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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 7, 2014 4:24:32 GMT -5
I am starting my quest for a house in Norwich. #xfingers# the funding may or may not happen, but I get to go poke houses looking for one that is Best now Fingers, toes, tentacles and all other appendages crossed for you, Becca! Me too.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 7, 2014 13:48:11 GMT -5
So sorry to hear about this, Anne. It's terribly difficult, but if you choose the right facility she may be much happier. My father's in a decent, clean place that is otherwise really dreary, that I would never have selected for him. I tried to convince him that he'd be better off in Texas, away from the Portland cold, but Jena has to have her way and keep him prisoner in Maine. But he won't stand up to her (never has) and insists that he hates Texas (where he spent the winter for 20 years) so I have no more voice in family buisness than I ever did. Choose a place for her in easy access to where you live so you don't have that hourlong drive. I think it's important that it be cheerful and friendly and offer some activities that interest her. Keep as much of her familiar things around her as space will allow. Maybe it will make the transition easier for her--and for you. And, of course, we're here. Paul's going to research places for her; he did that for his mother, so he's at least familiar with the procedure. It's selfish of me, but I Do Not Want her too close - she'll expect me to drive over there every day and wait on her all day, because I'm close, after all, and that's what I'm supposed to exist for. Someplace halfway between us and Ratbag would be much better, although I don't know if it's possible. I'm trying not to worry or obsess, but it's not easy.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on May 8, 2014 16:29:06 GMT -5
Gee, what with all you're real serious problems, the fact that I spent Tuesday 11pm-Wednesday 11am in the Eward at St. Petes because I had a blocked esophagus and ended up needing an emergency endoscopy looks like no big deal.
Julia, and yet I still feel justified in my self pity.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 8, 2014 18:53:46 GMT -5
Gee, what with all you're real serious problems, the fact that I spent Tuesday 11pm-Wednesday 11am in the Eward at St. Petes because I had a blocked esophagus and ended up needing an emergency endoscopy looks like no big deal. Julia, and yet I still feel justified in my self pity. Eep! I think you're fully justified, I'm very glad you're still with us, and I'd call a blocked esophagus very serious indeed. *brackets Julia, carefully * Paul is in Death Valley, having lots of fun. While I don't wish I was there (car camping, ewwww), I do wish I was somewhere with fun. Not going to happen anytime soon, alas.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on May 8, 2014 19:09:58 GMT -5
Gee, what with all you're real serious problems, the fact that I spent Tuesday 11pm-Wednesday 11am in the Eward at St. Petes because I had a blocked esophagus and ended up needing an emergency endoscopy looks like no big deal. Julia, and yet I still feel justified in my self pity. #grouphug# #nurse# !
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 9, 2014 17:19:52 GMT -5
Gee, what with all you're real serious problems, the fact that I spent Tuesday 11pm-Wednesday 11am in the Eward at St. Petes because I had a blocked esophagus and ended up needing an emergency endoscopy looks like no big deal. Julia, and yet I still feel justified in my self pity. Of course it's a big deal. A blocked esophagus is very serious. Mercifilly, an endoscopy, while unpleasant, is usually a lower-risk procedure. Did they fix the problem? Are you on the mend? Is this a pity party that can be fixed with cookies and tea?
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Post by Queen E on May 9, 2014 18:14:37 GMT -5
I'm going to create a new part, OK?
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Post by Queen E on May 9, 2014 18:24:51 GMT -5
And we're locked! New part here.
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