Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Three

[DancingHeretik]

Can anyone tell me how to git rid of this stupid stats bar on the right side o my screen? I am not senile enough to forget who I am and where I am....yet.

I just make the text larger. The stats get kicked down to the bottom of the page.

Happy birthday, Kim!

I'm just catching up here. Glad the move is done, but how's your daughter feeling after the move?

She was so tired and sore that she stayed home from work on Monday. But, today she woke up and was amazed that she could actually move with minimal pain.

Little by little the house is getting in order. Some stuff has to just be put away wherever it will go until we find what works best here. We don't have any more actual storage space here. Just more open space and an extra bedroom. Storage space is about the same, just arranged a little differently.

I was coloring mine for years and finally just got tired of the time and expense and just stopped doing it. Fortunately the gray came in all sprinkled around so it didn't look too stupid. Now it's pretty much all salt and a little pepper.

Yup, I'm learning to like mine. Lots of white streaks.

 

[MattB101]

I signed and added a comment in the comment section. Don't know if that helps but can't hurt.

 

[MattB101]

I'm in the same position. I suggest adding a softener to your vitamin regimen.

Oh I do the whole routine. Lactalose twice daily and a softener once a day. Doesn't help if the urge isn't there until your bloated and hurting. I'm sure that's entirely too much information but what the heck, I'm not embarrassed.

 

[MattB101]

I just make the text larger. The stats get kicked down to the bottom of the page.

Happy birthday, Kim!

She was so tired and sore that she stayed home from work on Monday. But, today she woke up and was amazed that she could actually move with minimal pain.

Little by little the house is getting in order. Some stuff has to just be put away wherever it will go until we find what works best here. We don't have any more actual storage space here. Just more open space and an extra bedroom. Storage space is about the same, just arranged a little differently.


Yup, I'm learning to like mine. Lots of white streaks.

Doree colors hers and says that she will until they bury her. I don't mind if she does or doesn't but, I can see it from her point of view. Some folks just think of letting it get gray as giving in. I stopped the Grecian Formula when it started having no effect whatsoever in my temple area. I started to look like Captain Fantastic in the Fantastic Four and just gave up.
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[Rat2chat2]

****This is a warming that this is going to be one of my long and boring posts.****

Last Friday, my daddy calls me and says, "I hate to bother you but I need a ride the the emergency room." I asked him what was wrong and he said he was having a heart attack. I don't live but about three miles away so I arrived rather quickly, to say the least. He would not let me call an ambulance. Not because he does not have insurance or because he wants to be frugal, but only because the ambulance would broadcast to the nosy neighbors that there was something wrong with him. So. . . I assess the situation and decided that since he is the color of a marshmallow, that it is not the time to argue with him. I am driving quite safely but much faster than my normal, "I'll get there eventually" speed. I had to kick it up to my "Git-r-done gear". Let's face it, I am a woman with ample bosom, carrying a Retired Policeman who is clearly displaying signs of a heart attack. I was golden. All I needed was Darryl Waltrip yelling, "Boogidy boogidy boogidy, let's go racing boys".

Two hours after getting there, his heart just stops hurting and he is ready to leave. Just forget about the hour and a half of non-stop pain that a couple of nitroglycerin pills had little effect on. He told me he would have just stayed home if he knew it was going to stop. (I really need to stop searching for the reason I myself, am so hardheaded) He was admitted and hooked up to fifty-eleven wires and beeping monitors. Have I ever told you how much I hate beeping sounds? There is no doubt in my mind, the real reason wile e coyote wanted to catch the Road Runner.

Monday they did the catheterization. One 90% blockage that they were able to balloon and insert a stent and one 100% blocked, that he said was not causing any problems and just left alone. It has been 19 years since he had his bypass or any issues whatsoever. In fact I consider him healthier than me on most of my good days. Everyone referred to me as the "wife". I hope it because he is a very young looking 81 year. Today when I finally got a shower and looked in the mirror, I was not at all sure.

Before his procedure, he was talking about dying and different things that are normal when you are scared. After his successful angioplasty, he thinks it might be a good idea to only have one egg and one piece of bacon every other day instead of two. (I'll let you know what he thinks of his turkey bacon that I will introduce him to for breakfast).

Yesterday morning, as he is told he can get out of bed, we are going to the restroom and I ask him how he feels. His reply was, "I am weaker than goat's piss".

The nurse seemed to love his sense of humor. Of course the doctor did not laugh when he asked could he mow the lawn. The doctor shook his head as daddy made it clear he was going to use the riding lawnmower, not pushing it. The final answer was still no. My son or hubby will mow it for him. I am afraid if he saw me driving a $14,000 riding lawnmower. . . I would have to take him back to the emergency room.

So before when I was absent it was because I was not feeling good. I am doing much better since I have not had the time to feel bad. I did not want to bother anyone with this because it was Father's Day, but looking back now, it may have been the perfect time. I was there for him when he needed me. What better way could I have said Happy Father's Day to him.

I gave you all of this information and background, because you all here feel like part of my family. What I really want to share with you is. . . how wonderful stealth vaping really is when on the rare occasion I am wearing my

. bahahahaha

I will pop in when I can. Sorry for the long story but thank you for letting me share with you.

 

[Semiretired]

Take care Rat...

 

[Flowersoul]

Rat, glad you were able to be there for your father!
That had to be one scary time for you, but you handled it like the trooper you are!

 

[Flowersoul]

 

[MikeE3]

****This is a warming that this is going to be one of my long and boring posts.****

Last Friday, my daddy calls me and says, "I hate to bother you but I need a ride the the emergency room." I asked him what was wrong and he said he was having a heart attack. I don't live but about three miles away so I arrived rather quickly, to say the least. He would not let me call an ambulance. Not because he does not have insurance or because he wants to be frugal, but only because the ambulance would broadcast to the nosy neighbors that there was something wrong with him. So. . . I assess the situation and decided that since he is the color of a marshmallow, that it is not the time to argue with him. I am driving quite safely but much faster than my normal, "I'll get there eventually" speed. I had to kick it up to my "Git-r-done gear". Let's face it, I am a woman with ample bosom, carrying a Retired Policeman who is clearly displaying signs of a heart attack. I was golden. All I needed was Darryl Waltrip yelling, "Boogidy boogidy boogidy, let's go racing boys".

Two hours after getting there, his heart just stops hurting and he is ready to leave. Just forget about the hour and a half of non-stop pain that a couple of nitroglycerin pills had little effect on. He told me he would have just stayed home if he knew it was going to stop. (I really need to stop searching for the reason I myself, am so hardheaded) He was admitted and hooked up to fifty-eleven wires and beeping monitors. Have I ever told you how much I hate beeping sounds? There is no doubt in my mind, the real reason wile e coyote wanted to catch the Road Runner.

Monday they did the catheterization. One 90% blockage that they were able to balloon and insert a stent and one 100% blocked, that he said was not causing any problems and just left alone. It has been 19 years since he had his bypass or any issues whatsoever. In fact I consider him healthier than me on most of my good days. Everyone referred to me as the "wife". I hope it because he is a very young looking 81 year. Today when I finally got a shower and looked in the mirror, I was not at all sure.

Before his procedure, he was talking about dying and different things that are normal when you are scared. After his successful angioplasty, he thinks it might be a good idea to only have one egg and one piece of bacon every other day instead of two. (I'll let you know what he thinks of his turkey bacon that I will introduce him to for breakfast).

Yesterday morning, as he is told he can get out of bed, we are going to the restroom and I ask him how he feels. His reply was, "I am weaker than goat's piss".

The nurse seemed to love his sense of humor. Of course the doctor did not laugh when he asked could he mow the lawn. The doctor shook his head as daddy made it clear he was going to use the riding lawnmower, not pushing it. The final answer was still no. My son or hubby will mow it for him. I am afraid if he saw me driving a $14,000 riding lawnmower. . . I would have to take him back to the emergency room.

So before when I was absent it was because I was not feeling good. I am doing much better since I have not had the time to feel bad. I did not want to bother anyone with this because it was Father's Day, but looking back now, it may have been the perfect time. I was there for him when he needed me. What better way could I have said Happy Father's Day to him.

I gave you all of this information and background, because you all here feel like part of my family. What I really want to share with you is. . . how wonderful stealth vaping really is when on the rare occasion I am wearing my

. bahahahaha

I will pop in when I can. Sorry for the long story but thank you for letting me share with you.

{{{{{ rat2chat2 }}}}} oh my - nice it turned out well for you and your Pop - what a Father's Day!

 

[clnire]

Rat, thank you for sharing. Sometimes just sharing helps you get through it. Sounds like you handled it very well, and glad you could be there for him.

Share all our want! I think I can speak for everyone (????) to say "We care!".

 

[DavidOck]

Sheeesh, Rat, what a weekend for you and yours! Glad it worked out ok, can't see why a $14K mower doesn't mow by itself, and good luck with the turkey bacon. (There are different brands, iirc, so if he doesn't like one, maybe try a different one?)

how wonderful stealth vaping really is when on the rare occasion I am wearing my

. bahahahaha

Uh, I just don't think that's where you were stashing your stealth hardware!

 

[MattB101]

****This is a warming that this is going to be one of my long and boring posts.****

Last Friday, my daddy calls me and says, "I hate to bother you but I need a ride the the emergency room." I asked him what was wrong and he said he was having a heart attack. I don't live but about three miles away so I arrived rather quickly, to say the least. He would not let me call an ambulance. Not because he does not have insurance or because he wants to be frugal, but only because the ambulance would broadcast to the nosy neighbors that there was something wrong with him. So. . . I assess the situation and decided that since he is the color of a marshmallow, that it is not the time to argue with him. I am driving quite safely but much faster than my normal, "I'll get there eventually" speed. I had to kick it up to my "Git-r-done gear". Let's face it, I am a woman with ample bosom, carrying a Retired Policeman who is clearly displaying signs of a heart attack. I was golden. All I needed was Darryl Waltrip yelling, "Boogidy boogidy boogidy, let's go racing boys".

Two hours after getting there, his heart just stops hurting and he is ready to leave. Just forget about the hour and a half of non-stop pain that a couple of nitroglycerin pills had little effect on. He told me he would have just stayed home if he knew it was going to stop. (I really need to stop searching for the reason I myself, am so hardheaded) He was admitted and hooked up to fifty-eleven wires and beeping monitors. Have I ever told you how much I hate beeping sounds? There is no doubt in my mind, the real reason wile e coyote wanted to catch the Road Runner.

Monday they did the catheterization. One 90% blockage that they were able to balloon and insert a stent and one 100% blocked, that he said was not causing any problems and just left alone. It has been 19 years since he had his bypass or any issues whatsoever. In fact I consider him healthier than me on most of my good days. Everyone referred to me as the "wife". I hope it because he is a very young looking 81 year. Today when I finally got a shower and looked in the mirror, I was not at all sure.

Before his procedure, he was talking about dying and different things that are normal when you are scared. After his successful angioplasty, he thinks it might be a good idea to only have one egg and one piece of bacon every other day instead of two. (I'll let you know what he thinks of his turkey bacon that I will introduce him to for breakfast).

Yesterday morning, as he is told he can get out of bed, we are going to the restroom and I ask him how he feels. His reply was, "I am weaker than goat's piss".

The nurse seemed to love his sense of humor. Of course the doctor did not laugh when he asked could he mow the lawn. The doctor shook his head as daddy made it clear he was going to use the riding lawnmower, not pushing it. The final answer was still no. My son or hubby will mow it for him. I am afraid if he saw me driving a $14,000 riding lawnmower. . . I would have to take him back to the emergency room.

So before when I was absent it was because I was not feeling good. I am doing much better since I have not had the time to feel bad. I did not want to bother anyone with this because it was Father's Day, but looking back now, it may have been the perfect time. I was there for him when he needed me. What better way could I have said Happy Father's Day to him.

I gave you all of this information and background, because you all here feel like part of my family. What I really want to share with you is. . . how wonderful stealth vaping really is when on the rare occasion I am wearing my

. bahahahaha

I will pop in when I can. Sorry for the long story but thank you for letting me share with you.

Your a good daughter Ratty. Your Dad did at least one thing right, he raised you. I'm going to keep both you and your dad in my prayers.

 

[MattB101]

I'm sure he did more than one. Just saying he raised a good one in you. Read that and thought it might need a little clarification.

 

[Sterno]

glad your Dad is ok Torey your a good girl hes lucky tto have got to raise you

 

[Diver9543]

Glad to hear your dad is doing OK and that you were there for him in his time of need. I have you and your family in my prayers. Don't you just love modern medicine?

 

[misswish1]

So glad it turned out so well for your Dad! Hugs for you both.

 

[Janet H]

Done and passed it on!

 

[williegntx]

Prayers for you both Torey, you did good!

 

[Janet H]

{{{{{Ratty}}}}} This has to be the best Father's Day ever! He could have died being there by himself, but you were there and you did good!! What a great day! It helps to share so don't be afraid to let loose here. We really do care.

 

[Iffy]

****This is a warming that this is going to be one of my long and boring posts.****

Yes, your post was warming and long, but in no way boring! Actually it was endearing, uplifting and day-um'd humorous!!

Hope and prayers out to you and yours...
Hurry back when ya can!