Well, dad is better for the time being...
Realistically, I know he doesn't have a whole lot of time left, but the point is that he HAS time left. So I can say all the stuff to him that I want to say to him. So he'll die knowing that I love him. That night at the hospital when they told us he was dying, I swore I'd be more patient with him. And so I am, for the most part. But it's difficult to be patient with him sometimes. Like when he wakes me several times in the night to be turned, or just to talk, and I have to be to work the next day. Or when he keeps asking the same thing over and over again (we think he had some little strokes when his BP went so low).
Mom said she was never going to yell at him/get angry with him again if only he lived. Boy, was THAT short-lived! I have to laugh! Her arthritis is really bad now. I can't wait till she can have her other knee done because I think she'll be a lot happier due to less pain. It sucks, having older parents who are also invalids, especially when one's a quadriplegic and the other's mobility is also limited, though not as severely, obviously. And *that* is the understatement of the year if not the century. Or at least decade.
Tiki's going pretty well. All-day turnout agrees with him. I rode him twice last week, really gave him a workout on Friday evening. When we were going to the left, he'd go sideways down the long side of the arena that's closest to the barn, which was aggravating. I thought he was just being a bugger, but after doing some surfing on the COTH forums, I think I may have been giving him inadvertent signals with my seat. He's a very responsive horse and I think I was collapsing my hip and thus he was moving away from the pressure. I'm going to try staying straighter tonight and see if that makes a difference.
In other news, I've got a cold for the second time in a month. I think that the amoxicillin didn't completely knock out the sinus infection I had about two weeks ago. Am deliberating making a doctor's appointment...
Realistically, I know he doesn't have a whole lot of time left, but the point is that he HAS time left. So I can say all the stuff to him that I want to say to him. So he'll die knowing that I love him. That night at the hospital when they told us he was dying, I swore I'd be more patient with him. And so I am, for the most part. But it's difficult to be patient with him sometimes. Like when he wakes me several times in the night to be turned, or just to talk, and I have to be to work the next day. Or when he keeps asking the same thing over and over again (we think he had some little strokes when his BP went so low).
Mom said she was never going to yell at him/get angry with him again if only he lived. Boy, was THAT short-lived! I have to laugh! Her arthritis is really bad now. I can't wait till she can have her other knee done because I think she'll be a lot happier due to less pain. It sucks, having older parents who are also invalids, especially when one's a quadriplegic and the other's mobility is also limited, though not as severely, obviously. And *that* is the understatement of the year if not the century. Or at least decade.
Tiki's going pretty well. All-day turnout agrees with him. I rode him twice last week, really gave him a workout on Friday evening. When we were going to the left, he'd go sideways down the long side of the arena that's closest to the barn, which was aggravating. I thought he was just being a bugger, but after doing some surfing on the COTH forums, I think I may have been giving him inadvertent signals with my seat. He's a very responsive horse and I think I was collapsing my hip and thus he was moving away from the pressure. I'm going to try staying straighter tonight and see if that makes a difference.
In other news, I've got a cold for the second time in a month. I think that the amoxicillin didn't completely knock out the sinus infection I had about two weeks ago. Am deliberating making a doctor's appointment...