Jump to content

Depressing Stuff


Recommended Posts

1 hour ago, maison rustique said:

Just be sure to take care of yourself. You winding up in the hospital, too, would not be a good thing.

Truer words cannot be said! I ended up in the ER after my husband's stroke with an awful anxiety attack.

  • Like 2
  • Thanks 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

18 hours ago, mongo said:

 

i've been posting, evelyn--i just hadn't been reading this thread.

I've been looking forward to your garden updates. How's it going this year?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

2 hours ago, Evelyn said:

I've been looking forward to your garden updates. How's it going this year?

 it's going weirdly: we had a very rainy and grey second half of june/early july. we were also gone most of that time. the plants were suffering from too much water and not enough sun when we got back. they are even now generally all very under-developed relative to past years with more normal rain/sun balance. this week is the first of two with a lot of sun and heat and so i'm hoping things will bounce back. let's see--last year's garden was a dead loss (we were gone most of the summer and i'm not sure the person who was taking care of it had much time to pay attention to it) and it would be a bummer to have a second disappointing season in a row (though none of it would rise to the level of this thread, of course--does the new incarnation of the site have a gardening thread)?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

There is a Gardening section here. Unfortunately it is pretty quiet. I miss my garden (moved to a condo a little over a year ago). Now I have an AeroGarden in the laundry room. And herbs and a couple of dwarf Meyer lemon "trees" on the balcony. One of which I am pretty sure I did possibly fatal damage to when I drove a shepherd's hook for hummingbird feeders into its pot 😒

 

ETA: Fingers crossed the sun does the job.

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Keep at it please!! Love how much your balcony garden produces.

I am only allowed to have 6 pots on mine (and they can't be huge ones 🙄-thanks UOA). Between that, and the fact my balcony faces straight to the West-the list of plants that will survive the Summer is slim. Zero shade from 3 to almost sunset. I wish I'd had a thermometer out there to see how bad it got the day we hit 120 😱

Link to comment
Share on other sites

"Sideways" is more than Pinot.

Husband has had several strange not fully diagnosed episodes.     This a.m. tested positive for covid.     Checked myself -> so did i.    zoom meeting coming up on the hour to discuss options.    Most likely is home hospice.    I need to get across that I can't handle him until he has enuf pt to take minimal care of himself, like get in and out of bed.   

  • Sad 2
Link to comment
Share on other sites

4 hours ago, voyager said:

Very difficult and distressing meeting but husband did agree to a month PT rehab.   

I'm so glad he agreed to this. He'll get more intensive PT in-patient than if he were home and either had someone come to the house or go to an office. And you'll get a little break.

BTW, I know it's really hard to accept help, but take it when offered and don't be afraid to ask. My friends brought us food, shlepped the boy to various practices, etc. It really made a difference.

  • Like 1
  • Thanks 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 1 month later...

My mother has all of a sudden gotten quite sick.  She still hasn't recovered from a bad case of poison ivy she got a couple of months back, and now she has edema with weight gain, is losing her hair, and is experiencing exacerbations of several longstanding conditions.  Many of these I didn't know she had until just now--she keeps everything very close to the vest.  So now she's undergoing a series of tests, and she and Dad had to cancel a river cruise they were going to take around Croatia, Romania, Bulgaria, and Hungary.  They've never had to cancel a vacation before.

Not only do I feel like I'm replaying things my parents went through with their parents, but I'm seeing myself in about 25 years.  For some of you, this will be like "cry me a river", but I'm not ready to be this middle-aged just yet. 

  • Sad 3
Link to comment
Share on other sites

3 minutes ago, StephanieL said:

Not only do I feel like I'm replaying things my parents went through with their parents, but I'm seeing myself in about 25 years.  For some of you, this will be like "cry me a river", but I'm not ready to be this middle-aged just yet. 

I'm so sorry. Here in my 50s, I didn't expect my father to be in the hospital in an isolation ward while my sister and mother-in-law both undergo cancer treatments, but here I am. Impossible not to think about the future while being shellshocked by the present. Good luck. 

  • Sad 2
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Husband is home 9 days now from a month in neurological ICU and a week of rehab after a moderate stroke.    This on top of chemo for metastatic cancer.    His days are probably calculable, but that's a foolish alternative to trying to pluck some joy from every day we have.   IMHO, we are actually living.

  • Like 3
  • Sad 2
Link to comment
Share on other sites

To be clear, I don't focus on the imminence of death.

But it's clearly in my consciousness.

For example, after a friend had mentioned it, I recently decided -- in all innocence,  I thought -- to reread Dante's Commedia.

As soon as I started reading, I thought, this can't have just come from out of the blue.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Hugs for all. Must be something in the air. My husband is also going through a bad spell, which is not to say that you ever have a good spell when you have dementia. He is falling a lot. While I was at the orthopedist setting up my hip replacement, hospice was calling me, asking me to get his bed out of his room because they were bringing in a hospital bed for him. And the surgeon does not want me to visit the facility before surgery with so many active COVID cases and god-knows-what-else floating around in there. One of the night nurses (I think she must be a contract worker.) keeps calling me during the night to tell me he fell. She doesn't expect me to do anything about it, just wants me to know. Well, thanks for waking me up and insuring that I'll never get back to sleep.

 

I think I need a bionic body and super-human abilities for at least the next year or so. So much for ever getting this house down-sized and listing it for sale. One step forward, ten steps backward.

  • Sad 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

×
×
  • Create New...