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Grampa's staying in the hospital another night. They had a slew of tests scheduled, and had just taken him away for the first one when I called mom at... whenever the hell I called her. Noonish, I think. They're thinking it was actually a TIA, but there does seem to be something wonky going on with his liver, so yay for more tests. Yesterday he was in good spirits, cutting up, and just generally being a laugh riot. Apparently today he's lucid and crabby, and has bitched out at least one nurse. IF ANYONE ON MY F-LIST IS IN THE NURSING PROFESSION, YOU HAVE MY UNENDING RESPECT AND GRATITUDE FOR PUTTING UP WITH CRANKY OLD MEN LIKE MY GRANDFATHER. Oh, god why, Grampa. Why. (I only heard a portion of what he said to this poor woman, and I just. Oh god. What. Grampa. Grampa. God damn it, Grampa.)

Now the rest (love my bullet points. LOVE THEM):

Holy crap, so tired. Quite literally running around all day, from about 8 AM to... well, damn. 8 PM. Go me.
chash is made of spicy awesome. I love you, okay. LOVE. "But not the gayest thing a guy could ask you to do." Just. Love.

YUM (TOMATO BASIL SOUP I LOVE YOU TOO.)

I really should not be allowed to shop at produce markets by myself. Because today I had carry-out help. As in, could not carry out all my produce by myself.

I bought a pinot noir rose wine today, called "Pink Floyd." Could not resist it, shut up.

Holy monkey jebus, the car needs a tune-up. (ALMOST STALLING OUT AT A RED LIGHT IS NOT FUN TIMES.)

Can anyone recommend a good natural peanut butter? One that does not, as my darling husband so eloquently puts it, "taste like ass"?

I recently rediscovered my Furuba soundtrack, and listened to it while I was driving all over hell's half-acre today. I'd forgotten how much I love it. So soothing. ♥

Dammit, I need new sneakers. My old ones, which are not actually THAT old (about six months?) are still giving me blisters regularly. Ngh.

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YAY, TOMATO BASIL SOUP!

DO YOU KNOW AND LOVE THE TOMATO BASIL SOUP LIKE I DO?

ONLY IF YOU REALLY LOVE TOMATO BASIL SOUP!

Have you tried the Smucker's natural peanut butter? It does do that annoying thing where you have to stir the oil into it (unless you keep it in the fridge, which we don't,) but we've been pretty happy with it. The Target store-brand natural peanut butter doesn't separate, but it's not as...moist?

S'all I've got.

Oh, and some degree of, um, brutal honesty is kinda expected after a stroke, I think. At least that's what I've gathered from my cousin's wife's experience. She's told at least one doctor off (he deserved it, imho.)

Mom's reading a book - My Stroke of Genius, written by a neuroscientist about her own experience during and after her stroke. She had an ateriovenous malformation, which is the congenital defect
my cousin's wife had that led to her stroke. Mom recommends it highly, and says that it gave her a lot of insight.

*hugs* I know it's hard. I'm here if you need to talk.

I have the Smuckers in the fridge right now. George appears not to like it AT ALL, though I kinda suspect he didn't stir it properly. I was also under the impression you HAD to keep it in the fridge -- if you don't, I might not. (I have no problem with it. It tastes nice and peanuty to me. But someone is a picky, picky eater.

It wasn't so much brutal honesty as... okay. The NICEST thing he called the nurses at the hospital? Was "the Gestappo." At that point, it was late, and Mom was at the end of her patience, and came home for the night.

It's actually a little... depressing, because this cranky, bitchy, rude person is... not my grandfather. He's been picking fights with Mom so frequently that she comes over to our house to get away from him. He's got this unbelievable sense of entitlement, and he's ... he's spoiled, I hate to say it. But sometimes I just want to shake him and say DO YOU REALIZE HOW LUCKY YOU ARE YOUR KIDS DIDN'T PUT YOU IN A NURSING HOME?! And none of her brothers or sisters really get that she has to put up with SO MUCH taking care of him.

Argh.

I'm partial to the Maranatha natural peanut butter. Good peanutty flavor, though like all natural peanut butters it does separate.

I've got the Smuckers and imo, it's fine. I suspect maybe George didn't stir it well enough or something, because I think the natural ones taste more like real peanuts. So... yeah. PICKY EATER. ;)

-after hearing and seeing what my mom has to put up with...I wonder why I'm even going into this profession. D:

-I like non-hydrogenated peanut butter better, especially the ones I grew up with as a child, tastes better I think. I wouldn't know what to recommend though, as I rarely eat peanut butter now and have a slight aversion to nuts. lols. 8D

much happy vibes sent your way!

[snuggles and loves on future!nurse porc ♥ ]

I think it's going to take some time to get used to the non-hydrogenated peanut butters. We're both used to the other kind. I know for me, the texture is going to take some getting used to. But George... well. Adaptation isn't exactly his strong suit. XD

[hee!]

Good luck with that! Yey for something new. \(^~^)/

I worked in a nursing home for years, so I know that nurses have pretty thick skin. caregivers understand that the person is sick and quite likely not themselves when they start cursing. I myself, knowing this, cursed at a nurse when she massaged my uterus after my son was born. It hurt like hell and the words just flew out. She thought nothing of it and I'm sure your grandfather's nurse didn't. Unless she had it coming. Did she?

have you tried the fresh-ground peanut butter from publix? one of my friends used to swear by it, but i was generally too cheap back in the day. i like the smuckers natural myself.

as for your grandfather...i remember when my various grandparents have been in the hospital, they've all undergone that same kind of swing from patient to nasty and stubborn. older people tend to have very set routines and disrupting that throws them off SO BAD. this is about ten times worse if they're the stubborn, independent types. being in the hospital is an experience in utter powerlessness, since other people decide when you sleep, when you eat, when you bathe, what you're wearing, how quickly you can get up to go to the bathroom, etc etc on top of all the requisite poking and prodding and monitoring. i feel terrible for the poor nurses, though.

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