Virtual hugs Sue.
Why thank you wildflowerbudd.
I'm a big fan of virtual hugs.
Good morning everyone
Didn't get to bed until 4:30 AM, but at least I got four hours straight before the baby blues popped open to get another day off to a running start.
TS, the rehydration did eleviate a little of the confusion, but his memory cells are getting all confused between now and previous years. He's lived here for eight years and he no longer associates his apartment as home, and he doesn't know where "home" is anymore.
People tend to think a stroke will kill them. Unfortunately, that's not the most common response to the event. He had four that they know of during that week he insisted nothing was wrong and refused to seek medical help. I kept him pumped full of cannabinoids, high in CBD, during that week, doing all I could to mitigate the damage. Apparently it wasn't enough to keep him all there.
Hopefully he'll make close to a full recovery, like my brother did.
The daughter took him to get medical care yesterday, the finish to a crazy-ass day that started with a clogged and overflowing toilet, followed quickly by a run-in with the landlord. When I realized we had a concern with her uncle I was tempted to call and say "I found the third catastrophe in your day!" but I tamped that dark humor down.
Her response to her "Horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day" was to keep the vape pen on hand. Lol! She's still amazed at the control she can attain between the regular capsule regimen and her augmentation with the concentrates. Cannabis has truly been a lifesaver for her. It may have been what saved my BIL from worse damage.
It was sobering to me to learn I get a nearly uncontrollable panic response from the thought that I'd need to take care of him. Evidentially the twenty years spent running ahead of death with his brother left a deep scar on my psyche that I have a bit of healing to do. I won't be the one caring for him, but it shook me to have such a visceral reaction to even the thought.
I better get past that. The next man I outlive will likely send me down that same path at the end, and I'd like to express a tad more equanimity than I had with Dale's passing. I hear the siren of an ambulance and i wince. Still too fresh to face. I guess two years wasn't quite long enough.
Good thing I know I have about thirty more years to play then, isn't it? There'll come a day when all this drama is fondly remembered ancient history.
I have some plants to tend to. Most of the watering was done at 2:30-3 in the morning. Lol! On with the joyful journey.
I'll leave you with a shot of the closet jungle. DC is a full 6' from the floor.
I'll catch up later guys. In the meantime you know the drill.
Joy. Feel it. Share it. Expand it.