* I dumped a bit of critter food on a paver sitting in my flowerbed to try to lure the baby squirrels into my yard. The little shits are very cautious about anything THAT easy to get to. However I am getting some cardinals and other vermin critters, coming up.
*The other night Craig Ferguson said something like, ” Young people who want change try to orchestrate a well placed riot. Old farts like me just think, “Get that riot off my lawn!” Heh
*Overheard at chez Lopez last night while discussing John’s midlife crisis crazies.
Kessa shot a look at The Boyfriend and said, “Honey, when you start having a midlife crisis I’m just shipping you off.
The Boyfriend, a tad bewildered, “To where?”
Kessa, “They have places for men to go to stay till they get over that stuff. That’s where you’ll have to go! But, don’t worry, I’ll still come and visit you once in a while.”
The Boyfriend contemplates this for a few seconds and says, “So that’s what happens to men…. what happens to women?”
Before Kessa could begin to formulate an answer, I snapped, “We start having periods once a month about the age of 12 and it lasts until who knows when!”
The Boyfriend, “Oh….yeah.” Now he feels lucky.
* H, essentially, wet the bed last night. Yesterday her catheter started failing and she was waking up with a leeeetle bit of pee in the bag and a lot in the diaper. So I called the agency to come out here and change it.
They sent some new chick. *sigh*
Now don’t get me wrong, she was nice, and doing the best she knew how. Yet, Henrietta is riddled with fistulas to the point that it’s like Swiss cheese up in there. At least that’s what I’m guessing since it’s such a hit or miss proposition to get the cath to work. OK, mostly “miss”.
The nurse did her thing and left. So cocksure of herself that she didn’t even bother to wait around and see if it “took”.
It didn’t and it was evident last night when I put H to bed. She just had a wee bit ‘o wee in the bag. Sometimes moving her around and, consequently moving the fistulas gets it all back lined up, so I was hopeful putting her in bed would do this.
About 8:00 this morning she was soaked in urine. So I changed up all the fixin’s she was in, diaper, nightgown, hospital chux, etc. and she went back to sleep.
Here in a few minutes she is going to go sit on the bedpan and when she’s done, I am going to give changing the catheter a shot and I bet I can get it done. If she’ll let me do it.
I’ll report back and don’t worry. I promise… no pictures.