1. Favorite song.
One of my favorite song is “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynard Skynard. Somewhere in cyberspace my profile indicates that my location is in Alabama. So be it. I love it! I told y’all that I was born in the Southern state. But my other uploaded personal files into the clouds indicated that I was born in a “Commonwealth” state. I’ll let the intelligence community expunge my identity. I’ll throw that nice shiny ball into your arena. The reason I brought up the song was due to the association with the INCORRECT state of my location.
2. Hospitalization.
Mom has been in the hospital last Tuesday morning and discharged in the morning of last Saturday. She has been home and recovering slowly. She is able to walk faster with the aide of her maroon-colored, rollator walker. Last Wednesday she was ranting. But her vitals were still NOT good. After the final results showed that they can safely discharged her. We visited the doctor on Tuesday, which was pouring lots of rain! Later that night, we learned that our diet was high in salt, which promoted the retention of water, which is VERY bad on those with CHF (cardiac heart failure). Dad was sick and might have spread his cough on her. She has asthma and the cooties might have gotten stuck in her lungs. Being too weak with COPD, she couldn’t breathe and cough, which aggravated her CHF. Thusly, the creatinine was triggered too high, meaning her kidneys were taxed.
3. Working.
I worked a total of sixteen hours this week ending 01-15-17. Monday was too flooded. Tuesday there was no work. Wednesday was a nice spreadsheet of verifying the ‘stock option exercises’ between two systems. And Thursday today was filing away these ‘stock option exercises’. I saw files but didn’t understand the value. I was already there and understand the emptiness. My access badge didn’t work and Judy W was VERY kind to loan me hers. I’m finished with that project of moving the file folders from the stuffy cabinet into the other cabinet. I offered to ‘audit’ the active files and separate the worker files from business entities. But the client boss lady didn’t want it. I was gonna work with Eric R on 1099s. So tomorrow Friday I’m taking off. On Monday, I’m working.
4. Psycho.
The crazy Filipino bitch was ranting aloud into the night as she made her way towards Cathy’s house across from our house. This incident occurred around 1920 PM. Dad came indoors while still in his black jacket and reported that he was trying to haul both city garbage onto the street when he heard her yakking. In their Filipino language, he told her to [stop] because she is [broken]. So once again, I don’t believe in prayers or religion or lawyers or police or laws. If rapes and abuses exists and if death and dying exist, then this dummy exists. She’s been stalking me again. This morning the maroon Dodge caravan was already parked on the driveway. The garage door was open. Yesterday after I came home, she said aloud, Aye Aye Aye. The garage door was closed but opened. I came home around 1600 PM and pulled out the aluminum bat, which was returned to me from Das Squirrel, after he requested that I drop him off his home nearby. I picked up Mom’s meds prior to the pickup. She has been acting up again by opening up the garage door while I try to go to work.
5. Scanning.
I’m almost done scanning my OLD paper photos. I have some loose photos but got lazy. I’m working on removing the VERY tacky double-sided tapes from OLD paper postcards – Holland, Canada, Japan, etc. I don’t think I could throw away these precious junk. Two days ago, we moved the living room furniture. Mom now has the nice corner slot for her oxygen concentrator, suction unit and other medical junk nearby. I wanted her to have room to park her ‘CHE-DENG’ a colloquial word in Filipino for Mercedes-Benz. Her rollator walker is still freaking BLOCKING my path! I can’t believe these god-damned LARGE furnishes! I’m done! Phooey! I tried to ‘interior decorate’ with feng-shui compliant things. But no! Nothing goes perfectly.
6. Dementia.
Dad is getting old. He doesn’t seem to care much about doing things beyond his routines. If he adds more than necessary, he gets lost and confused. Now that Mom is compromised, he’s picking up the cooking! Bravo! But I’m still doing a little bit more leg work – picking up Rx, following-up on stuff, and scanning. I love archiving. I should work in a spiritual library.
7. Evernotes stuff.
20170108-0106.
Satan: Let’s be friends, Dashie!
Dashie: Fuck that! We’re never gonna be friends, Satan!
20170107-1140.
The diabetes doctor that Mom takes half tablet of her bone meal meds and a full dose next week on empty stomach. But the PCP said stop it until further notice.
20170107-1139.
The diabetes doctor said to inccrease the dosage to 24 in the AM and 18 in the PM. Then during the downpour in the parking lot a few days later, he said 26 AM and 13 PM to make it easier. It’s a good thing the drizzle wasn’t so bad because he didn’t have his umbrella.
20170107-1137.
30 in AM and 17 in PM.
20170104-1116.
Mucinex liquid added to CPAP. Good stuff for inhalation treatment.
Mom wore:
COVIDIEN Kendall SCD, Sequential Compression, Comfort Sleeves, Knee Length, Medium, REF # 74022, W0109297, Lot 62830k-01d
(But we learned that the PCP is correct, our diet is TOO salty!)
20170102-0017.
Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness
“Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate rains with which we have had to contend,” it read. “Grant us fair weather for Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call Thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies, and establish Thy justice among men and nations. Amen.”
20161230-1153.
Baby bok choy, green onion for porridge, half cut ox tails. This is sample grocery list for DeCA shopping.
20161225-0235.
Satan: Fuck your giveaway, Dashie!
Dashie: No! Fuck you, Satan! You’re just jealous because you’re NOT getting anything!
20161224-0945.
TNT uses the platform of religious organizations, which in turn recruits, such as singing groups. Suckers at all levels. I recall a Filipina assume that we TNT and Mom blindly gave her the home number, of which an old lady called and needed a place to stay. Sheesh.
(TNT is a Filipino word for ‘tago-ng-tago’, meaning hiding illegal immigrants such Juan via that crazy Filipino bitch living adjacent to us. I believe lots of Filipinos are here illegally as are the Chinese who charge $10 per night to house overly stuffed humanz.)
20161222-1955.
Dad reported that good CPAP machine registered his awake time as 0444 am! Sync.
20161222-1836.
Veiled Filipino church lady, had to keep door closed. Her family fighting over Trump winning. Mom reported to me about a couple – short Filipina and her tall black husband, who sit in front of us in the church. She wants to invite them to McD to learn more about these family bickerings. We have such disruptions at the homefront regarding variances in political views.
20170112-2320. This concludes whatever notes and incoming thoughts for the night. Overall, y’all suck. I love the rain and this is probably due to turning off Shrimpsei’s imperfectly designed purplish pyramid during Mom’s hospitalization. I’ve organized the various electrical cords into a power strip, which I wrapped around the leg to a homemade television table located in our bedroom. I used a simple twine string and wrapped it secured higher so that Mom doesn’t have to reach downward to turn on the switch. I did the same with a power surge protector for another television set sitting atop a homemade table made outta old wood and painted white like the other bedroom table. But this one is located in the dining room near the parakeets.
8. Parakeets.
I’ve not been interacting with the parakeet brothers due to my scanning project, chores, and caregiving. I keep them in their cage to avoid ‘flu-like’ symptoms from the birds. But I place kissy finger through their bar cage. Mel is more interactive than Bud, who is now overly stuffed like his late Daddy, Bully.
9. Assistance.
Yesterday, Das Squirrel assisted in driving my parents to Mom’s ENT doctor. He shopped at DeCA and Pacific Island, where he had to scream for Dad to come back, because he had witnessed how his OWN father got lost in the parking lot again. He helped unload Mom into the wheelchair and into the bathroom. He helped her get dressed. I don’t think he washed the dishes for lunch. Mom actually doesn’t want him to stay too long because all he does is chat with his friends on Facebook. I wonder if they are aware of his lack of giving ‘care’ or a damn in hell.
20170112-2327. Good night y’all and may the invisible Lawd Gawd delete your agreements to suffer death and dying while stuck on this hellish planet. Suckers!
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