I'm sorry this is so late in replying, but it's been a bit of a tough week. I did go to the potluck and it seems I got sitting at a table with all older women (I'm not young either, but these ladies are "old" if you know what I mean). All they talked about was their surgeries, medications, their wayward kids and their horrible dil's. I kept thinking ..... "get me out of here." I do not want to become like that where all I can talk about are my ailments and pills.
This Tues. I took a dear friend to look at a nursing home for her husband .... that was a tough one as my Dad died of Alzheimer's in a similar facility - even though it was 10 years ago, it brought up some sad memories. But, she would do this for me, and I want to be there for her. This is not easy for her - for anyone. Since I've been through this I know some things to ask that she doesn't.
Then Weds. I took another girlfriend to have a breast biopsy which they told her would be "easy" ..... well they must have hit some sort of major blood vessel because they had a terrible time stopping the bleeding. It took 2 doctors and 1 nurse, alternating applying pressure to get it stopped. Now she has Parkinsons and this was not "easy" for her. Finally at 4:30 (they started at 1) we left. She was totally dazed, and wearing hospital scrubs as her clothes were all bloody. I brought her home, got her some dinner, and sat for awhile til she was becoming more like herself. Set her up with everything she needed for the night and came up here to my place. I soaked her clothes and washed them.
This has been a rough week. Thankfully right now I'm pretty stable and the Lamictal is working well. Otherwise, I'd probably be a nervous wreck and not helpful to anyone. I have tomorrow and Sunday to recoup. All I have to do is go to church Sun. AM. Thanks for listening to me ramble.
Barb

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