Holy moly....what's going on out there. Is the government seeding the clouds with viruses, and bacterial infections. We actually had a school close locally, just so they could disinfect it. My Father and I were both down for the count, and we're basically shut-ins. My Sister in laws BD, was on the second, and they were leaving for Florida, the next day. We normally have our shindigs here, but I asked my other brother, if we could do it at his place, because I wasn't going to be able to pull off, making everything look descent. I didn't know his neighbors, would stop by, and we think they were the culprits.
It took a couple of days to set in, but neither one of us had any balance. I was crawling to the bathroom, the first day. The non stop coughing, was helped by some wise pre-preparation, with an IOP. It made quite the difference, and I was so glad, that I was prepared. Definitely, took the edge off, and I didn't have to worry, that I was going to bust a gut. My Father had four falls. Two, thank God, on the couch. I leave notes for my brother everyday, who is still able to do the morning shift for now, and warned him, that you might find Daddy on the ground. There he was. He said it had just happened in the bathroom. Then another day, I had to give him, what I call a half shower, because there was just too much poop to clean. Sorry for the graphics. After I got him out, he was holding on with two hands, on the safety rails, and I turned for one second to get the walker, and in he fell. Just sitting there, with his feet hanging over the tub. Once we go him out, he went to bed. I kept telling my local brother, that we had to get him checked out, to make sure nothing was broken, or that the infection was really invading his brain. When he came back over later, my Father couldn't get out of bed, but he was soaked. I kept pleading with my brother to take him, but he said he would in the morning. Amongst many other things, he was also a Fire Commissioner for 25 years, so he has called the guys in the past, to come over, and give their opinion, without all the drama, of the sirens. I was able to change my Father, by using scissors, to cut off his diapers. I got warm, and clean sweats on, and was able to put on the clean protective cover, and remove the wet one. There was a lot of rolling him, back and forth, by myself. He was holding on to his bed rails, like he was falling from the Titanic. His back was to me, and I heard him whisper, don't leave me. Lay down with me. Now.......you do not hear stuff like this in staunch strong Irish Catholic Family's. Never. It bought tears to my eyes, as I laid at the edge of the bed, holding his foot. I thought, this is it. He's leaving me. My mind starts wandering, my brother and his wife, are going to have to come back from Florida, one of my aunts and uncle are also down there for a couple of months. My aunt who's a Nun, is in Ohio, but can't travel alone. Are my nephews and nieces in the middle of exams, can my cousin, the professional singer, leave her five children. It just kept racing and racing. Well, my brother did take him the next morning, by himself. They did a complete workup, and nothing was broken. Of course he's back to driving me nuts, with the constant asking for food. Yelling at me for trying to shave him with this product, where it is impossible to get cut. Telling me, he will exercise, and then last about three minutes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........woe is me. I'm yet again, begging my brother to bring him back to his regular workout place, so he's in a safe environment, and gets to socialize. The Prom King needs to be around people. And hopefully more exercise, would help with the RLS
In the midst of all this, I start noticing that my regular cat, is acting lethargic, and not eating her wet food, which she lived for. She wasn't really moving too much, and she liked to drink out of coffee cups, so I brought her water, and held the cup for her. I told my niece and her husband, because they're the ones I inherited her from. They got her checked out, and she was in kidney failure. There wasn't much that could be done, so the three of us, sat crying on the phone together. They sent me some video's, and they let me talk to her, before she crossed over the Kitty Rainbow Bridge. So sad, I had so many milestones with this cat, after her living in one room, in Philly, for a while. She started here in one room, hissing and scratching me. Then she graduated to two rooms, and then the entire upstairs. Within a week she walked by me when I was on the computer, and gave me a rub. She then graduated to the downstairs, and then to the great outdoors, to watch the birds, and squirrels. The kitten/cat, that my neighbor injured, is still staying with me. So late one night, Midnight, and Hoodrat cat, went out in the neighborhood. I never saw Midnight go so far. She was less fearful, at night. I actually had to look for her. I like to think of it, as her last make a wish trip, before she left us. So I still have Hoodrat cat, and his aunt who likes to run in, have a bite to eat, and then sleep in her secret hide away. She growls at her nephew. The poor cat, just wants someone to play with.
So here I sit, once again, telling stories of my life, to PR friends, and strangers. Oh, and my EBV, is definitely kicking in with the cold sores. I noticed one on my Father also. They're so attractive. I love all these massive co-infections I carry in my body. But I'm going to be beating the crap out of all of them soon. Do or die.
Hope all is well with everyone. I wish you joy, and healing, no matter what journey you're on.