Tremor Day


old man winter_4c5c07704689fIt has been an interesting day and yet I have remained calm. Starting with last evening the lady did show up to help. I didn’t get any time to myself but I was not surprised as I was teaching her.

I think she was a bit nervous on making sure she wasn’t hurting Al and doing everything right. Hopefully with each time she visits it will get easier for her.

We had a white ground today but no snow on the roads. Old Man Winter is going to make sure we don’t ever forget him. Al and I have watched today as spitting snow is blowing around. It seems odd that we see the snow and yet the leaf truck is out picking up leaves.

Because I can’t get out anymore enough to work in the yard, all my leaves are laying there with snow on top. I hate it. I like the  ground to be able to breathe and for it to be clean but not this year.

Today Al woke up in a good mood but as the morning progress so did his M.S.A. Right before lunch his sweating came alive. Poor guy is laying in his bed totally uncovered in his brief only with two fans running on him. I feel like I need to wear my winter coat when I go in to visit him.

He ate all his breakfast and all of his lunch. Right after lunch he started complaining of tingling running down his one arm. Now we have had issues for about two weeks with his one arm. He can’t seem to move it without my help.

He will wake me up through the night to have me come in and move it. Today is the first he has said it is tingling. I can’t decide if he is having a stroke or if the M.S.A connections just aren’t working making it tingle.

I listened to his heart and it was racing due to his tremors I believe. I managed to get the tremors to slow down as I massaged his hands. The heart rate slowed down and then it scared me a tiny bit as it slowed down so much I could barely hear it.

He finally drifted off to sleep for only about ten minutes then his tremors woke him up. I just came from in there and there is nothing I can do to get them to stop. It is crazy, a complete wire loss connection from the brain to the limbs.

I made some home-made chicken noodle soup for our supper. I also made some pudding. Pretty easy, the hardest part was waiting for the chicken to cook. After doing laundry and putting it a way, I am going to go lay on the couch and put my feet up.

I sure hope the new gal can do more work tonight than me.

Daily Prompt; Seconds / The Daily Post


Hospital

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Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail.

 

There was a time many moons ago when I was very ill. I had hepatitis. It stayed for a while and then I had my first child. Months later it surfaced again. My parents had to take care of my child for almost a year while I tried to heal. Finally that day came.

About three years later I wanted to have another child. My wants and it happening didn’t happen so quickly. The hepatitis had damaged my liver and my gallbladder. I got sick again and continued going to the doctors so many times I can’t even remember the count.

The problem was the doctors were trying to heal me from the hepatitis but at this time that wasn’t the problem. It was my gallbladder. I was so sick that I would go to the ER for shots that would knock me out for 24 hours at a time. I was so ill that I couldn’t keep water down any longer.

At this point the doctor admitted me to the hospital. I had seven tubes running into my body to keep me alive. I don’t remember what test it was that finally detected the rotten gallbladder but it was almost  too late. I was dying.

The doctor tried to reach my parents, but they were on vacation miles a way. My grandmother became my fill-in mother. She was with me at the hospital every day. The doctor came in to tell me that they could not operate on me. He could not remove the gallbladder. It was too full of poison.

He took my grandmother out in the hall and told her I didn’t have much time left. I was going to die. My grandma told me this later after I was better. Every hour on the hour nurses came in and flushed out tubes. I was fed through IV’s. My stay in the hospital was 21 days and it was spent ridding my body of all the toxins.

I was eventually felt  better but they still could not take the gallbladder out as I was too weak. I went back in the hospital about six months later and had it removed. Only after it was removed could I consider having another child, which I was granted that wish.

After being dismissed and going home I was very weak. My mom and grandma would bring me food every day. The best food was the home-made chicken noodle soup my grandma made me.

It was a golden-yellow with tender cut noodles that she had made herself.  Small pieces of torn home-grown chicken surrounded the noodles. Spices were added to enhance the already fabulous flavor. The broth had the most awesome taste. I wanted to let it linger in my mouth and not swallow it. I made each bowl last as long as I could and I would beg for more when the soup pan was empty.

I believe that this wonderful soup helped to heal me. I will never forget the taste of this soup. Even today after years gone by, I can still smell it and taste it.