Oh, (((
Harriet & HRH))) I'm so sorry Steve has had a setback. I think it will be good for HRH to visit with him, whether at your home or his -- it won't matter so much where you are, and maybe on another day Steve can have some sort of outing -- maybe a shorter trip than a social call might involve.
I certainly can relate to duncle's joy at not having to see the cardiologist for a year! That was always a happy day for dh!
I'm also so glad people in your area are visiting at all! One of my friends at church has a son in Boone, and they are having a really hard time, and of course the pictures we see on the news are just so heartbreaking. I can't even imagine what the clean up efforts will involve.
I think I mentioned that my cousins in Asheville are okay, thank goodness. The daughter can't get to her parents and brother, and cell service is spotty, but she knows they are all okay.
Sounds like an interesting neighborhood,
Nancy.
Glad it was apparently resolved.
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Blessed))) I'm sorry your mom's words got to you. My dad used to say things that would nag at my mind for days... and he was 100% clear-headed, and only 73 when he passed away. I don't think he ever realized how much his criticisms would stay with me. And my dmom has told me so many times that he was sooo proud of me, and I know he was... but gosh, if it came in his head, he said it.
I know I have been guilty of doing that to DS -- and I am REALLY trying to bite my tongue and keep some of my opinions to myself. I remind myself constantly -- they are apparently very happily married, their children are happy and absolutely adore them, the children are healthy, in so much that they are well-fed, clean, have clean clothes daily, and the only real health problems they have are dgd with the Juvenile Arthritis and complications that come with that. It really shouldn't be any of my concern if they do not keep house like I do. I didn't do everything like my mother-in-law, either.
Oh -- GriefShare -- it is a very good program. I had never heard of it until I called our retirement association to stop dh's check. Out of all the people who could have answered the phone that day, the lady who did turned out to be an angel unaware. She had lost her husband a few years ago. She shared Bible scriptures with me and encouraged me, and she recommended Grief Share. It is a nationwide, definitely Christian, non-denominational program, usually offered in churches. It is nice to have a group that is going through the same thing and it gives an opportunity to talk out some of the issues that come up in times like this. My group has 9 people, 7 women and 2 men. Some are like me, they are in the first year of loss, and one lady lost her husband 8 years ago. Some are older than me, and one is probably just out of college. She lost her grandfather, whom she lived with. And of course, no one is embarrassed by tears, because we all have shed some tears at different times. There is no pressure to talk and "share" your feelings, but of course, everyone feels free to talk as much or as little as they want to -- we watch a 15-20 minute video, then the leader of the group kinda guides us through questions in the workbook we have. It's a 13-week program with different topics each week. Last week was "anger" and this week was "regrets."
LadyM, my cousin was complaining about the clerk at Wmart accusing her of panic buying. She said she did have two packs of toilet paper and four cold medicines, but she was buying for her son and dil as well as herself. I wasn't even thinking about panic buying when I bought to the other day -- I always get the largest package, just b/c usually it's the best buy. Usually it's 24 but this week they had 32, I think, and it is still sitting right inside my back door. I may not have shelf space in the bathroom for this much! I hope DS comes over while it's sitting there -- I'm going to tell him I'm going to roll yards and get back all the people who rolled our yards back when we were teaching.
Happy New Year,
Twins! I hope you and your family and friends had a very happy celebration.
Y'all, I don't know about the gynecologist/NP. I mean, it's just once a year, it'll be okay. She was VERY nice, and seems very competent. She agreed with ddil's "diagnosis" that my rash is a yeast infection, but she really doesn't want to treat skin conditions -- but she will probably send in a cream or powder that will help. She was just very adamant that she wants to "stay in her lane," which is treating ONLY the female organs.
The rash on the breast is more a concern for a dermatologist. She also told me she would renew my Paxil but if I ever felt I needed to make changes to that Rx, she would not do that; she would refer me to my GP or a therapist. She doesn't do "psych" drugs. Sigh. I am used to my old male gyno who told me once, "Of course I can give you something for the sinus infection. Everybody thinks I'm only good under the sheets."
I just cried all day... between the Bucee's trip and the gyno, at the gyno when I explained to the nurse and then the gyno that I was emotional because I'm approaching the six month of dh's death, and then when I stopped at dmom's to get the debit card.
Dmom said, "what's wrong, honey?"
I said, "Nothing... nothing I can explain..." and she hugged me and I said, "I miss Dr. M__" (the old gyno.)
And it is partly that, and it's partly guilty feelings about all I went through a couple years ago re: OG, and feeling like I wasn't patient enough or understanding enough towards dh, and just EVERYTHING.
At least dmom understands.
I told her I had to go, and get to church, because "I have to go teach these ladies about finding joy."
HOWEVER -- I got home and realized what was wrong. Somehow, I forgot to take my Paxil last night! It never fails. I am still, after 24 years, still taking only half the dosage prescribed originally, BUT -- if I leave it off even one night, I tend to cry if anyone looks at me sideways or even if my mind brings up something troublesome. And if I leave off a night, troublesome thoughts are more present.
I told my class about this tonight. I may be too open and honest with people, but these ladies are all at least ten years older than me, and they are all widows too. I think they understand. There is one man in the class, who is also a recent widower, but he can't hear thunder! It is VERY hard to be sure he is getting anything at all out of this class, but he apparently has been coming to Sunday School for a few weeks now. He is not in my Sunday School Class.
Anyway, I took the full dose of Paxil before I left for church and I finally stopped crying every time I tried to talk. I called my mom and told her what happened and that she didn't have to worry about me.
Sorry for writing a book here for y'all.
And I'm sorry if I left out The Most Important Person. Y'all will probably forgive me, you've had to read enough for one day.
Hope y'all have a great day tomorrow -- today, actually. It's after midnight in CST.
