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Good morning, friends...
It's been another extraordinary week. I'll try to make this short...lolol...right...
Ruth Ann had her reversal surgery then Larry had his surgeries...gallbladder and bladder. I was running back and forth between the two rooms (same floor, thank God). Ruth Ann got to go home first...I drove her home, got her in the house, fed, watered...lol...and put to bed. She's able to do things on her own. Okay...The next day, I brought Larry home...fed, watered and put to bed...then back out to Ruth Ann's...I do the usual routines, picking up meds etc., then back home to Larry.
That afternoon, I get a feeling to call Ruth. An EMS worker answers the phone! "What? Who are you??, I say..
"Your sister has fallen and couldn't get up"..."we're taking her to the hospital!'
(she was trying to get up into her HUGE A$$ truck to drive to the friggin' bank...she has not been cleared to drive for another 3 weeks!!) She fell onto the ground.
I'm so upset with her here...she knew better than to try to get into that devil truck! But I'm keeping my mouth closed...you'd be proud of me...
Eight hours later, we're home. They found nothing broken. Just low potassium..... I install her onto the sofa (she didn't want to sleep in her bed) ...and then I get a phone call from her the next morning, saying she's fallen again in her living room...
I can't get her up...so her handy man is called, and he gets her back up into her chair...lots of moaning and a few dramatic screams...She's not really hurt by the fall, she rolled...somehow...onto the floor...her knee hurt too much to use her foot as leverage to get back up.
I look at her dead in the eye and say...enough. It's time for a rehab center...she has to get strong again, somehow. She agrees. (heat of the moment type, of agrees)
I spend ALL day Wednesday getting arrangements made... We have a dear neighbor that is a Nursing Home Administrator, and she did all the hard stuff for me (thank God for Tami ).
I then call Ruth Ann...What does she say?? "Nope, I'm not doing that...I will decide what I need..."
Friends, I am so tired...I love my family...I consider myself steadfast and loyal to a fault. But when she said that to me, something inside me broke...I simply and quietly answered her with, "Oh, you will be going...of that, I have no doubt or...as you have told me so many times, "it's your life and you'll be the one to make all the decisions...and I will wash my hands of it all. You'll need to find someone to come help you...I have my hands full with Larry."
( I have no immediate help here in town. Family lives almost 3 hours away)
Long hesitation...thinking about her chances of follow-through on my threat...
"Fine...fine...I'll go!'
It's the first time she didn't scream her words at me, in ages. She's a screamer when she thinks she's losing control and I try hard to keep that fact in mind. She has no friends...businesses are fed up with her treatment of them...she talks down to people. She's even managed to run my daughter off... I usually end up calling them and apologizing for her...
Oh...and as her agreeing to go to the rehab center for two weeks? She absolutely refuses...and I can't pick her up and put her in the car so...I simply and quietly tell her, "Okay". "You know what? You are absolutely correct...It is your life...so I'm going to butt out. You do what you think is right for you. I've been trying to help you for over a year now...and neglecting my home...life...You have a plan? Fine. Go for it. Get your hired help in and let them help you figure things out with you. I love you".
And that's how things stand right now. Oh, I'll still stop in and check on things but as to her decisions? They are all hers...I'm so done. When I'm so tired I don't even know what day it is...it's time to stop.
So... if you've stuck with me this far, I thank you for letting me vent...it's been one long year...
As for good news, Larry's on the mend...He gets up and walks...takes his medicine without griping, tells me he loves me...now he's in the kitchen doing his best to make us breakfast. If I see he can't do it, I'll intervene. He loves to cook.
Me and Ruth Ann...guess which is which...lolol
You can be crawling tired but if you know your grandchild needs something (planned the cake two months ago), you make it happen.
And I did...
Side note here! I bought this at Walmart! I love it !!! It works and the smell is yummy! Just like a fresh baked cookie! No GMO garbage in it either...
And what's a post without my Sloaneygirl in it? She's the one in the maroon onesie...blurry. They are about to have snack time in the classroom. They are doing all types of things...I'm so happy the grandkids are able to afford this for her! Aren't they all so precious?
Our Sloaneygirl...styling.
Well, that's about it for me this week. I'm sorry about the length of the post! I know we all don't have time to read through novels...so...I'll end it here.
Until next time...
