Well, the Deed gets Done tomorrow.
I have enlisted the help of my buddy Reno in the moving of Nana’s bed and recliner — the facility doesn’t supply those — Mom and Chris will see to the transport of Nana.
Reno and I will get into the wind sometime around 0800 Monday morning so that we can have the bed and chair on-site and assembled in Garland by the time Nana arrives.
You know, I’ve done some fairly hairy [deleted] in my four decades on this little green dirtball.
My normal reaction to the effects of adrenaline is to shake like a leaf once all is over and done. And I can’t say that I haven’t done my share of horking during an After Action Report.
I don’t have problems prior to, or during, action. I can stick up outside a meth lab, or a hostage situation, and be cool as a cucumber. I can — and have — sat in the door of a chopper flying off into God-only-knows-what, feet dangling out over pitch darkness, mentally reviewing the Op Order, options and various possible scenarios — too busy to have a care in the world.
I have walked into the middle of a full-blown riot with only my brother from another mother — on a pass from the Army and doing a Ride Along — as back-up.
Afterwards — I shake like an epileptic. Before and during — I’m too busy, talk to me when it’s over.
So.
I’m sitting here, ten hours to go, and my gut’s tied in knots, butterflies the size of pteranodons are doing Immelmanns in my stomach and I’m restless as a rattlesnake on a hot rock. I can already tell you I’m not getting any sleep tonight.
This is new territory for me, and I’m pretty damned sure that I don’t like it.
Sweet Shivering Shiva, let’s get this over with.
LawDog
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Godspeed.
Mr Dog, you have my sympathies and heartfelt respect for your qualms and efforts in this regard. The lady will appreciate your care, attention and obvious love, even if it’s not always shown.
Good luck with all this. I do not envy the task you have before you.
I’m so sorry, ‘Dog.
I know that you’ll be busy tomorrow (today, now), but I wonder if we can catch a bite together at lunch? You have Dad’s cell number. I’d love to meet your mother, as well as see Reno again.
You have my prayers. Action gets me the same way with one difference to me my voice sounds like Mini Mouse on speed , everyone else sezs I just get a low determined edge to my voice. Funny how adrienals alter perception ain’t it.
Grunt
It isn’t easy, but you are doing the right thing – the best you know how under difficult circumstances, ensuring that a loved one gets the care and help that she needs.
Please accept my sympathies, as well. This sort of thing is never easy.
LD,
I’m here for you if you need me. If you want to talk, I’ll listen. If you don’t want to say anything at all, I’ll still be there.
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
Chin up, sweetie. It’s all going to be ok in due time.
(((((((LD)))))))
I get it. It isn’t nice but it must be done. God speed to you and his blessings on Nana.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
Love is not alwasy easy, right has a price, the world we know is not fair. We do the best we can with what we have. If you do your best, and somone has a problem with it, it isin’t your problem, but theirs.
Peace to you my brother.
DW
It’s tough, Dog. Love and affection for your Nana will get your family – and her – through all this.
Right now I’m sure it feels like you’re abandoning her, but you’re not. Soon you’ll be regaling us with tales of how Nana is keeping the nursing staff on their toes and how she’s settling in to her new digs.
Chin up. It gets better.
We had to do the same sort of thing a few years back.
Remember that you’re doing the RIGHT thing for Nana.
We’ll say a quick prayer that you recover. No question Nana will–you’ve made it clear she’s tough.
Sometimes we live out our He** here on Earth in little spurts. It serves to get us ready for Paradise. You now begin your tour of the place again.
Anyone else but blood and you’re as calm as a Minnesota pond in January. But blood has you trying to surf a Tsunami with a boogie-board.
The Aaronic Blessing upon you & Nana! (Numbers 22-25, I think).
You and your blessed Nana shall be in my prayers, friend.
I won’t go into how I know that this is hard, but believe me, I know.
But the proof of the man she raised is the man is there for her now. And, you are, in spades.
God Bless.
Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX
All my prayers for your Nana.
Head high and shoulders back, soldier. You’ve got more folks behind you than you’ll ever know.
Take heart in that, sir.
Peace be with you.
tweaker
God Bless you both son. Nana and you.
Mr Dog, I don’t know if you’ve seen this already, but if you haven’t, it might make you snort tea out of your nose again – it did me 🙂 When you’re ready for it – http://www.skippyslist.com/skippylist.html
I had to do this with my Grandmother not many years ago. Know this: she will be happier.
I know it is hard, but it is for the best for her.
The symptoms just go to show the depth of your caring.
Kind wishes to you and the family.
Sounds like Nanna may be in the neighborhood now.
I know my cities PD is hiring.
Good luck
Mr Fixit
I’ve been where you are, and it’s hard and it stinks. If the home is a good one, they will make it as easy on all of you as possible, and will work to integrate Nana quickly. She may not be aware that this is not the place where she has lived for so long. Remember, she deserves the best of care, and your family is just not equipped to give her what she needs. You will be in my prayers.
You are an amazing man. I am honored to read your blog. I don’t know what to say. Know you have a friend willing to sit with you. It seems I may have to take a number though… Prayers with you and your family.
– roo
How wonderful that you wrote that wonderful story about her and how she “managed” her broken hip. I had just started reading you, and you told her story so clearly, I almost felt I met her. She had to have the surgery, and it’s hard on old folks. The next generation has to step up and take the lead, ready or not. We never are ready…if this were easy for you to do, her life wouldn’t have been nearly so rich. Monday was a bad day. Thank God THAT’s over. Now for the rest of your life. And hers.
take it easy ‘Dog,
btw
we are currently stuck on a 8,000 mile in diameter blue marble,
I’ve seen the pictures.
r