Well, I had a really busy weekend getting things ready for my wife to come home after a year long absence at the hospital/Nursing Home.
All weekend I spent my time cleaning out my step daughter's former bedroom. She's living with my wife's cousin. She can't stay at our home because of behavioral problems. She yells and makes a HUGE fuss over nothing. Something that is not needed with my wife's current condition. Last thing we need is for my wife's blood pressure go through the roof and her heart starts defibbing while I end up calling 911. And on top of that, her having A.D.D. doesn't help matters. A good number of those who have A.D.D. can't handle criticism in any way, shape or form.
We're getting a medical bed either today or tomorrow. Since my wife has a history of respiratory problems. She can no longer lay flat on her bed like she used to. It'll cause fluid to build up in her lungs and collapse. She she has to sleep somewhat upright. She's also getting a new chair since her old one is messed up, Broken armrest and we couldn't afford to get it fixed. Medicare states that she can get a new chair every 5 years. I am still waiting for the bed to arrive as I write.
I told my Step Daughter (SD) a month ago in advance that she'd better get all of her most important stuff and get them out of the house before Mom comes home. She kept putting it off, just wanted to stay up all night being on the computer and sleep all day. Then go out with her cousin to go on parties on weekends.
This weekend comes and I get up at 8 AM in the morning, started calling my SD that this is the last weekend to get her stuff or it's off to the garbage bins. Come around 4 PM, no call back and I give one last call. No answer, so off I go to start cleaning her room out. UGH! What is with today's kids that is into death metal music, wear all black and leave a huge mess all over the place. She loves scrapbooking and writing poems (I read them, nothing but death and more death. Holy smokes! But her wrting is pretty good. Creative where credit is due.). I just hope she comes out of that when she gets older. Hopefully by 30.
Anyway, so I am cleaning out her room with a buttload of scrapbooking debries all over the rug and crumbled up papers that she throws all over the place when she doesn't feel satisfied with the poem she wrote. Then packed up all of her clothes, books, some magazines, scrapbooks, journals, poems, stuffed animals, posters, etc.
Later that night, guess who called? (rolleyes)
I told her I already started on it and it's too late to come down and pick her up, she had a window of opportunity to get her stuff that morning for me to get her or that afternoon if she got someone to take her. Over half of her stuff is nothing but trash, crap is broken, stuff she doesn't wear anymore cuz it's all torn up. I tried to use my judgement to decide what's junk and what isn't.
So I told her she has until Wednesday to get them or they're all gonna be pitched into the trash along with the rest.
I'm not coming down to pick her up or bring them to her. I have too much to do before my wife comes home possibly Weds afternoon after she is done being dialysised. The ambulance crew agreed to bring her home by ambulance and bring her in the house by stretcher. We have a wheelchair ramp out back and they'll bring her in that way.
But my SD's Ford Pinto has to go. Her car doesn't work. Had a starter changed on it, still won't start. They think it's the fuses, the kind you have to get from a Dealer. She's part somewhat midway and my car is behind it, rear end kinda in line with the property. Just hope no one sideswipes my end.
So I told my SD that car has to go and really, I want my driveway back. So if that car isn't gone by wednesday at noon, I'm calling the cops to have the car declared abandoned and towed away. So I can fully pull my car in. Both of our cars is basically blocking the sidewalk that leads to the wheelchair ramp. My car is in the way of it. So it's gotta go so the ambulance crew can navigate their way into the house w/o any problems.
I'm sorry, but it's a medical emergency to say the least. It's gotta be done. So her former bedroom is now my bedroom as I can't sleep like she's been sleeping for the past year. I rigged a few things done on the cheap.
I went to a super electronics store to pick up a remote thingy that I can plug a strobe light into it. I plug it in at a regular electric socket, pull up the antanna, plug in a strobe light. Then I hand my wife a remote switch thingy. If I am asleep at night. If for some reason she needs me, she hits the button and the strobe light will flash to wake me up. As many of you know, I am deaf.
I bought two of those, one for the living area and one for bed. Changed the frequencies on both so they operate independantly.
Bought roses already for my baby
Getting a meals on wheels deal since it's imperative that she has plenty of protein and other goodies. I'm no chef, but I love my baby, wanna make sure she has healthy meals. She can't have Calcium, Phosphorus and Potassium.
Need to remember to buy pudding, she can't swallow whole pills, so I have to crush them which will make the meds taste bitter. Adding them with pudding will make up for it.
I am hoping they'll bring a lift pad for her wheelchair, so when she arrives at the renal center, they can just pop her on the big chair easy and get her set up.
Oh yeah, social worker is getting a in-home visiting nurse to start on Friday. So she'll be helping my wife make sure she gets ready for her dialysis appointments. That'll help a whole lot. It's tuff doing it solo.
Well, my SD just now arrived *glad I am deaf, BS slides off easy! *
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