Status and even more exhaustion~

[wordinista]

Okay, to start:

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.
   

Comments

[somnambulicious.livejournal.com]

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.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

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.