
At any rate, that deed is done. This is a responsibility I'm not at all sure I want.
Let's see...work. My boss has given me a new responsibility. In her absence, I will arrange swaps with other units. There are times when it's necessary to find one of our guys a new "home", either because he is a security risk or he is in danger from another inmate. In those situations, we try to find a unit who also has a man they can't keep. For instance, a few months ago, two guys went to an officer and told him they were being forced by a gang to execute a hit on another man. They turned over their shanks to the officers, and those two and the intended victim were segregated until we could find a place for them (which we did, that very day). The gang leader was also locked up - but he was demoted, placed on intensive control and was eventually sent to a higher security facility.
After months of having a minimal role in the process, Ms. L. seems to think I'm ready. She even gave me a swap to work out on my own, for practice, and gave me a list of the transfer coordinators across the state. I was so excited!
I had three men to choose from for my swap....none of them winners, none of them even near honor grade material. So I chose what looked to me to be the lesser of the three evils, and wouldn't you know...he is a liability and in danger of being "food" for a certain gang anywhere he goes. We had no idea until he arrived. See, when they want to get rid of a man, those transfer coordinators aren't going to give the whole story. And I am so freaking naive.
At any rate, that deed is done. This is a responsibility I'm not at all sure I want.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Wow
It has been so long since I posted a blog here that I almost (accidentally) created a new blog instead of a post. *Looking around* Things are a little different, aren't they?
Hi to all who might remember me. It has been a long nine months, but here is what has been going on with me:
I think I've finally moved completely into this house now. This summer, we were finally able to move George and Lacy into the fenced back yard with Boogie, my brother's dog. They love it! I bet all that time I was gone, they wondered why they had been deserted. When Jim brought George over, I went to the truck to take him to his new home. When he saw me, I swear, it looked like he caught his breath.
We have spent a lot of time on the patio, watching the hummingbirds. There were dozens of them, and only two feeders. I never realized how aggressive they were, and how assertive. There were several that hovered in front of me and stared me in the eyes. They may have been sizing me up. Who knows?
I have been taking care of Mom. Her spirits have been good, but, physically, she is declining. She doesn't go out on her Friday shopping trips anymore because they take too much out of her. She does, however, believe in the power of take-out, and she enjoys her Panera soup whenever she wants it!
As for me, I'm fine. Just tired lately. I really want to reconnect with all of you, though, and make this a part of my daily routine. It's time to get back to something that resembles my old life, just for the comfort of it.
Hope you're all well.
Hugs!
Hi to all who might remember me. It has been a long nine months, but here is what has been going on with me:
I think I've finally moved completely into this house now. This summer, we were finally able to move George and Lacy into the fenced back yard with Boogie, my brother's dog. They love it! I bet all that time I was gone, they wondered why they had been deserted. When Jim brought George over, I went to the truck to take him to his new home. When he saw me, I swear, it looked like he caught his breath.
We have spent a lot of time on the patio, watching the hummingbirds. There were dozens of them, and only two feeders. I never realized how aggressive they were, and how assertive. There were several that hovered in front of me and stared me in the eyes. They may have been sizing me up. Who knows?
I have been taking care of Mom. Her spirits have been good, but, physically, she is declining. She doesn't go out on her Friday shopping trips anymore because they take too much out of her. She does, however, believe in the power of take-out, and she enjoys her Panera soup whenever she wants it!
As for me, I'm fine. Just tired lately. I really want to reconnect with all of you, though, and make this a part of my daily routine. It's time to get back to something that resembles my old life, just for the comfort of it.
Hope you're all well.
Hugs!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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