Let Sleeping Dogs Rant

[TBoneTX 44,613]

Thrilling Wednesday-on-Thursday report, see man:

 

Breakfast was a banana, ingest and diet we man.

 

Set off for Costco and children's resale place, embark we man.

Lunch was the Costco hot dog and (Diet) Pepsi, ingest we man.

Got 2 items out of the 1 that we went for, mission overaccomplished man.

 

Arrived at children's resale place, arrive we man.

They're issuing only store credit and not cash for clothing-buys,  we man!

No reason was given, no man.

We shall have to make a dedicated trip to another store, long distance man.  

 

Searched online for lamp sets for our newly cleaned guest room, as though anyone'll use them man.

Gave up, not right stuff or right price, exhausting man.

(This is where we yet again miss Sears and K-Mart, sigh man.)

Finally decided to go looking, see if we see man.

Ross had nothing, and Office Despot had only gooseneck and office lamps, strike out we man.

 

We then went to HomeGoods, last try man.

We found a set on half-off clearance, amazed we man.

They were assembled and with light bulbs, testable right there man.

We snapped them up, whee and glee financially savvy we man.

We must install them and up-clean the rest of the room, then almost perfect man.

We do need to out-figure where to store 2 or Many large suitcases, no real place man.

 

Serviced demanding miu, bored miu man.

Din-din was Tuna Glop, ingest and diet we man.

A siesta was then attempted, interrupted by Uncle T-B.'s Many'th (2+2th) phone call of the day,  man.

 

Accomplished little thereafter, unrested we man.

Yelled at Mama T-B. when she called, must apologize we man to senior she man man.

Thursday would have been her Many'th anniversary with Papa T-B., sad senior she man man.

 

Must take Uncle T-B. to eye doc on Thursday, order new post-cataract glasses man.

Should then go to children's resale place, big chunk of remaining day man.

Should also continue casa-cleaning, not much time to accomplish much else with it man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

[TBoneTX 44,613]

Thrilling Thursday report, see man:

 

Uncle T-B. called us, wanting to postpone his appointment, gastrointestinally afflicted senior he man.

We went over anyway to deliver/get items, si man.

Part of a longstanding project is to get rid of his derelict jalopy, not driven for years man.

He couldn't find the title,  man.

It had been precisely where we both knew it was, si man.

Weeks ago, he said, "I'll move it to the dresser in the bedroom, si man."

We should have said, "Leave it where it is, si man!" si and     man.

 

Today was cheat-on-diet day, sure to regret it we man.

Breakfast/lunch was Subway*, ingest we man.

     *bought WUOC, financially savvy we man

 

We got hung up on trying to find a buyer/donation place for the Uncle-T-B.-mobile, sigh man.

This hosed any possibility of further errands, sigh man.

However, we did get a decent hourlong siesta, zzz we man.

 

Din-din was onebag of nuked mixed vegetables, ingest and diet we man.

 

The hurricane-hosed fence is finally up, whee man.

The Guatemaltecos had better up-clean the detritus to our satisfaction, for that price man.

 

"Hall of Fame" preseason football game on, watch first half we man.

We cheated and consumed 2 bags of Costco popcorn, ingest we man.

We hope that we won't regret this during tonight's bathroom-scaling, fingers crossed man.

 

We installed the HomeGoods lamps in guest room, attractive there man.

We up-cleaned guest room further, just a few quick things left to do man.

We were amazed that the 2 spare suitcases fit behind the room door, quite a boon man.

Miu observed entire process with great interest and tried to sit on one suitcase, involved miu man.

 

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. has not responded to Many repeated requests for fotos of Mini-B.'s haircut, hiding something man.

 

We must call Uncle T-B.'s main doctor tomorrow for advice and possible appointment, si man.

We have itineraried Many (2+2) ESs, a GS, and the children's resale place for Friday, si man.

No party with the rubias tonight, too tired man.

And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

[Neonred 3,514]

5 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

 

No party with the rubias tonight, too tired man.

 

I've noticed a lot of your "too tired" and "too sick" for rubias posts lately.

 

Maybe just too old?

 

LOL

[TBoneTX 44,613]

5 hours ago, Neonred said:

I've noticed a lot of your "too tired" and "too sick" for rubias posts lately.

Maybe just too old?

You would get sick of these rubias if they never leave the casa and never do anything other than what rubias do, si and sigh man.  If you wish to be helpful, you'll recruit and refer replacement rubias, si man.   

[TBoneTX 44,613]

Mama T-B. awakened us at Many a.m. -- si man, Many a.m. -- with news that Uncle T-B. called an ambulance and went to the hospital, with "the shakes" man.

 

She had called us rather late last night with the inkling that Uncle T-B. was shaky because he hadn't been eating (same as we inkled, si man) and hadn't been drinking fluids, forgot to recognize this and pound it into his head we man.   

 

We are undercaffeinated and even sleepier because we forced ourself to eat breakfast (banana and ham sandwich, ingest both and indict the latter we man) in prep for what's surely to be a long, boring, ES-less hospital day, si and sigh and fight-zzz we man.

 

We'd better get down there soon, si man.

Uncle T-B. is as deaf as a post even with hearing-aids, sigh man.

They can say, "you need open-heart surgery, si man" and he'll nod, no comprehension man.   

He's also a poor medical historian and somewhat of a hypochondriac,  man.

We did call and talk with a barely understandable E.R. employee, sigh man.

We gathered that E.R. is swamped and he's in a nonpriority waiting area, great man.

Happy Friday, si and whee and glee man.

[Neonred 3,514]

1 hour ago, TBoneTX said:

You would get sick of these rubias if they never leave the casa and never do anything other than what rubias do, si and sigh man.  If you wish to be helpful, you'll recruit and refer replacement rubias, si man.   

OK, will get right on it grandpa.

[TBoneTX 44,613]

4 hours ago, Neonred said:

OK, will get right on it grandpa.

That's "get right on it oh Exalted Superior Primate" man.

[Ontarkie 14,128]

Hope all is well with Uncle T-B and he feels better soon.

 

I've been organizing and packing all day. Needed another break and figured I would stop in and say hi and bye. Not sure how much I will get on while in Canada and cell service where I'm going is still hit or miss. More miss then hit lol. 

[Neonred 3,514]

3 minutes ago, TBoneTX said:

That's "get right on it oh Exalted Superior Primate" man.

You know what they say, "You can put lipstick on a chimp, but..."

[TBoneTX 44,613]

9 minutes ago, Ontarkie said:

Needed another break

For upvotes, D ma'am?   

[TBoneTX 44,613]

6 minutes ago, Neonred said:

"You can put lipstick on a chimp, but..."

"You can't lipstick an inferior primate, except a rubia, several of which must be found for T-B., si man..."

[TBoneTX 44,613]

What a day with Uncle T-B.,   man.

Thrilling (?) report later, see later man.

[TBoneTX 44,613]

Thrilling (??!) rest-of-Friday report, see man:

 

Got to hospital an hour before noon, arrive we man.

Uncle T-B. was in a tiny overflow room sitting in a stuffed armchair, E.R. swamped man.

He was talking to a majorly foxy (albeit non-rubia) nurse, oh our God man.

Nurse had great rapport with both of us, si man.

Uncle T-B.'s blood pressure was stroke-level (Many/Many), see reason below man.

Nurse IV'd 2 BP-lowering liquids into Uncle T-B., IV senior he man she man.

Most of rest of time was spent waiting, sigh man.

Lab results, except for cardiac, were like those of a Manyager, senior he man outlive all of us man.

BP finally read out at Many/Many, improvement depending on the value of Many man.

Doctor came and reviewed the case with us, thorough M.D. he man.

Wanted us to review Uncle T-B.'s several BP meds with Uncle T-B.'s internist, si man.

Sent referral for gastrointestinal specialist, referral man.

Sent pharmacy one Rx for nausea-prevention, Rx man.

 

As discharge neared, Uncle T-B. asked nurse if she had a boyfriend, she didn't man (!!!).

We asked, "Just so happens, or by choice, huh man?" hopeful we man.

"Definitely by choice, si man," said nurse man.

We reconfirmed this once more at final discharge, stick knife in ourself and twist even harder we man.

 

Uncle T-B. was discharged a bit after 2 p.m., chauffeur senior he man we man.

We borrowed his facility's wheelchair and wheeled him to his apartment, wheel senior he man we man.

We were quite sweaty after this, apartment nearly Many00 degrees inside man.

Uncle T-B. mentioned that he'd messed up his pills, from bottles to pill-caddy man.

He had therefore NOT TAKEN ANY  for over 2 Manyzen hours,    we man!!!!!

 

Just as we arrived at the casa, pharmacy texted "Rx ready, si man," si and  man.

We coded it for delivery for a fee, not a crucial Rx man.

 

Serviced demanding miu, Where Were You And Where's Lunch + Treats Daddy man.

Caucused by phone with Mama T-B. for over half an hour, intense senior she man.

Tried to reach Uncle T-B.'s internist, unavailable Friday afternoon man.

First available appointment with GI docs not till Manycember,  and  man.

Re-caucused by phone with Mama T-B. for another half-hour, intense senior she man.

 

It was now half-past Many (2+2) p.m. and we were starving, need to ingest we man.

We tore top of nuke-rice bag and put it in microwave, anticipatory we man.

Just then, phone rang, si man.

Uncle T-B.:  "I hate to bother you after all that, but can you help me with my pills now, huh man?" si man.

 

We couldn't refuse, no man.

We got his Rx at pharmacy and bought a fancy new pill-caddy, crucial man.

 

Uncle T-B. had (no exaggeration) nearly 2 Manyzen pill bottles, full half-full empty current expired man.

We combined those of similar expiration date, consolidate we man.

We found some (chiefly vitamins) that he hadn't taken for months,  man.

We emptied all pills from his current inadequate caddies and matched them with those in bottles, match we man.

We showed Uncle T-B. how to open the compartments in his spankin'-new caddy, fancy man.

We showed him the names of the days and whether the rows said "morning" or "evening," distinguish we man.

We showed him how to count Many (2+2+2+1) pills and insert one for each day, count and insert we man.

We showed him how to choose one bottle, count, close it, and turn it upside down when done, indicate we man.

We told him, "These are your Friday-evening pills, see man.  Today is Friday, si man.  Take them now, si man," si man.

All this time, Uncle T-B. had a look of blank terror on his face, helpless senior he man.

We pointed out where Saturday morn's pills were, take those tomorrow morn man.

Uncle T-B. almost blanked out completely, si man.

 

After 1 hour + half an hour, we finally left, discouraged we man.

Lunch/din-din was Modified Tuna Glop, finally ingest and diet we man.

A siesta occurred, zzz we man.

 

Upon awakening, we phoned Mama T-B. to describe the happenings, phone senior she man we man.

Mama T-B. nearly ripped us a new one for not making Uncle T-B. stock his own caddy, si man.

"He'll rely on you forever now, si man!  Make HIM do it, si man!"

"Tell him what each pill is for, si man, and he'll have a stroke if he skips them, si man, and if he's lucky it'll kill him, si man, and otherwise he'll end up a vegetable, si man!"

 

A nearly hourlong caucus ensued regarding home healthcare or assisted living, nothing resolved man.

On Monday, we must try to get Uncle T-B. to internist to authorize said care, a must man.

 

Meanwhile, ex-Mrs.-T-B. had texted that she & Mini-B. were themselves in the E.R., Ecu version man.

They'd gone for restaurant din-din with other family and had gotten violently ill overnight, wow man.

(None of the other family did from the same or almost-the-same food, strange man.)

They were in the hospital E.R. for Many (2+2+1) hours for IV fluids/antibiotics, stomach infection man.

Poor Mini-B. accidentally dislodged his IV and bled all over the floor, out-freaked wee man man.

We asked ex-Mrs.-T-B. how much the experience had cost, curious we man.

"Ooo -- a lot, si man!  I paid $Many00, si man!" said ex-she man man.

"This would have cost $Many,000 in the U.S., si man," said we man to ex-she man man.

"Si, but still, it was a lot, si man," said ex-she man to we man man.

Anyway, they were recovering and feeling somewhat stronger, that's good man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, full enough day already man.

We have itineraried/re-itineraried Many (2+2+1) ESs and Many (2+1) GSs for Saturday, si man.

We hope for no more emergencies, quite enough for one day man.

And that was/is our thrilling (?) Friday report, si man.

[Neonred 3,514]

15 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

Thrilling (??!) rest-of-Friday report, see man:

 

 

He was talking to a majorly foxy (albeit non-rubia) nurse, oh our God man.

Nurse had great rapport with both of us, si man.

 

 

As discharge neared, Uncle T-B. asked nurse if she had a boyfriend, she didn't man (!!!).

We asked, "Just so happens, or by choice, huh man?" hopeful we man.

"Definitely by choice, si man," said nurse man.

 

Seen that one before.  Usually they have a girlfriend...

 

Sorry to hear about all you are going through with Uncle T-B.

 

I'm getting much the same with my 91 year old mother (I'll let you fix the p-math, ha).  Her major problem now is her knees making it painful to walk, although she still pushes herself to go on 20 min walks 2x daily.  She went to the doctor this week and he has convinced her she needs 2 knee replacements.  Preparations are under way for her to get it done in 2 months after approval from her other doctors.

 

She texted me today and this was the message "Y TV CD TV V C son Vu by B v Ben V zoo..."

Still trying to come up with the translation.

[TBoneTX 44,613]

7 hours ago, Neonred said:

Many-year-old mother (I'll let you fix the p-math, ha)

Indolent Bro G. man!  Indolent, INDOLENT Bro G. man!

7 hours ago, Neonred said:

She texted me today and this was the message "Y TV CD TV V C son Vu by B v Ben V zoo..."

Still trying to come up with the translation.

"For a century after his death, Spinoza's name was anathema, si man.  And the accounts of his tribulations taxed the lexicon of vituperation, si man," duh and    man.