Category Archives: old Jill

Alert….Alert….Mom has lost her muffin…..

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We were up, getting ready to go to church. Mom calls me to the back. She is so distressed and doesn’t know what to do. I asked, “Mom, what is wrong?”  She proceeded to tell me that she got up,  took her medication she needs before breakfast and proceeded to get her breakfast ready. At the same time she started preparing for church. Well………when she got ready for her breakfast, it was no where to be found. She looked around for a few minutes and got a bowl out for cereal. She was so worried about where the muffin was, so Barry and I went on a muffin hunt in mom’s kitchen. Maggie thought we were nuts.  We told her just to focus on getting ready and not to worry. That muffin was NOT in her kitchen anywhere. I found it, after church in the clothes dryer. Maggie thoroughly enjoyed mom’s breakfast, for lunch.

I’m not even going to make an attempt to figure it out. After all, I lost my keys for a month once upon a time. A month later, when taking a pot roast out of the freezer, there they were. Safe and sound, frozen to the freezer. Oh well….I can’t say a thing to mom when I do the same thing at times………….

Backseat Betty……..Will I ever learn????

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I am totally aware that my mom is the worst backseat driver, yet I continue to allow her in the front seat when I am driving. We have had the talk about my need for quiet and focus while behind the wheel, then we get in the car and my mind goes blank with her beside me in the front. I truly appreciate her willingness to go out with me when I am not comfy going alone. She needs to get out of the house as much as I do and we both love to SHOP!

If I hadn’t had the shopping diversions this morning, I would have arrived home bald. Ok, my morning out with mom, here goes…..

Distraction number:

1. She started talking the minute she sat down in the car. I honestly believe that mom doesn’t know what quiet means.

2. All the chatter, got me distracted and I headed in the wrong direction 2 times, the third time  I headed the wrong way down a one-way street. She screeched so loud,  it’s a wonder any wildlife close-by didn’t come running. We were in no danger whatsoever,  she was reacting to the situation.

3. After 3 previous stops, mom insisted on going to 3 different grocery stores looking for the right pie shell. This is after I told her I was wearing out quick and needed to head home.

We had been out for over 3 hours, my stamina does good to last 2. I sat in the car while she went pie-shell hunting. Kind of reminded me of snipe hunting the first 2 stops. She was looking for something that wasn’t there.

4. Pie-shells acquired and we are headed home. Before we can get out of the parking lot comes screech number 2. Again there was no danger whatsoever. I was in the correct lane to turn, nothing was coming as I went to make a right turn. As I turned a minivan was getting in the line to make a right turn onto another highway. Out came the screech (louder than the first one), she scared me so bad that I jerked the steering wheel. It swerved us into some, thank goodness, empty parking places. If I had jerked just a little harder, I could have turned the car over. Can you imagine having to explain flipping your car in the Publix parking lot to the local police? Momma can drive anyone nuts in the car!” I need my sanity a few more years……….

I love and cherish my mother dearly. I will be there for her when she needs me as she has been for me, i just can’t handle her backseat driving, nor will I let her drive me anywhere. That is for a later post………

Zombie land or Medication Haze? Where am I?

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I haven’t felt right all week and then it hit me, it has to be the new drug I’m on. There is that period of adjustment you go through, when the drug is getting in your system and making things all crazy inside. The next day is usually a little better. Not this time, I have felt like the “walking dead” for a week now. My head feels all spacey, I do not respond to anything quickly, and it is like my emotions have disappeared, and I am living life in “slow-motion”. Really strange feeling. I called the doctor and there answer was, “give it time, your body will adjust”. It seems like my favorite word “TIME”, is creeping back into my life slowly.

I have always been incredibly sensitive to medications. I do not partake in alcohol consumption and I have never touched an illegal drug. Tylenol makes me sleepy and I turn into a comedian when drinking, so I avoid both. Just like peanuts, I’m allergic. The other is just not legal! I am a good southern girl, I have to keep my reputation clean.

So, my plan is to give the haze a few more daze……If the fog does not clear, I’ll call the doc……..

I feel like I need to write, but not sure what to say….I promise not to ramble….

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Birthday was totally awesome. As usual my husband is a total nut, but he made the day memorable…..I never cared much for birthdays, but they seem to be more important lately. I felt all giddy inside, silly……but  I did.

They (meaning one of my good doctors) have messed with my medications again, trying to improve my short term memory. The first drug threw me into an arrhythmia that had me in the ER. Found out it was an interaction with another drug causing the problem. Apparently doctors do not always check the meds you are on before prescribing drugs that do not play together well in your body.  It hasn’t totally straightened out yet, but is better. I am not sure why I feel the way I do, but it has to be related to change in medication. I am afraid I’ll ramble, let me just do this later…..

Laughter over Tears, which do you choose? Your decision………..

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I realize that several of you may not find some of our posts amusing. I apologize, sincerely, if anyone has been offended. What I post on here is a way for Barry and I to relieve stress. With the nightmare we have been through since 2009, if we can’t laugh about it we’d cry. We refuse to turn into a couple of crybabies. We refuse to let this get us down, so we have fun with it! Life is what you make it!!!!! 

Try to find the lighter side of a situation. God obviously isn’t finished with us, so we decided to make it interesting. No negative Nellie’s around this house, although we do have to work over-time to keep my mom in the right frame of mind. She can swing back and forth faster than we can keep up with at times. Ya know, that is a story in it’s own right, for another day.

Nap time….have a qreat afternoon everyone!

To get up or not…

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Do you ever wake up and say to yourself, “I’m not getting up today?”  No I’m not depressed an housework can wait a few more minutes, I’m cold. Barry and I faught over who would ge up to cut the heat on. I WON!!!!!

Well, it’s only November 10th and the house feels so cold that the covers are sound more appealing. Hubby is usually up and out early even on Saturday, but he is still fueled up next to me. Even our dog is refusing to peek out from under her blanket. I haven’t heard mom stir yet. My vote is to stay put, but life must go on.

God lead me to a special person….

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In my heart, I truly believe that God brought Chug Heather (as my hubby calls her) into my life. He calls her that because of her coloscopy post where she talked about, “Just chug it”.

I was doing a random search on brain tumors when I found the website “brain tumor buddies”. On the page, I found the link to Brain Tumor Thursdays, with the latest post by a lady named Heather. Even bigger coincidence, she had the same problem tumor I had, a nasty thing called a gangliocytoma. Along with this lovely tumor comes a diagnosis of Cowden’s Syndrome (an extremely rare genetic disorder).

Don’t get me wrong, all of my doctor’s, nurses and the other staff I have dealt with have been wonderful, but finding Heather was such a thrill. I could actually finally talk to someone who understands. I had this enormous feeling of relief knowing I wasn’t alone in LDD and Cowden’s Syndrome nightmare. It was truly wonderful when I discovered she would talk to me. The internet is a wonderful tool. Heather and I would never have met if not for the web. I’m on the East Coast, she is on the west coast. The closest I have ever gotten to the west coast is Nevada.

Heather picked the perfect name for her blog, HopeforHeather. Heather brought hope back into my life. She has encouraged me to hang in there, she helped me organize my blog and taught me a few things about WordPress. She is also helping me with another project I’m working on. I think all I have done for her is confusion.

This post describes why I feel God lead me to her. I prayed for answers and someone to talk to that could understand and I discover this west young woman with a huge heart.

Thank you, Heather, you have truly been a Godsend. I hope you are having a bless week. Knowing you are out there, makes each of my days a little brighter. Barry says hello and thank you for taking some pressure off him.