Our buyers backed out today. They are no longer interested in our house. Feel kind of numb. A realtor brought two men through the house late this morning, then our Realtor called with the news of the withdrawl of the potential buyers...
I slept most of the afternoon...
Tomorrow is another day...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The power of my 82 year old Mother...
Yesterday, after Mom got off work and ate her lunch, she went to the nursing home to visit Dad. She found him sitting in the hallway, in his wheel chair, with his eyes closed. She touched him gently on the shoulder and he smiled when he opened his eyes to see his wife...
She asked if he would like to go out on the patio and he was happy to go. Mom asked if he had enjoyed his visit with my sister and brother the day before, and he told her he had a wonderful time...
Dad looked into her eyes and apologised for yelling at her on the phone Saturday night. Mom was amazed he would remember something four days prior!! He had never done that before. She told him how much the phone calls upset her and he smiled, saying he was sorry.
Dad began to talk of a special car radio that can pick up information and personal information for everyone living on their street...even my sisters. Mom tried telling him my sister did not live on their street...and he looked confused and asked what she was talking about...
Mom tried to change the subject whenever he would go off on another negative tangent...Mom has had some real difficult times with Dad and he has said things to her that no one, especially a wife would want to hear. I think Mom gets a bit panicy when he seems to be going down that familiar ominous road and becomes very upset. I can't blame her. I cannot imagine seeing my husband in such a situation...it HAS TO BE very unnerving and a tremendous emotional challenge.
Dad told her he had been up all night and was very tired... He told her there was a show tonight, and he would be singing. He told her he had a wonderful lunch...and then when she asked, he could not remember a thing he had eaten.
They stayed out on the patio for a good 45 minutes before she could see he was clearly exhausted and needed to go back to his room to rest. Mentally and emotionally, Mom was pretty pooped herself. One of the Aides saw her wheeling Dad back toward the building, and came out to help her. He told her he would take over from here after she informed the Aide how tired Dad was. So after she kissed Dad good bye, she watched as the Aide joked with Dad and had him chuckling as he wheeled Dad back to his room...
Mom made the rounds with the staff, collecting hugs and chatting. Hugs from the staff, along with their genuine concern do so much to lift up Mom after a tough visit... She has a lot going on this week so today was the only day she could visit.
Mom has a church retreat planned to San Diego the end of this week. She was reluctant to go, but we all encouraged her to go and get away. I know she needs it...
This past Sunday, at her church, one of her male friends was speaking with a woman who looked like she was crying. Mom picked up from his worried glance toward her, that he was in uncomfortable territory. Mom walked over and gave him one of her legendary hugs. He hugged her with great relief and introduced Mom to the woman he had been talking to.
The woman's husband also had Alzheimer's. She recently placed him in a home care situation. Licensed care takers out of their homes, care for their residents. Her husband was one of six. The woman was riddled with guilt, remorse, anger, rage....and clearly was so upset, she had no qualms in crying in front of strangers or in public.
Mom spoke with her as only my Mom can. She was able to give her relief and comfort, because ten months ago, she was in the same emotional boat. She listened to the woman's story and shared her own. She encouraged her to come to her Support Group. The woman said her daughter was encouraging her to go but she felt so lost. Mom shared that both my sister and I had encouraged Mom to attend a support group.
Mom gave the Support Group information to the woman, and gently laid her hand on the woman's knee,
"You need to get yourself a life, so you can be strong through this."
Mom encouraged her by repeating the Three C's of a Caretaker...
"I didn't cause it, I can't control it and I can't cure it."
She asked if he would like to go out on the patio and he was happy to go. Mom asked if he had enjoyed his visit with my sister and brother the day before, and he told her he had a wonderful time...
Dad looked into her eyes and apologised for yelling at her on the phone Saturday night. Mom was amazed he would remember something four days prior!! He had never done that before. She told him how much the phone calls upset her and he smiled, saying he was sorry.
Dad began to talk of a special car radio that can pick up information and personal information for everyone living on their street...even my sisters. Mom tried telling him my sister did not live on their street...and he looked confused and asked what she was talking about...
Mom tried to change the subject whenever he would go off on another negative tangent...Mom has had some real difficult times with Dad and he has said things to her that no one, especially a wife would want to hear. I think Mom gets a bit panicy when he seems to be going down that familiar ominous road and becomes very upset. I can't blame her. I cannot imagine seeing my husband in such a situation...it HAS TO BE very unnerving and a tremendous emotional challenge.
Dad told her he had been up all night and was very tired... He told her there was a show tonight, and he would be singing. He told her he had a wonderful lunch...and then when she asked, he could not remember a thing he had eaten.
They stayed out on the patio for a good 45 minutes before she could see he was clearly exhausted and needed to go back to his room to rest. Mentally and emotionally, Mom was pretty pooped herself. One of the Aides saw her wheeling Dad back toward the building, and came out to help her. He told her he would take over from here after she informed the Aide how tired Dad was. So after she kissed Dad good bye, she watched as the Aide joked with Dad and had him chuckling as he wheeled Dad back to his room...
Mom made the rounds with the staff, collecting hugs and chatting. Hugs from the staff, along with their genuine concern do so much to lift up Mom after a tough visit... She has a lot going on this week so today was the only day she could visit.
Mom has a church retreat planned to San Diego the end of this week. She was reluctant to go, but we all encouraged her to go and get away. I know she needs it...
This past Sunday, at her church, one of her male friends was speaking with a woman who looked like she was crying. Mom picked up from his worried glance toward her, that he was in uncomfortable territory. Mom walked over and gave him one of her legendary hugs. He hugged her with great relief and introduced Mom to the woman he had been talking to.
The woman's husband also had Alzheimer's. She recently placed him in a home care situation. Licensed care takers out of their homes, care for their residents. Her husband was one of six. The woman was riddled with guilt, remorse, anger, rage....and clearly was so upset, she had no qualms in crying in front of strangers or in public.
Mom spoke with her as only my Mom can. She was able to give her relief and comfort, because ten months ago, she was in the same emotional boat. She listened to the woman's story and shared her own. She encouraged her to come to her Support Group. The woman said her daughter was encouraging her to go but she felt so lost. Mom shared that both my sister and I had encouraged Mom to attend a support group.
Mom gave the Support Group information to the woman, and gently laid her hand on the woman's knee,
"You need to get yourself a life, so you can be strong through this."
Mom encouraged her by repeating the Three C's of a Caretaker...
"I didn't cause it, I can't control it and I can't cure it."
Monday, April 19, 2010
Checkers, anyone??
Yesterday, my sister and brother arrived at the nursing home to visit Dad, just as Dad and I were finishing our phone conversation...
They all hugged hello and then asked Dad if he would like to go out on the patio. On their way out, they saw Doctor Doctor and waved to her...
My brother asked if Dad would like to play Checkers and Dad was excited to play. Dad chose black and my brother took red. They had only been playing a few minutes when Doctor Doctor appeared with some coffee, and a piece of chocolate cake with a fork. Intent on the game, Dad grabbed the cake, ignoring the fork on the plate, and began to devore the dessert.
My sister joked, saying, "Guess it is a crumb cake" as my brother and she watched a pile on chocolate cumbs tumble into Dad's lap. Dad was too engrossed in the game to notice...
Dad was telling my sister about his room mates, how much he enjoyed them and how well they all got along. My brother took out his cell phone and began to video the conversation...
One of the nurses joined them on the patio with Dad's meds. She told Dad, "Doctor Doctor said for you to take your medication", so Dad popped the cup of pills into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp and chased it down with a small cup of Ensure.
After about 3o minutes, Dad grew tired. Dad had already had successfully "King'd" four of his checkers to my brothers, two, so my brother graciously conceded that Dad had won. My brother remarked at how "present" and coherent Dad was. There were brief comments from Dad about how the staff could read their minds and how he and his room mates could finish one another's sentences...
They could tell he was exhausted, and before they could wheel him back in, one of the Aides came out to ask if he could take Dad to his room to rest. They hugged, sharing their love and kissed Dad good bye...
My brother was impressed and relieved. Both he and my sister left happily... Both of them appreciated the great visit they had shared...
They all hugged hello and then asked Dad if he would like to go out on the patio. On their way out, they saw Doctor Doctor and waved to her...
My brother asked if Dad would like to play Checkers and Dad was excited to play. Dad chose black and my brother took red. They had only been playing a few minutes when Doctor Doctor appeared with some coffee, and a piece of chocolate cake with a fork. Intent on the game, Dad grabbed the cake, ignoring the fork on the plate, and began to devore the dessert.
My sister joked, saying, "Guess it is a crumb cake" as my brother and she watched a pile on chocolate cumbs tumble into Dad's lap. Dad was too engrossed in the game to notice...
Dad was telling my sister about his room mates, how much he enjoyed them and how well they all got along. My brother took out his cell phone and began to video the conversation...
One of the nurses joined them on the patio with Dad's meds. She told Dad, "Doctor Doctor said for you to take your medication", so Dad popped the cup of pills into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp and chased it down with a small cup of Ensure.
After about 3o minutes, Dad grew tired. Dad had already had successfully "King'd" four of his checkers to my brothers, two, so my brother graciously conceded that Dad had won. My brother remarked at how "present" and coherent Dad was. There were brief comments from Dad about how the staff could read their minds and how he and his room mates could finish one another's sentences...
They could tell he was exhausted, and before they could wheel him back in, one of the Aides came out to ask if he could take Dad to his room to rest. They hugged, sharing their love and kissed Dad good bye...
My brother was impressed and relieved. Both he and my sister left happily... Both of them appreciated the great visit they had shared...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Semper Fi...Dad is a Marine...
I was concerned with Dad's outburst last night with Mom. We had company and my dry socket with lack of sleep, ended the evening so much earlier than I wanted...so when she called, in addition to her email, I knew she needed to talk. Unfortunately, it was a brief conversation once she discovered we had company.
I called the nursing home this morning to check on Dad. The nurse explained Dad was "out of sorts" yesterday, and "not being himself". Dad was refusing any assistance or meds unless his Angel Doctor Doctor would give it to him...( I called Mom back after my phone visit with Dad to make up for our short talk last night...)
The nurse told me Dad was much better today and was in activities. I asked if I could please speak with him. She told me she would get him and then disconnected me. I called back and when I got her again, she apologised profusely.
Dad came on the line, "Hello Donna Dee". I asked if he had been in church and he replied, "I am fine...I feel good!"... I let it go...
He went on to explain to me there was a special Marine Corps deal going on this week...He told me he could have been away a long time, and couldn't remember. I told him, "It was OK...he was being honored and that was the important thing". He agreed with me...
He sounded so "normal". His voice rested and calm and he shared how "its all about the basis of love". "Love has to come first." "God wants us to know this and it is so important to share with others..." His voice choked a bit when he told me, "Laying down my life for Him, is letting Him know how much I love Him."
I agreed, telling him how important that was to remember and how he had taught me so much about God. I told him when we don't have the love of God in our lives we are lost and when we do have his love inside us, we are found and are saved. His voice softened and warmed me from the inside out as he agreed with me and said, "That's right, Dear"...
He then told me about all the ladies and how happy they are to see him and how happy he is to see them. He had a huge smile on his face...I could just visualize his face smiling and happy...
He told me, "Remember honey, we just have to TAKE IT EASY..." I found that so ironic, that he does not know any of the turmoil going on in our lives right now, but his Fatherly advice was so needed and so apropo...
He suddenly began to make his growling sound...which we all know means he is urinating in his diapers...
I asked if he needed to have me let him go so he could get changed, and he was still growling, saying, " it stings when it first starts..."
Then, he was fine, telling me he wanted apples, because it was the best time to eat apples...
He wanted me to know both the day and night staff watch out for him and take such good care of him. Right now, they were helping him to find his room. He told me how he loves his room and gets along so well with both his room mates...
He said something about "Intercourse", which came out of no where, and I did not register what he said... because the next minute his voice perked up and he told me, "Here comes my love..." and I knew he meant his Angel, Doctor-Doctor (his favoirte nurse). Dad always refers to Mom as, "My dear wife, the most beautiful woman in the world." I asked if I could speak with her...and he put her on the line.
I greeted her and made pleasantries as I have seen or spoken with her in awhile...then I told her what Dad had told me, so she could let the doctor know ao he could order tests for Dad. He might have another urinary tract infection. Getting him to drink water is only successful, when we offer it to him. He does not seem to initiate it himself.
She assured me she would take care of him and make sure he gets plenty of fluids. She asked if I would tell the charge nurse about the concern for the UI because she was assigned to another unit and had just come to visit Dad. She got the charge nurse on the line and I told her, then she passed me back to Dad...
Dad told me he was "On a big flat top ship now"... I asked him, "An air craft carrier?" "Yes! That is what it's called. I always think of our dear friend G..., who is a pilot. I am going to ask him for lessons..." Dad referred to a close family friend who Mom corresponds with regularly via email. I used to babysit his Father...
When G...was on leave and had come to visit Mom and Dad (before Dad went into the nursing home), Mom had written him about Dad being a survivor of the Battle of Tarawa. G...has been a student of Marine battles since College and felt the Battle of Tarawa was the deciding battle in WW II. He had never met a 2nd Division Marine (which is the Division of Marines who fought in Tarawa) who had fought this particular battle, until my Father. He was anxious to meet Dad for that very reason.
When G...asked Dad about the battle, Dad held G...'s attention as he remembered his tour in vivid detail. G...was spellbound. When Dad finished his story, G...., now a Marine Fighter Pilot with Majors rank, flying in F-16s, who is now training pilots to land and take off on aircraft carriers; stood and saluted my Father and thanked him for serving our country. As G.. stood in erect salute, he proudly gave Dad the Marine Corps motto, "Semper Fi!" Dad returned the motto to him and they both hugged.
I cried when Mom related the story to us....several of us did. Dad has never spoken of the War, or Tarawa, but after sharing it with G..., he opened up to all us about his War experiences.... (That's another post, another day...)
Dad's mood suddenly changed again, and he told me of a group who sneaks in a night trying to kill them..."I can't see them, but I can feel them..." he told me. I knew our conversation about the War had probably triggered him to go back to his "combat mode".... Dad did that alot when he was first taken to the hospital.
I asked if his Angel was still nearby, and I could see him smile again by the way he told me his Goldilocks was still there and she would always take the best care of him...she is his Doctor-Doctor".
I wanted to keep him positive and smiling, so I told him my husbands sends his love and wanted me to tell him, he still has his "excellent fingers". Dad's spontaneous laughter rippled through my heart and gave me such joy to hear him laughing so hard...(see post from 4-8-10 to understand...)
His voice happy from laughter, I heard him say, "Oh my gosh! Here comes Holl Doll and S......" (my sister and second to youngest brother). Dad told me my sister wanted to talk with me. She got on the line and I told her their timing was perfect! She said they had brought a game of Checkers to play with him.
I know they will have a great visit and I look forward to hearing all about it...
I called the nursing home this morning to check on Dad. The nurse explained Dad was "out of sorts" yesterday, and "not being himself". Dad was refusing any assistance or meds unless his Angel Doctor Doctor would give it to him...( I called Mom back after my phone visit with Dad to make up for our short talk last night...)
The nurse told me Dad was much better today and was in activities. I asked if I could please speak with him. She told me she would get him and then disconnected me. I called back and when I got her again, she apologised profusely.
Dad came on the line, "Hello Donna Dee". I asked if he had been in church and he replied, "I am fine...I feel good!"... I let it go...
He went on to explain to me there was a special Marine Corps deal going on this week...He told me he could have been away a long time, and couldn't remember. I told him, "It was OK...he was being honored and that was the important thing". He agreed with me...
He sounded so "normal". His voice rested and calm and he shared how "its all about the basis of love". "Love has to come first." "God wants us to know this and it is so important to share with others..." His voice choked a bit when he told me, "Laying down my life for Him, is letting Him know how much I love Him."
I agreed, telling him how important that was to remember and how he had taught me so much about God. I told him when we don't have the love of God in our lives we are lost and when we do have his love inside us, we are found and are saved. His voice softened and warmed me from the inside out as he agreed with me and said, "That's right, Dear"...
He then told me about all the ladies and how happy they are to see him and how happy he is to see them. He had a huge smile on his face...I could just visualize his face smiling and happy...
He told me, "Remember honey, we just have to TAKE IT EASY..." I found that so ironic, that he does not know any of the turmoil going on in our lives right now, but his Fatherly advice was so needed and so apropo...
He suddenly began to make his growling sound...which we all know means he is urinating in his diapers...
I asked if he needed to have me let him go so he could get changed, and he was still growling, saying, " it stings when it first starts..."
Then, he was fine, telling me he wanted apples, because it was the best time to eat apples...
He wanted me to know both the day and night staff watch out for him and take such good care of him. Right now, they were helping him to find his room. He told me how he loves his room and gets along so well with both his room mates...
He said something about "Intercourse", which came out of no where, and I did not register what he said... because the next minute his voice perked up and he told me, "Here comes my love..." and I knew he meant his Angel, Doctor-Doctor (his favoirte nurse). Dad always refers to Mom as, "My dear wife, the most beautiful woman in the world." I asked if I could speak with her...and he put her on the line.
I greeted her and made pleasantries as I have seen or spoken with her in awhile...then I told her what Dad had told me, so she could let the doctor know ao he could order tests for Dad. He might have another urinary tract infection. Getting him to drink water is only successful, when we offer it to him. He does not seem to initiate it himself.
She assured me she would take care of him and make sure he gets plenty of fluids. She asked if I would tell the charge nurse about the concern for the UI because she was assigned to another unit and had just come to visit Dad. She got the charge nurse on the line and I told her, then she passed me back to Dad...
Dad told me he was "On a big flat top ship now"... I asked him, "An air craft carrier?" "Yes! That is what it's called. I always think of our dear friend G..., who is a pilot. I am going to ask him for lessons..." Dad referred to a close family friend who Mom corresponds with regularly via email. I used to babysit his Father...
When G...was on leave and had come to visit Mom and Dad (before Dad went into the nursing home), Mom had written him about Dad being a survivor of the Battle of Tarawa. G...has been a student of Marine battles since College and felt the Battle of Tarawa was the deciding battle in WW II. He had never met a 2nd Division Marine (which is the Division of Marines who fought in Tarawa) who had fought this particular battle, until my Father. He was anxious to meet Dad for that very reason.
When G...asked Dad about the battle, Dad held G...'s attention as he remembered his tour in vivid detail. G...was spellbound. When Dad finished his story, G...., now a Marine Fighter Pilot with Majors rank, flying in F-16s, who is now training pilots to land and take off on aircraft carriers; stood and saluted my Father and thanked him for serving our country. As G.. stood in erect salute, he proudly gave Dad the Marine Corps motto, "Semper Fi!" Dad returned the motto to him and they both hugged.
I cried when Mom related the story to us....several of us did. Dad has never spoken of the War, or Tarawa, but after sharing it with G..., he opened up to all us about his War experiences.... (That's another post, another day...)
Dad's mood suddenly changed again, and he told me of a group who sneaks in a night trying to kill them..."I can't see them, but I can feel them..." he told me. I knew our conversation about the War had probably triggered him to go back to his "combat mode".... Dad did that alot when he was first taken to the hospital.
I asked if his Angel was still nearby, and I could see him smile again by the way he told me his Goldilocks was still there and she would always take the best care of him...she is his Doctor-Doctor".
I wanted to keep him positive and smiling, so I told him my husbands sends his love and wanted me to tell him, he still has his "excellent fingers". Dad's spontaneous laughter rippled through my heart and gave me such joy to hear him laughing so hard...(see post from 4-8-10 to understand...)
His voice happy from laughter, I heard him say, "Oh my gosh! Here comes Holl Doll and S......" (my sister and second to youngest brother). Dad told me my sister wanted to talk with me. She got on the line and I told her their timing was perfect! She said they had brought a game of Checkers to play with him.
I know they will have a great visit and I look forward to hearing all about it...
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sundowner Demands...
Mom got a phone call from the nursing home. Dad wanted to speak with Mom. As soon as she said Hello, Dad voice came booming through the lines, roaring with anger, demanding she come and get him right away! He was firing off orders like some kind of a verbal machine gun, she could not squeeze a word in edgewise...
"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!" "NO ONE COMES TO SEE ME ANYMORE!"
"COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND PICK ME UP!!"
"I AM NOT GOING TO DISCUSS MY HEALTH OR ANYTHING OVER THE PHONE!"
When Dad inhaled or took a breath, Mom gently explained she was working in the house at the moment... and Dad blasted back at her, ' DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME! I SAID TO COME AND PICK ME UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"
She could hear Dad yelling at someone, (probably the poor nurse) tellng her how mad he was...then the nurse came on the line and explained Dad had been "upset and not himself" most of the day... She reassured Mom, Dad was fine, and they would calm him down...
Obviously, Mom was very upset and very shaken. It has been a long time since Dad has done this...
My second the youngest brother emailed her and was so sweet and supportive, letting her know he would go visit Dad in the morning. My sister said she would go too. I spoke with Mom briefly as we had company. We all told her the same thing, not to take it personally...but we all know how easy that is to say, but know only too well, how difficult it is to be on the receiving end when Dad gets like that...
"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!" "NO ONE COMES TO SEE ME ANYMORE!"
"COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND PICK ME UP!!"
"I AM NOT GOING TO DISCUSS MY HEALTH OR ANYTHING OVER THE PHONE!"
When Dad inhaled or took a breath, Mom gently explained she was working in the house at the moment... and Dad blasted back at her, ' DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME! I SAID TO COME AND PICK ME UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"
She could hear Dad yelling at someone, (probably the poor nurse) tellng her how mad he was...then the nurse came on the line and explained Dad had been "upset and not himself" most of the day... She reassured Mom, Dad was fine, and they would calm him down...
Obviously, Mom was very upset and very shaken. It has been a long time since Dad has done this...
My second the youngest brother emailed her and was so sweet and supportive, letting her know he would go visit Dad in the morning. My sister said she would go too. I spoke with Mom briefly as we had company. We all told her the same thing, not to take it personally...but we all know how easy that is to say, but know only too well, how difficult it is to be on the receiving end when Dad gets like that...
Friday, April 16, 2010
Ooooohhhhhh my achin' jaw...
I think I have what they call "a dry socket" from my extraction last Tuesday, the 13th...I followed their instructions to the letter...(although they gave them verbally and did not give me a hand out)...
I had my teeth cleaned two days later...(had to reschedule the cleaning from Tuesday when I had the tooth pulled, due to appointments to show our house, so I had to find a dog sitter for Izzy...)
My mouth was sore at the injection site, but instead of getting better, the pain has spread down closer to my extraction site. Somewhere, some how, I have lost my "blood clot", hence, the "dry socket".
I don't want to go back to that quack. He charges for every little thing. No doubt he will charge for "an emergency treatment". The LAST THING I want, is for him to give me another injection!!! I have never had a more uncomfortable experience with an injection!!! He shocked my tongue twice and vibrated his hand while injecting me, like he was jack hammering! I thought he was nervous or having a palsy twitch or something. GAWD!!! It was wierd!
I am going to try light rinsing with salt water... Man!!, I do NOT WANT to go back to this numb-skull!!!
I had my teeth cleaned two days later...(had to reschedule the cleaning from Tuesday when I had the tooth pulled, due to appointments to show our house, so I had to find a dog sitter for Izzy...)
My mouth was sore at the injection site, but instead of getting better, the pain has spread down closer to my extraction site. Somewhere, some how, I have lost my "blood clot", hence, the "dry socket".
I don't want to go back to that quack. He charges for every little thing. No doubt he will charge for "an emergency treatment". The LAST THING I want, is for him to give me another injection!!! I have never had a more uncomfortable experience with an injection!!! He shocked my tongue twice and vibrated his hand while injecting me, like he was jack hammering! I thought he was nervous or having a palsy twitch or something. GAWD!!! It was wierd!
I am going to try light rinsing with salt water... Man!!, I do NOT WANT to go back to this numb-skull!!!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Posting of House Hunting CALI trip and updates...
I have posted the CALI trip posts...so start on April 8th and read forward to April 11th...
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I had my tooth pulled yesterday...well, the root of the tooth that broke off to the gumline, when they removed my loose bridge. Before I left for my appointment, I got a phone call from a male Realtor wanting to show a male client our home. Instead of leaving Izzy, I took her to doggie day care at the Boarding place while I was at the Dentists and running errands.
Picked her up afterward, came home and we both took a nap. My husband came home and made us all dinner...
This morning, while walking Izzy, the same Realtor who showed our home over the weekend, came by again to show the house, and the male realtor from yesterday, is having his client's wife fly in today to view the house again. Immediately, my stomach dropped and giant manta rays were flying into the sides of my stomach, making me feel nauseous....
Panic attacks used to be a curse of my past, but now, they are raising their ugly heads, chasing me again...
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I had my tooth pulled yesterday...well, the root of the tooth that broke off to the gumline, when they removed my loose bridge. Before I left for my appointment, I got a phone call from a male Realtor wanting to show a male client our home. Instead of leaving Izzy, I took her to doggie day care at the Boarding place while I was at the Dentists and running errands.
Picked her up afterward, came home and we both took a nap. My husband came home and made us all dinner...
This morning, while walking Izzy, the same Realtor who showed our home over the weekend, came by again to show the house, and the male realtor from yesterday, is having his client's wife fly in today to view the house again. Immediately, my stomach dropped and giant manta rays were flying into the sides of my stomach, making me feel nauseous....
Panic attacks used to be a curse of my past, but now, they are raising their ugly heads, chasing me again...
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Mom got a phone call message on her machine today about Dad. They told her Dad had lost 5 pounds and had a cut on his toe.
I thought he looked more gaunt on my last visit.
Mom is going to call the nursing home or go in to see what is going on...
Once again...they are back to NOT CALLING ME!!!
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