| lesley153
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Not only the weather! - but good that it's not too bad.
Have a fun picnic. :)
Reply #2081. Aug 20 12, 11:25 AM
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Jazmee27 
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Came in to play the Globals
About to go read more of "Angel: a Maximum Ride Novel"
Now I really will be gone for a few days
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Reply #2082. Aug 20 12, 6:42 PM
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Jazmee27
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Michael brought Grandma up Sunday afternoon, as he was going for a bike ride with Mom. They were then, after a short stop at her house, come over here with dinner. Sadly, “best laid plans” became… ordering delivery from Marco’s (not that I minded; poor Grandma, however…)
When Grandma and I were still expecting Mom and Michael, around six, my cell rang. It was Mom, telling me about the change in plans (actually, she was returning a call to her, as Grandma kept repeating, at intervals, “Where the hell are they?” Or “I hope they get here soon.” And even “what’s taking so long?”
Tried explaining things after I hung up. Grandma getting more and more frustrated (also sounded hurt/betrayed): “But I thought…” Asked if she’d like me to call again. Didn’t answer, but I did anyway (figured it was for the best).
Again, Mom didn’t answer, but had to call me back. “Every time I have to stop the bike, take the backpack off…” Handed phone to Grandma, saying “why don’t you talk to her. Conversation that followed awfully reminiscent of Georgette:
Grandma – I thought we could all spend time together… Oh, OK. [it was the way in which she said the last two words, so sad and dejected]
Ordered a small fried chicken salad for myself and a small turkey and cheese sandwich for Grandma. Total: $10.32.
Later, suggested we play a game. Mentioned I had cards as well as checkers. Grandma brought out checker game, but kept repeating how “I hate checkers. Concentration kept wandering, so “made it too easy” in order to finish game. Asked her why, if she disliked it so much, she started playing in the first place. Answer: because I wanted to play! Ended up apologizing to each other.
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Reply #2083. Aug 22 12, 1:42 PM
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Jazmee27
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Started reading “Angel: a Maximum Ride Novel” on Sunday. [Tuesday] morning, after groceries were delivered, stopped when I read the question “do you want to be my friend?” Reminded me of another book, this one an audio; I could actually hear the narrator reading that line. (Read on for explanation):
I’ve now listened to two writings that allude to “The Exorcist” by name: one was a short story, the other a book by Ted Decker entitled ‘Adam.’ In the novel, the demon exerted control over its victims by becoming “friends.” (Reminds me of that one quote I read, something about evil requiring a person’s consent in order to be done.)
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Reply #2084. Aug 22 12, 1:44 PM
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Jazmee27
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Grandma stayed here until slightly after twelve, when she began asking where the… Mom was. (Fortunately, a few minutes later she called and asked me to pass a message on: she’s just left [work] and you’re to meet her outside. “I’d better get going then.” I think you better.) It should be noted here that we did something similar when Grandma came last week.
Her appointment was at the neurologist, and it was longer than the one at the cardiologist last week. Like last time, when the appointment was done Mom dropped her off while she went back to work. We ate a snack of party mix and played two rounds of Uno. We also walked down to the mailbox, where there were two more digital books (there were three in the box Sunday, I being told Saturday the mail wouldn’t be there until around six). Of the five books, I only kept three to listen to (and only have one to read yet).
Grandma asked me if I smelled smoke on the way to get the mail. I did, but didn’t call anyone, as I couldn’t tell where it was coming from [at least, that’s the argument Sue’d have used].
Around five, I smelled cigarette smoke in my apartment, and so I called to report it [Tuesday]. “I’m not sure what more I can do.” All Sue does is talk to her, which seems to be effective for a day or so, before the problem’s even worse. I’m sick of opening my mouth but, if I don’t, I just suffer the annoyance in silendce (and endanger my health). Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Reply #2085. Aug 22 12, 1:45 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom was telling Grandma and I of the one night (last week, when Mom had fallen into bed exhausted after taking her mother to the doctor) when Edward, now 18, called her at midnight. He wanted to know when they could go shopping! I’m surprised Mom didn’t singe his ears for that!
I remember the one time when Mom, me and the kids were in Edy’s car, I forget where we were going, and every time he’d get behind a car or gruck going slower than him he had to speed upp. Oh, did I mention he was on a busy interstate where *noboedy was going the speed limit? I remember he and Mom having an argument one time about how long it took for her to get home from school. He suggested (again) that she drive on the road he always used. She declined, saying it made her nervous (well, yeah, if *he passed any motorists going slower than he, then what did that say for her chances as a less risky driver?)
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Reply #2086. Aug 22 12, 1:46 PM
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Jazmee27
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Grandma doesn’t remember much about her hospital stay: not the people who visited, not the therapists and other staff (with a few exceptions). She remembered her doctor (the woman who admitted her), but didn’t realize she was a doctor. She remembered the neurologist, Dr. Narendra Dhaduk (the same one she saw on Monday), but doesn’t recall what he did.
The other day, Grandma was talking to her brother Charlie, who says stuff he thinks are funny but really aren’t. The topic of her stroke came up, and he claimed to have visited her four times. “The last time, you were yelling at me, and a nurse suggested I leave because I was upsetting you. So I did, and I didn’t go back.” In the end, he admitted it had all been a joke (he wasn’t there even once). She didn’t appreciate it (nor, when she told us, did Mom and I).
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Reply #2087. Aug 22 12, 1:47 PM
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Jazmee27
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Georgette called Sunday night. She was returning my call, and wanted to come spend time with me Monday or Wednesday. Sorry, those days aren’t good. “How about Saturday?” OK. So she’ll call before coming, maybe around eleven or so.
Mom came Sunday evening with two containers of pork chops and nioodles and vegetables. She also checked my back for bruises and showed me two exercises. She left after visiting for a while, afraid she was coming down with something. As it happened, though, she’d just overdone it a bit with the activity.
When Melissa called Monday morning to say she’d pick me up, around eleven, she noticed I was a bit nervous about coming downstairs before she got here. I told her I’m always afraid I’ll miss the couch. So she’ll come up and get me. She did ask if the person who took me to the Christmas Party could help, but I explained briefly about Grandma’s stroke. (Obh, she asked if I use the bus; I explained how I haven’t for years. I really didn’t want to get into it)
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Reply #2088. Aug 22 12, 1:48 PM
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Jazmee27
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Grandma called Tuesday afternoon to “see what you’re up to.” She has a roast in the oven, along with cabbage (Virgil gave her some from his garden). In addition, she took two walks and drove to the drugstore for her prescription (she took it slow, and doesn’t need to drive on the highway… so she’s going to drive to the store and pick up some more tea for me—I told her I don’t want her going out of her way or anything (in other words, don’t just go because I want something), but if she got them I’d take them).
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Reply #2089. Aug 22 12, 1:59 PM
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Jazmee27
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Wednesday’s picnic was fun. Ate a cheeseburger, potato chips and cupcakes—one red velvet and one chocolate with peanut-butter icing. Eddie Allwhine sang “Yesterday,” and we played two games: one, called “Guess the watermelon,” sounded lame and so I didn’t play [it reminded me of a story Mom told about me in kindergarten or so: The teacher called her, saying the rest of the class was sitting in a circle, except for me—who was standing in the center of the room with my hands on my hips saying, “I’m not doing that—that’s stupid!”] The actual weight of that watermelon was twelve pounds; the woman to my right, who guessed 12.5, won the prize. The second game, a trivia question, was one I did play [although I guessed the wrong century]. The question was “when was SABVI founded,” and the correct answer (which no one guessed), was 1926.
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Reply #2090. Aug 22 12, 2:00 PM
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Jazmee27
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Sue came up about 2:30 to tell me that, at 8:30 Thursday, maintenance will be shutting off the water. “It’s only for an hour. You won’t even realize it because you’ll be sleeping.” How do you know, I was tempted to ask but instead inquired whether we could expect the fire alarm to go off. I passed along Mom’s suggestion that they turn off the fire alarm system temporarily while they do the work. [Apparently, nobody thought of it the last time until the thing was already blaring.]
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Reply #2091. Aug 22 12, 2:00 PM
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Jazmee27
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Apparently they did the smart thing, as no alarms went off.
Mom has gone to visit Stephanie, who's had a rough few days, including a fall yesterday
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Reply #2092. Aug 23 12, 3:38 PM
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Jazmee27
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New season of "Sins and Secrets" tonight at 9
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Reply #2093. Aug 26 12, 7:09 PM
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Jazmee27
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Meeting in Community Room tomorrow at 1:30
Groceries to be delivered Wednesday
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Reply #2094. Aug 27 12, 10:47 AM
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Jazmee27
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Michael came up for a bike ride on Monday (oh, wow, today’s been so hectic I forgot it’s just Tuesday), and dropped Grandma off for a visit. My walker was making a hellish noise, worse than nails on a chalkboard, and I was beginning to pity the neighbor who lives below me. I had Mom look at the wheels Sunday when she was here doing the wash, and she didn’t see anything (there was some grayish gook in both, but nothing that would have created such a racket). Turns out, it was the back legs, which have these rubber thingies on the bottom; the rubber was wearing thin, and it was only a matter of time before the leg began to damage the floor (just what I need).
Grandma and I watched “Two and a Half Men” and “How I Met Your Mother.” Then Mom phoned to say Michael was on his way over. I told her about the legs, and she reminded me I had extras (I think they’re from when I got the walker, in 2007. I had legs on both sides without wheels [in hospital], and at the Kaplan got wheels put on the front. I’m fairly certain I remember them taking the legs I had and giving them to Mom “to use as back-up.” I also have legs with wheels on from my other walker (I had a red one that we were able to salvage those legs from). I told Grandma, and when Michael came she asked him if they’d fit (they do, but it’s tight). He then put them on (as I later told Mom: “Michael to the rescue.”)
I’ll write a full report of my meeting the next time I log in (gotta go now—dishes to wash and stuff to do before bed).
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Reply #2095. Aug 28 12, 5:08 PM
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Jazmee27
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The end of last week, Mom called to let me know there was a meeting coming up with Mr. Rush. She wasn’t sure on the time—she thought it was in the morning, like last year.
Monday I called to confirm the time, having forgot to on Friday. Turns out, it was scheduled for 1:30 inn the afternoon.
The first item on the agenda was introducing a new staff member. His name is Daniel, and he’s a nursing home administrator. [I forget how he said it, but Charlie Rush said something about how he thought Daniel was attractive for a man—and Dan’s comeback was: “I don’t know what’s wrong with Charlie. I think he needs to get his eyes checked.” In response, when Mr. Rush stood back up, he said, “What Dan doesn’t know is that I define attractive in a guy as one who has more on his head than I do.”]
Next: “The Stoplight Report.” It’s a list of items of concern or comments, color-coded [red, yellow and green, like a stop sign]. Started with “red,” which means “we can’t deal with that now.” [One of the items is some sort of an awning for out at the back door, as it gets really windy out there. There is a list of changes the organization’s submitted to HUD, one of which includes a windscreen.]
One of the “yellow” items pertains to cigarette smoking. Mr. Rush talked about how “studies indicate secondhand smoke is worse for everyone else than it is the one puffing away.” Also said that he’s currently waiting on legal advice as to how strong grounds for eviction are. “If he comes back and says I have the power to evict, I will.” [The lease policy does state that, but it’s complicated—all they have are complaints that someone’s smoking, and though they suspect who it is, that’s not the same as concrete proof, and I’m guessing some of these lawbreakers might sue community homes.]
Other items include a building inspection the latter half of next week and the walls of every apartment being knocked down to make room for piping for the sprinkler system.
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Reply #2096. Aug 29 12, 10:52 AM
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| lesley153
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Sounding good. Wonder if the sprinkler system will be sensitive to cigarette smoke.
Reply #2097. Aug 29 12, 1:18 PM
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Jazmee27
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"Wonder if the sprinkler system will be sensitive to cigarette smoke."
I hope so. **Evil grin*
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Reply #2098. Aug 29 12, 6:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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I used to strongly object when the true crime programs I watched brought up diagnoses of schizophrenia or certain personality disorders. Problem: it seemed to me they were excusing away the behaviror.
As of Sunday, I have a different view of things. (I should qualify my statement with “after speaking to Mom), because I was quite upset at “Sins and Secrets” (no, more like at the defense in that case), but Mom got me thinking.
The facts: A quiet little town is torn apart by a murder by a man whom his lawyers claim suffered from PTSD. (Mom pointed out how some sufferers suffer blackouts, and therefore don’t remember stuff [shame on me for forgetting about dissociation—and double shame for failing to forgetting that, prior to my being aware of there even being such a thing as PTSD, my own flashbacks were ten times worse; “knowledge really is power,” as they say. But another point, which I just thought of today, is: such things are really situational. One’s symptoms could be completely under control in one setting, and spiral downward in another. The example I’ll use is one from this very afternoon: I’m locking my door, and when I pick up my key, my mind flashes back twelve years to when I attacked a young man with a key—it happened once last week two, but I wasn’t sure if I was holding it the same way and in the same hand. Today, I was certain—and thought that, if ever I needed to defend myself, I could just use that, seeing as I wear my keywring around my wrist. Hopefully, a potential situation never presents itself—but there is at least one neighbor I’m already afraid of—some of it’s stuff I’ve heard about her, the rest is one of those pesky association things].
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Reply #2099. Sep 01 12, 7:01 PM
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| lesley153
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I hope you defended yourself successfully, and never need to again.
Reply #2100. Sep 01 12, 7:10 PM
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