Could the End Be Near?

Daughter, make no mistake I love you. But I do not love what you put yourself through, me neither for that fact. To see you laying there on the hospital bed, pale, lifeless, tubes being inserted through your nose and mouth. Gloved hands, pink pans, syringes. Surrounded by strangers coming and going into the room.

Beautiful brown eyes dull looking, rolling around, seeing but not seeing. Words being said but not understanding.

Will you do it again? Always there are promises. Tears. Then the hateful words, the spiteful words, the cuss words spewing forth. This was number 7. Will there be a number 8? Will you live or will I bury you.

Getting back into the grove

Yea, I know the picture is blurry. But I still think its a cute picture. It is often to get a 15 month old to sit still for a picture, Just ask the picture taking people at WalMart or Penny's.

Anyway, the dog had cut a chunk of pad off his paw and bled all over the carpet. Bloody footprints all through the house until I could corner the dog and take care of him.

Well, blood on the carpet has to come up. So out comes the carpet washer vacuum cleaner. Well, the grandson tolerates the regular vacuum cleaner but no way did he like the carpet cleaner. I actually thought that the carpet cleaner was more quiet than the vacuum.

Monday blahs and excitement of a little kind

I enjoyed my visit with my friend in Arkansas. Even though it rained off and on every day that I was there, I did manage to get in a few picture taking opportunities.

Benny, my daughter's father in law has been in the hospital going on 4 weeks. Originally he was suppose to be there just 5 days for a double by=pass and a heart valve replacement. But not all good things happened. The original hospital did not met their level of quality standard and his doctor transported him to another hosp. He has been on a vent ever since. Nurses have told me that he isn't getting any worse but then again he is not getting any better. I took two pictures of Jason, the grandson that we share, and the nurses placed the pictures where he can see them. I took some more photos of Jason today. I'll print them out and bring them in to him.

I spent most of today taking care of Jason and Kobe. Kobe is the new dog in the household. I had let him and Buddy out to go potty. Kobe came in and was bleeding all over the place. I found that he had ripped off a part of his pad on the front paw. I called my husband home to come help. Now you may think it silly to call your spouse home from work. However, I needed help. I got Kobe to sit next to me and I place his paw on a cold washrag. I held it there but the paw kept on bleeding. Jason, although only 15 months olds took advantage of my being "grounded" with Kobe. First, the vhs tapes came out of the cabinet. Then the tv got turned off and on and off and on and...well, you get the picture. I also needed to clean up the blood off the kitchen floor and the carpeting. So now you have the picture without my adding more about what was going on. Hence the phone call, "help!"