Category: In Which We Set Ourselves Up for Mockery

A few days ago the head of a New Mexico dog foster service told me, “All the shelters, pounds, and foster agencies are full up. No one can take your brother’s dogs,” and I replied, “I will give you a thousand dollars if you take these dogs.” She said she would see what she could…

Well, finding Jerry’s more finished novel was one thing (and again, come ON), but today in the bottom of a nightstand I found … A half bar of chocolate from the cannabis store. Medicinal grade. Luckily I had just eaten a bag of Reese’s chocolates, so I wasn’t tempted. It also looked kind of old.…

This hospice situation was very different from Mom’s. It shouldn’t have been, but somehow everything just went wrong. One thing went south immediately. We were back at the house at 5 p.m. to get the wheelchair and bed, etc., but no one was there. (No one was there until 9:30 p.m., but that isn’t germane…

One running joke I made with Dave last week, while he was still lucid, was, “It’s up to you, you’re paying for it.” I had earmarked half the money from Mom’s house for his support. I kept it in cash so I could get it to him but it wouldn’t count against him as income.…

So there have been a number of instances of serendipity. We were in the hospital wondering how to get Dave home by the time the medical supplies wee coming when two of his friends walked in. He was lying on the bathroom floor insisting that he did not want the fire department to come by…

Dave went home and had one good day in which he was slightly lucid and could talk to his friends who came out en masse and cleaned his house. For four days I slept on the couch next to the hospital bed in the living room and neither of us got more than two hours…

As most know, Breaking Bad was set in Albuquerque. I left the house to do battle with CVS (which believe me I will detail if I ever get to a ‘Bad Things” series.) Dave thought I was still there. I made some noise coming in and he yelled “COLLEEN AREN’T YOU GOING TO SEE WHO’S…

Dave’s liver disease and the drugs are all affecting his perceptions. At least I hope those are the reasons why he is confusing me with one of his least favorite girlfriends, Colleen. (Not Colleen’s fault.) I first noticed when he said, “Come over here, babe.” That was followed by “How’s it going sweetie?” That was…

The options for getting to Albuquerque are fly or drive. It’s an 18 hour drive or an 18 hour flight — only I don’t want to share a plane or an airport with the BQ variant. There are shorter flights, those would be ideal. And there’s first class, that would be ideal too. As I…

This will be my third hospice. Each time I find myself saying something brutal. He had part of his stomach removed plus he’s very nauseated, so this time it was, “Will he starve to death?” Brutal even by my standards.