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Illness Etiquette for Dummies

Thursday, January 12th, 2006

I didn’t think that this would be necessary - but it is. . .

1. Imagine yourself in the ailing person’s place.

I haven’t observed many doing this, and it is very important.

2. Do not visit if you are hacking, coughing or sniffling.

They’re already sick. Enough said.

3. If there’s a sign on a door that says to check at the nurse’s station before entering a room - do it.

It is there for a reason.

4. Do not question the person, nurses, doctors or care givers about the person’s health.

Are you a doctor - or are you writing a book?

5. Do not ask the person, nurses, doctors or care givers, “When are they going home?”.

Most of the time, we wish we knew. You don’t need to remind us.

6. Do not go into someone’s hospital room while they are asleep and park yourself at the foot of their bed until they wake.

This happened a few times. One time the Baron thought that he woke up in hell, since he was surrounded by people that he did not want to see.

7. Do not visit someone that you would not visit normally. It’s disconcerting to have a parade of visitors who you never socialized with suddenly showing an interest in you.

This happened too many times.

8. Do not start discussing work or business.

Try once again to understand the concept of rest, recuperation and no stress.

9. If you are told that the person is sleeping, resting, bathing, “not up to company”or needs their rest - respect that.

I don’t understand why this is so hard.

10. If a person tells you that they are tired, or ready to go to sleep - leave or hang up the phone.

This seems simple to me, too.

11. If a person is obviously tired, even if they’re not saying it - leave.

Pretty simple. I remember when my Dad was in the VA. If he looked tired, someone would say, “Come on, let’s go down to the coffee shop and let John get some rest.” That was close to thirty years ago. Not one person did this for my husband the last month. Just because you enjoyed company when you had your hernia operation, stroke, heart attack - fill-in the blank - does not mean that the ailing person is anxious for company. So you can stop telling us about that, thank you.

General Stupid Questions Not to Ask:

A. “When are you getting out of here?”

See #5 above.

B. “What’s the prognosis?”

See #4 above.

C. “Where’s the cancer?” also heard as “What kind of cancer do you have?”

I feel that it takes a lot of courage for a person to share that they have a serious illness, including cancer. I don’t think that everyone has to know every detail of the illness. The fact that someone is brave enough to tell you this should be sufficient. We’re not keeping secrets here. But this is a very private matter. See #1 above. My husband chooses to tell who he wants what he wants. I’m respecting that.

D. “What exactly is going on?”

This is when someone wants to know everything. I’m sorry, but it would take several hours to go into. I simply do not have the time or the energy. And again, why do you need to know? Accept the fact that my husband is ill and that he has faith in his God , his doctors, his nurses and his wife.

Time

Sunday, December 18th, 2005

For better or worse

We proved the doubters wrong, didn’t we? Those who “just knew” that it would never last. How could it? The Montana born Lutheran farm boy and the recovering Catholic/Buddhist/Humanist Brooklyn born girl. Worlds apart, yet with worlds in common. Far from youngsters when we met and married, we were two old dogs - who learned quite a few new tricks from each other. We found our way together through too much adversity.

For richer or poorer

Financially, we stayed on the poorer side. But we are so much richer. Simply by sticking together and making things work.

In sickness and in health

Together, we knew the joy of my first pregnancy - at the advanced old age of thirty eight. Together, we suffered its loss. Happy a year later when we somehow managed to beat the odds. Devastated when we lost again. This formerly healthy woman then had half a dozen ailments, followed by the same number of surgeries. You stood by me - giving me the most important reason to recover. I did. And now I sit at your side. Hoping for time. Precious time with the friend and the love of my life.

Back, but not on track

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

Since Thanksgiving the roads have been bad. But we’d been here, dealing with the regular day to day things - and our own dramas.

Yesterday we went to Billings. My husband was scheduled for another test. He was driving when we went off the icy road before we’d gotten ten miles from home. He managed to get the pickup out. A big THANK YOU to the couple who stopped and kept an eye on the traffic as we manuevered back on the road. We were fortunate that it happened where it did. A quarter of a mile away in either direction would have been another story. We went back home and traded vehicles. We took the farm pickup.

Ford tough

We still arrived in time for the appointment. But to say we were anxious would be an understatement. We locked the pickup and went in the hospital. Six hours later, I went out to bring the pickup around. There I found that the keys no longer open the doors. Either door, either key. I don’t think that the pickup had ever been locked before. We stood in the cold parking lot, weighing our options. The tools buried beneath the orange twine did not include a screwdriver. But all were readily accessible and worth more than the pickup. What a brilliant idea of mine, to lock the doors.

I called a friend who arrived with some smaller tools. THANK YOU, Don. The Baron forced the vent window and opened the door. Then he insisted on driving. The roads were clear, and we made it home - safe and sound.

Thanks

Thursday, November 24th, 2005

Things that I have to be thankful for:

A wonderful husband.
A roof over my head that no longer leaks.
Plenty of food.
Very good friends.
My family.
The folks that I’ve met because of this little place.
The animals that share our lives.

Happy Thanksgiving.

May you all appreciate things to be thankful for today, and everyday.

Can’t Trust That Day

Monday, November 21st, 2005

This morning, I handed the twine to Allan so I could take a photo of what Sugar does to me. She loves helping. Click on the photo to see more detail.

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could cou leave and not take me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday Monday . . .

Between these lyrics and California Dreamin’ - I think that at least one member of the Mamas & the Papas suffered from SAD .

A few more links:

Peaceful Valley Farm & Garden Supply - this is where I purchase my mantids.

Nature Nuts - a photoblog from flickr users.

Bug Guide - more great photos & help identifying insects.

The Daily Puppy

The Daily Kitten


10,000 Birds

Furry Friday Already?

Friday, November 18th, 2005


A Pennsylvania Pony

Thanks to everyone for the thoughts and e-mails. Nothing quite like having all this health “stuff” thrown at you before a doctor asks: “And has cancer been ruled out to your satisfaction?” Cancer? For crying out loud. The man was just diagnosed with diabetes; his back is killing him (not something new, but worse); his stomach is in an uproar; his sides ache; we’re both working on our last nerve; why not give us something else to obsess about?

The bone scan was normal, so he’s in the clear. The MRI held no big surprises, typical deterioration and arthritis for his age and work history. I took him for an epidural the other day. Doesn’t seem to have helped - yet. We got home just in time for me to drive to the pharmacy in Red Lodge - again. No snow on the road that time, but plenty of deer in the dark. Sigh. . .

We’re hanging in - and on!

They won’t let us have any fun

Wednesday, November 16th, 2005

Well, good news and bad news.

The good news: The orthopedic surgeon doesn’t think that the Baron needs surgery.

The bad news: That doesn’t do anything for the pain and insomnia.

Cows Have Come Home

Monday, November 7th, 2005

We brought the herd from the back place home yesterday. The Sugar Beet Baron took the pickup with some hay. I took the Kawasaki Mule. They weren’t too anxious to leave, since there’s still grass in the hills. Amazing year.

Photos.

A Day Off?

Monday, October 24th, 2005


On Saturday, the Sugar Beet Baron decided that we would take some much needed time off on Sunday.
Go for a drive, get off the place, get something to eat out. So much for planning.

We did go for a drive.

We did get off the place.

We had some diet soda and beef jerky - and it was out.

Click on photo

Saturday, October 22nd, 2005


If you look carefully - you’ll see a leg - and two feet.
He hasn’t been run over by the top saver.
He’s cleaning it. So you know what that means.