Calling All Flower People!


The bottom picture is one of my flowers I planted in the early spring. Although I have watered frequently, it shows that it doesn’t like my soft water near as well as God’s water. If I remember right, it is a hydrangea flower. Over three feet tall, and I have 13 bulbs in all. I am disappointed in the wilting of the leaves, but I can not control the drought here in Indiana.

The top photo is what I am hoping is called Chicken and her hens? I am not sure, so I need your help. Is this what it is? I saw it all by itself, in the middle of spring, and felt bad for it, so I got some potting soil and gave it a new home. It has now grown over four inches in height.  What should I do with it when the frost comes? I hate to see it die.

You see, I love to photograph beautiful flowers, and look at them, but I can not identify them. I can not have them in the house, as I am allergic to fresh flowers. I tell everyone with laughter in my voice, that if you know me personally and are a family member or friend, you will NOT send roses to my funeral, as I am terribly allergic to roses more than any other flower. I promise I will scare the pants off of you by rising up out of the coffin and sneezing and giving signals that I need a kleenex.

Continuing of Rain Showers


 

English: Photo of sweating at Wilson Trail Stage 1

English: Photo of sweating at Wilson Trail Stage 1 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

The doctor’s nurse did call back, and relayed a message from the doctor to me. He stated that one of the side effects from Parkinson’s as it progresses along, is wild sweats. Sometimes nothing else will trigger it, just the disease itself. He also said that Parkinson’s holds two side effects that hide until one day they pop up. One is a lung infection and the other is a bladder infection.

 

He explained that the entire body is going to suffer from this nasty disease, and that for some time the only things I will notice is the bending from the waist, tremors, and freezing, along with slow movements. In the latter stages, he says it is not a common thing for Parkinson’s to take Al’s life, it will be the hidden triggers, infections of the lungs, pneumonia, or some other organ in the body gets infected.

 

He told me to keep an eye on him, and if he continues the heavy sweating, I need to get him in to see him or to the ER for blood work to find where the infection is hiding. Al hasn’t felt good all day, and says the only place he hurts is his legs, but yet he says he doesn’t feel well.

 

He doesn’t want to ride his scooter, or go anywhere. He just wants to sit, and now laying down. He is cold, but probably because I have the air turned on lower to keep him dry, and he is a little clammy.

 

So, I am just watching and have prayed for God to give me a signal if he needs further attention by a professional, and if not, let him rest comfortably.

 

Sweating like Rain Showers


Rain Showers over the . Taken in

My brother got up a little later than usual this morning, but nothing to be concerned over. He came out for breakfast, and I was already drinking my cup of coffee and on the computer. His movements are slow, but he gets his breakfast in the microwave and then proceeds to eat.

As he is eating, he asked  me something he has never done  before. He asked  me to give him a shower. I said, what?, and he repeats himself. A little radar went off in my head, as this was just something he would not ask of me, even if he was the dirtiest man on earth. He has never enjoyed his sister giving him a shower, seeing him in the buff, and I don’t blame him at all. This is why we have a shower person.

I walked over to him, and when I was facing his back, I could almost see myself in his glare. His sweat was pouring off of him, like he was standing out under rain showers.

I asked him if he was feeling alright, and the only complaint he had was that his legs hurt, and this is so common, I really don’t give it second thoughts anymore. His head was soaked, his back. He was cold and clammy, so cold it felt like cement.

After he finished eating, I gave him  his shower. I added baby powder with baking soda to his upper half of his body, and dressed him only in clean undies and shorts. He wanted to put the same shorts on he had worn last evening, because in his words, they were not dirty. I said no, we need clean ones, as the sweat made them dirty. He argued briefly, and I said, I am not budging, so he hushed.

As soon as I brushed his hair and got his toothbrush topped off with toothpaste, I noticed his back was once again in the shower mode. Five minutes after his shower, he was as before.

I left him to brush his teeth, and came out and called the doctor. I told the  nurse his symptoms were almost zero, but the sweat was like rain showers. She let out a lot of questions, and some were negative answers and a few were positive. She said that she was going to  speak to the doctor and would call back soon.

When I get nervous, I clean, and I was a little nervous, because of a thing I call, been too good too  long. We have went months with no hospital stays or big anger issues that required other doctors, so I had without planning, been thinking about it lately. I know it is a bad thing to do, but I do it. It is like us thinking of how good our own car is running, then it breaks down.

So, from the time I hung up from the nurse, I also took a shower, changed my bed sheets, and have started a load of laundry. I cleaned Al’s bathroom, and soaked his brush and combs in boiling water. Now I am sitting here pouring out my itty bitty concerns to you, while waiting for the phone to ring.