Wednesday, August 30, 2006

So Tired (by V)

This will be cryptic and brief.

Jim was a little less coherent today. In my absence, Jim says the GI DR told him his liver values were better and he might be able to come home Friday. Confirmed the liver values comment through the chart. Nothing in DR notes about coming home.

Jim walked 30 foot 2X at physical therapy. At occupational therapy, he took off and put on his shoes and socks before I had to leave for a pulmonary function test at the southside hospital. This is a followup to the whole lung cancer scare/continuing possibility.

I met Jim in the ambulance bay at the southside hospital for his pericentesis. They drew off 700 ccs. Not sure I understand the whole "we can't do this [relatively easy] procedure at the northside hospital." Well, the amubulance company will be getting maybe $800 for the transport.

Between my test and Jim's I had 1 1/2 hours. It was the most relaxing time I've had all week. I talked and laughed with the ladies in the X-Ray area that were going to do Jim's procedure; I had a quiet and filling lunch in the employee's cafeteria, which I just found today; and I browsed through the gift shop, and found a really nifty small lamp that looks like a tree in winter with a bird's nest in one branch.

Back to the northside hospital, and the wife (Bettey) of one of Jim's childhood friends (Goldie), came into visit for a few minutes. These folks now live in FL, but B was coming through town to visit family.

B showed up in the room with flowers. Jim didn't recognize her and told her she must have the wrong room. Thank you Goldie for the flowers; they are beautiful!! B listened to me and Jim kabbitz about his condition for a while. I couldn't understand why she sat there without adding much to the conversation.

OK I know I said this would be brief, but I have to tell you my favorite story about Bettey. She is Jewish; big time Jewish. But when she was young, in high school, I'm not sure what year, she was elected by the other members of the CYO (Christian Youth Organization) as its annual president (or whatever they called the position). Well, once the sponsoring priest figured out she was Jewish, he explained how she couldn't be the president (or even be in the organization) because she wasn't a Christian. I don't recall how it all worked out, but the point of my story is that Bettey is a member of the community, without regard to whatever cookie cutter she or someone else came out of. That is the part I admire the most about her.

Bettey and I walked out to the elevators when she had to leave. I then understood why she had been so quiet. She had never seen Jim so frail and sick, and that scared her. I guess I've grown somewhat used to it. B also seemed to understand where Jim and I am with regard to trying to get through this. A day at a time. Thank you, Bettey, for that.

I'm starting to grow my head hair!! I noticed it last week, and Jim noticed it on Sunday. It's not possible to say yet what color and consistency it will come back as. But many have told us we should expect something different. I used to be absolutely straight and fine, medium brown, but recently more gray than brown.

6 comments:

Alice said...

SEnding more love and hugs. And I know two woman who lost thier hair during chemo. Both of them said their hair had more curl to it when it came back in. So I will be looking for some wavey hair to grow in. I hope things get better soon.

Love Alice

julie said...

I am voting for curly blonde hair..Platinum! :)
hope Jim is feeling better soon..I am glad you got to spend some time with your friend..she sounds great!

Hugs,
Julie

Fairydragonfly said...

One day at a time. Keeping you both in my thoughts. Lots of hugs!

Sheree

DebandGiz said...

We love cryptic! And brief has never been our strong suit either, dearest Venita... But, then, you probably have figured this out...

I'm beyond tired and spent, and Giz is itching to start Lesson 2 with Lily, so will end my part for now... But want you to know I think I love Bettey too! I know I love you and Jim... And I know you know how close you both are in my heart...

Much love and countless hopeful, healing hugs -- and a few extra in case countless isn't enough,
Deb & Giz (And all my tiny little pawpats too! Can you both feel them?)

PS: Mz Giz feels the need to communicate with Miss Lily solo...

DebandGiz said...

Lily, Lily, Lily...

Haven't you figured out by now that size only matters to guys?!?! It's meaningless to us because we girls know better!!! Duh...

Okay, now that I've dispelled you of your petiteness, we shall move on to Lesson Two -- vocalizing your displeasure...

When the guys are being, well guys, and you don't care for it, vocalize your displeasure! Yell it! Grrrrrrrrrrowl it! Simply hmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh it! VOCALIZE it!!!

There are many vocalization techniques you can practice...

1. Disdain... It might be a bit subtle for guys as it's, well, subtle, but if you do it enough, they just might learn... Okay, it's a quiet kind of grrrhmmmph...

2. Greta Garbo... Use this ven you vant to be alone... It's louder than disdain, but not much... It requires body language too... Hmmm... We might have to include this in Lesson Three -- Body Language...

3. Pissed Off! -- This is a somewhat loud/take no prisoners kind of Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowl! Let's practice, okay? Grrrrrrrrrrrr... Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Grrrrrrrrrrrrr-owl!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. Dead Meat... Assertive, as in I mean Business! GRRRRRRRowling... Like Greta Garbo, requires body language to confirm you mean Business! It also requires Volume!

5. Stephen King... This is an advanced technique... It requires vocalization from the dark side of your diaphragm... It can often cause window panes to shake, rattle, and occasionally break... I have mastered this! And once you do, those boys won't have a clue what hit them!

Perhaps I can make a tape for you to practice with... After all, I am the mistress of vocalization! I can scare the crap out of anyone! Just ask my three vets! Just ask their vet techs! Just ask the entire staff of our local ER hospital! Just ask Ken!

If you truly want to learn, Lily, you need to make sure your mommy has window insurance, okay?

Headbutts, pawpats, and purrs -- and don't tell Max and Ennis, okay?
Your friend,
Gizmo
xx oo

Annie said...

Oh, Via! I just caught up on the past week's news here on the blog. I will call you. Love, Annie