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(((((Steven))))) YOur situation does sound really tough right now.  I’ve never gone through anything like that before and I wish you and the rest of your family the best. -Vanessa – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > In fact, I’m willing to bet that Mr. Rogers would have shot someone. > Yesterday, I took my brother to the ER for some kind of infection — > he told me the doctor said it was bacterial, but he’s been telling > everyone else that it’s a virus. In all fairness, he has been pretty > sick, and today was the first day that he’s really felt like getting > out of bed except when he had to run out of bed for the bathroom. > Not to be outdone, dad decided he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t make > it to the bathroom the first time. And then managed to puke on himself > despite the fact that I had given him a basin. He did okay the second > time. Now mind you, by this time, I’m kind of queazy and I suspected I > was running a fever. My eyes have felt like they were totally on fire, > and until I got those theratears in them, I really couldn’t see. So he > goes on to bed. But not for long. > To make a long story short, he never made it to the commode though we > did manage to make his landing reasonably slow and soft. Me — in the > physical shape I’m in and my brother, still suffering from this > infection had absolutely no way of getting him back up again. The best > we could do was to get him kneeling. And, of course, that’s when the > diarrhea hit again. So, we call my brother back. I should have > insisted that he spend the night anyway since we were all not doing so > well — he had just gotten back taking his younger one to ECU for a > try-out with the music department. > Eventually we got dad up, but not before more diarrhea hit. You might > say the shit was really hitting it tonight. We finally got him on the > bed (which we had strategically covered with a shower curtain) and I > set about cleaning him up. But at this point, he was worn out, we were > worn out, his knees hurt, yadda yadda yadda. So, discretion being the > better part of valor, we rotated him on the shower curtain, threw a > towel over him, and covered him up and put him to bed — hopefully for > the night. > My brothers mopped the bathroom and the hall while I was cleaning up > dad and sprayed the lysol and such. > But the thing that gets me is that we have a portable potty in dad’s > bedroom, but he refuses to use it. No, that’s not the thing that gets > me, the thing that gets me is how little dad will try to do for > himself anymore. I mean, I love the lady that comes in to help with > him during the week, but I wonder if we aren’t sometimes playing into > his need to do as little as possible. I mean, we couldn’t get him to > stand up or move his feet or try to walk. I managed to keep him up > most of the way to the bathroom — all the while telling him that he > needed to lift that right foot or he was going to fall. And it’s > difficult because picking up his feet has been the real problem after > his strokes. And he is sick. But I just don’t know how to evaluate > this. But I do know that I am not looking forward to tomorrow. > Oi vey! > steve (H) > CD Class of ‘82 > ASCC on the WWW: http://ascc.healingwell.com > —–= Posted via Newsfeeds.Com, Uncensored Usenet News =—– > http://www.newsfeeds.com – The #1 Newsgroup Service in the World! > —–==  Over 80,000 Newsgroups – 16 Different Servers! =—–

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(((((((((((((((((Steve))))))))))))))))) Love & Peace Maryjo

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(((((Steve))))) Do you ever notice that sly grin on Mr. Rogers? Don’t you just want to slip Barney a couple bucks to go slap him silly? (Or maybe the other way around?) Sounds like you guys had a rough time. Also sounds like it might be time for your dad to go to the nursing home. It is a great relief to my brother and I to know that our dad is being taken care of. His memory is slowly slipping, he also has trouble walking (uses a walker), and he is incontinent. Howard – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > In fact, I’m willing to bet that Mr. Rogers would have shot someone. > Yesterday, I took my brother to the ER for some kind of infection — > he told me the doctor said it was bacterial, but he’s been telling > everyone else that it’s a virus. In all fairness, he has been pretty > sick, and today was the first day that he’s really felt like getting > out of bed except when he had to run out of bed for the bathroom. > Not to be outdone, dad decided he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t make > it to the bathroom the first time. And then managed to puke on himself > despite the fact that I had given him a basin. He did okay the second > time. Now mind you, by this time, I’m kind of queazy and I suspected I > was running a fever. My eyes have felt like they were totally on fire, > and until I got those theratears in them, I really couldn’t see. So he > goes on to bed. But not for long. > To make a long story short, he never made it to the commode though we > did manage to make his landing reasonably slow and soft. Me — in the > physical shape I’m in and my brother, still suffering from this > infection had absolutely no way of getting him back up again. The best > we could do was to get him kneeling. And, of course, that’s when the > diarrhea hit again. So, we call my brother back. I should have > insisted that he spend the night anyway since we were all not doing so > well — he had just gotten back taking his younger one to ECU for a > try-out with the music department. > Eventually we got dad up, but not before more diarrhea hit. You might > say the shit was really hitting it tonight. We finally got him on the > bed (which we had strategically covered with a shower curtain) and I > set about cleaning him up. But at this point, he was worn out, we were > worn out, his knees hurt, yadda yadda yadda. So, discretion being the > better part of valor, we rotated him on the shower curtain, threw a > towel over him, and covered him up and put him to bed — hopefully for > the night. > My brothers mopped the bathroom and the hall while I was cleaning up > dad and sprayed the lysol and such. > But the thing that gets me is that we have a portable potty in dad’s > bedroom, but he refuses to use it. No, that’s not the thing that gets > me, the thing that gets me is how little dad will try to do for > himself anymore. I mean, I love the lady that comes in to help with > him during the week, but I wonder if we aren’t sometimes playing into > his need to do as little as possible. I mean, we couldn’t get him to > stand up or move his feet or try to walk. I managed to keep him up > most of the way to the bathroom — all the while telling him that he > needed to lift that right foot or he was going to fall. And it’s > difficult because picking up his feet has been the real problem after > his strokes. And he is sick. But I just don’t know how to evaluate > this. But I do know that I am not looking forward to tomorrow. > Oi vey! > steve (H) > CD Class of ‘82 > ASCC on the WWW: http://ascc.healingwell.com > —–= Posted via Newsfeeds.Com, Uncensored Usenet News =—– > http://www.newsfeeds.com – The #1 Newsgroup Service in the World! > —–==  Over 80,000 Newsgroups – 16 Different Servers! =—–

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I read somewhere that Mr. Rogers was a sniper in Viet Nam…. So not only would he have shot .. they would have been accurate… Hang in there buddy, I am pulling for ya. Mike – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – >In fact, I’m willing to bet that Mr. Rogers would have shot someone. >Yesterday, I took my brother to the ER for some kind of infection — >he told me the doctor said it was bacterial, but he’s been telling >everyone else that it’s a virus. In all fairness, he has been pretty >sick, and today was the first day that he’s really felt like getting >out of bed except when he had to run out of bed for the bathroom. >Not to be outdone, dad decided he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t make >it to the bathroom the first time. And then managed to puke on himself >despite the fact that I had given him a basin. He did okay the second >time. Now mind you, by this time, I’m kind of queazy and I suspected I >was running a fever. My eyes have felt like they were totally on fire, >and until I got those theratears in them, I really couldn’t see. So he >goes on to bed. But not for long. >To make a long story short, he never made it to the commode though we >did manage to make his landing reasonably slow and soft. Me — in the >physical shape I’m in and my brother, still suffering from this >infection had absolutely no way of getting him back up again. The best >we could do was to get him kneeling. And, of course, that’s when the >diarrhea hit again. So, we call my brother back. I should have >insisted that he spend the night anyway since we were all not doing so >well — he had just gotten back taking his younger one to ECU for a >try-out with the music department. >Eventually we got dad up, but not before more diarrhea hit. You might >say the shit was really hitting it tonight. We finally got him on the >bed (which we had strategically covered with a shower curtain) and I >set about cleaning him up. But at this point, he was worn out, we were >worn out, his knees hurt, yadda yadda yadda. So, discretion being the >better part of valor, we rotated him on the shower curtain, threw a >towel over him, and covered him up and put him to bed — hopefully for >the night. >My brothers mopped the bathroom and the hall while I was cleaning up >dad and sprayed the lysol and such. >But the thing that gets me is that we have a portable potty in dad’s >bedroom, but he refuses to use it. No, that’s not the thing that gets >me, the thing that gets me is how little dad will try to do for >himself anymore. I mean, I love the lady that comes in to help with >him during the week, but I wonder if we aren’t sometimes playing into >his need to do as little as possible. I mean, we couldn’t get him to >stand up or move his feet or try to walk. I managed to keep him up >most of the way to the bathroom — all the while telling him that he >needed to lift that right foot or he was going to fall. And it’s >difficult because picking up his feet has been the real problem after >his strokes. And he is sick. But I just don’t know how to evaluate >this. But I do know that I am not looking forward to tomorrow. >Oi vey! >steve (H) >CD Class of ‘82 >ASCC on the WWW: http://ascc.healingwell.com >—–= Posted via Newsfeeds.Com, Uncensored Usenet News =—– >http://www.newsfeeds.com – The #1 Newsgroup Service in the World! >—–==  Over 80,000 Newsgroups – 16 Different Servers! =—–

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