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Al, Update
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Today when Al woke up he was irritable once again. I gave him his medications and let him watch Dr. Charles Stanley.
After the program was over a volunteer arrived and together we bathed Al. He whimpered because it hurts so bad when he has to be moved. I noticed an open area on his ear and he had some catheter issues.
I called…
Al, Update
Today when Al woke up he was irritable once again. I gave him his medications and let him watch Dr. Charles Stanley.
After the program was over a volunteer arrived and together we bathed Al. He whimpered because it hurts so bad when he has to be moved. I noticed an open area on his ear and he had some catheter issues.
I called Hospice and his favorite nurse came out and spent not only time fixing the problems but some quality time with him going back over memories. Al has known this nurse since she was in her teens.
She used to fill a pop machine and when Al was there he would watch her and then follow her through the store. I think Al always thought she was a pretty girl. Finally the owner would have to tell Al to stop and he would leave waving bye and with a big smile. Al and I have been going to this same place ever since we have been kids.
The owner always understood Al’s mentality and I will forever remember how kind everyone in the store was to him.
Even as of months back I would take Al in his wheelchair to go in and visit and eat in their lunch counter. No one went without saying hello to Al and asking how he was.
So the time between the two was special today. There was some two-sided conversation too. Al was able to say the name of the store. I don’t know about the nurse but I could hear Al sobbing from the living room.
Other visitors came today also and I have to say there were tears and hand holding and pizza shared. Conversations turned to God and before I knew it we were sharing our own Bible study right here in my living room.
Later the door opened and a surprise visitor came in. It was my friend. I had insisted she did not come up, but she usually doesn’t listen to me. I am not the happiest girl in the whole USA, and there are times that being alone is better than ruining others days.
Al has made it pretty clear through his gibberish talk that he wants to go to heaven pretty bad. Sometimes we could hear him ask how does he go to heaven?
It was just then that a minister knocked on the door.
I let him in and he went straight to Al’s room and prayed for him. Al had quite a few visitors today.
There were many emotions running through the house. Al’s oxygen levels continue to drop. He didn’t get much sleep today.
I was just in there offering him supper. He did eat a small jar of baby food. I was not surprised as he had not eaten lunch.
He began to cry and jabber again but this time I couldn’t understand anything. I hope he was praying and I hope God is listening.
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Mystery of the Bedroom
She stood in front of the mirror. Black streaks running down her face. Eyes swollen and red. Julie had been up most of the night crying into her pillow. Her heart was broken. How was she ever going to get past the memory of what she had seen?
Julie worked as a waitress at a small diner in town. She worked the late shift. Not only was it a poor paying job; she also had to deal with the groping of…
Mystery of the Bedroom
She stood in front of the mirror. Black streaks running down her face. Eyes swollen and red. Julie had been up most of the night crying into her pillow. Her heart was broken. How was she ever going to get past the memory of what she had seen?
Julie worked as a waitress at a small diner in town. She worked the late shift. Not only was it a poor paying job; she also had to deal with the groping of the late-night drunks. She was the only waitress last night. Her co-worker had called off again. She hated her. Always calling off but Julie was pretty sure she was sleeping with the boss.
The cook always gave Julie the shivers. That crooked smile and one of his eyes always seemed to follow her when she walked. She hated this job, but she needed the money. Bill, her boyfriend had got hurt at his work. He was not going to be able to return to work until he got the doctor’s signature on the release papers.
Julie had been carrying a heavy load. She went to a tech school in the mornings part-time. Paying the bills was a strain now that she was carrying the entire load. Julie was so exhausted when she got off work tonight.
She walked the few blocks towards the apartment she and Bill lived in. She turned the key quietly knowing Bill was probably asleep at this time of night. Laying her keys and purse on the table she sat down on the couch and took her shoes off.
Rubbing her feet she stretched her toes out. She stood up and walked to the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge. Grabbing a cigarette she went back to the couch and flopped down. She just wanted to relax before climbing into the shower.
From the quiet of the room came a moan. Startled she sat up and listened. Once again she heard it. She put her cigarette out and went to the side of the front door where she kept a baseball bat stashed.
Walking cautiously she went towards the sound. She stood in front of the door. Putting her ear to the wood she listened. Was Bill having a bad dream? She turned the knob and slowly opened the door.
There in the dim of the bedside table was a woman. She was fondling Bill. Madness took over Julie and she screamed, ” What in the hell do you think you are doing? Get away from my man. You whore, you pig!” Julie still had the bat in her hand and she charged at the woman.
Putting the bat over her head she brought it down with such thrust that Bill hid instantly under the covers. He begged her to stop. ” Stop it Julie, stop it. You’re going to hurt someone. Knock it off. I just got carried a way. Stop it.”
This only fired Julie’s brain and she brought the bat once again up into the air and brought it down hard on the bed. The woman grabbed the sheet and wrapping herself in it raced for the door. Running through it and heading towards the front door, Julie followed.
Julie missed the woman and dented the wood frame. The woman screamed and took advantage of the break to escape. ” Don’t you ever set foot in this house again you slut, do you hear me? Don’t ever come back here again.”
Julie watched the woman running down the street. Once she was out of sight she turned around and slammed the door behind her. She tapped the bat on her open palm and walked back towards the bedroom.
When she reached the doorway the bed was empty. The room was quiet. Where the hell was he? She went to the bathroom but it was empty also. Bill had been hiding behind the bedroom door and he made his move to escape.
Julie heard his footsteps and turned quickly around and began to chase him. She raced after him around the kitchen table and through the living room. The rocker was the only thing separating the two.
” Why did you do it? What were you thinking? Here I am busting my ass while you are supposed to be here healing. How could you do this to me? Didn’t I mean anything to you?”
” Get a hold of yourself Julie. It was a mistake. I swear I never did anything like this before. It just happened. Let’s put the bat down and sit here and talk about it. Let me explain how it all happened.”
” Bill, you can’t explain what I saw. You were having sex with that whore. How you going to explain that to me?”
” I got lonely. I couldn’t help it. All you ever do is work and go to school. It gets boring here without you baby. Can’t you see that? I’m a man. I have needs. I just couldn’t seem to help myself. Besides, it didn’t mean a thing. You’re the one that I love, you know that.”
” Get out, get out now. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get your clothes and get out of my house now.”
He didn’t move. He just sat there on the couch. Figuring out another way of putting words that would get her to settle down. She always was a little high-strung, but now she was just freaking nuts.
Julie started after him. He jumped up and started towards the door. Throwing it open he went through it and was met by something or someone. Down he went to the ground. Blood started spilling out from his head. He lay still and didn’t move.
All she could do was stand there frozen. Trying to figure out what had just happened. How or who had just done this. She closed the door and went to the room that was now spread with disease. She threw herself down on her bed and cried into her pillows.
Final thoughts.
Who did this?
What happened?
Bloggers, give me your thoughts.
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My Brother
Things are no better this evening than they were earlier. Well, I guess a couple of things have lessened. He is no longer crying and this is good. He is still restless. Now he moans constantly. Have any of you ever had this happen with a loved one at the end?
I can’t tell you what kind of moan it is. It could be a moan to God. It may be a moan of dispair. It sounds terrible and what is the worst…
Who I am 