Tractor Man And Prayers...

Hubby with the Other Woman, Maggie Mae

Hubby and Zander 

Hubby went to the hospital today.  He has had heart problems for a while.  His cardio refraction rate (however you spell it) has decreased from 25 percent to less than ten percent.  If you're wondering that ain't good.  

Tomorrow he will be transported to Baptist Hospital in Little Rock for more looking and poking.  Possibility of consideration for a heart transplant.  

Please pray, light a candle, cut off a chicken's head...whatever your religion...ask for help to guide us through this and bring him home healed.

Sorry for the sick humor, that is the only way I can make it through this.  Thank you.

Thursday's Things In A Row...

Country rows are first

They're the best to me

Petals, stamens, pistols, foliage

The vine is one long row to see.

 Core drill marks are plain to see

Drill a core, set  dynamite, blow the bluff.

Would nature be more lovely

Without this stuff?

We would have no road through solid rock

No dam for the water to block.

Sometimes "progress" is a load of crock.

The homesteads beneath the lake

Lie covered and forgotten

Immanent Domain allowed them to rape...

The Cancer center is full of rows,

Marble balls and concrete pots,

Laid brick roads. For what?

To give some peace to those who are treated?

To prepare the family for the optimism needed?

Personally I would rather see

Research dollars spent wisely.

 

I believe

There are more healing qualities

In Nature's beauty

Then can ever exist in this brazen absurdity.

 

You can tell I'm tired.

You can tell I'm disgusted.

Jumping through hoops of medical injustice.

Maybe I need you, as a bunch,

to give me a collective kick in the rump!

 

Hopefully when you join Pat

You'll see more enlightening rows than these.



You Can Take The Farm Girl Off The Farm

but you can't make me street wise.  I've been lost in Little Rock so many times might think I would know my way around by now.  Nope, wrong!  Found the hospital okay Thursday but deciding which parking garage to use for what section was too confusing for me.  Give me a dirt road or woods and I can find my way any where but add concrete, thousands of cars and four lanes of one way traffic and you might as well just put me down.  I was about ready to check into to the nut ward just from the driving.

I don't have a cell phone so Hubby lent me his.  That was a laugh.  I didn't even know how to make it work.  There was an angel in the waiting room for us that made many calls for me trying to track down what we needed to do.  I was so grateful I gave her my new flip flops. I had just purchased them for the trip in case my old ones had a blow out and they were in my purse.  The angel that saved us was thrilled and they matched her blouse perfectly.

Thursday's pretests were running over three hours behind.  I had a motel reserved.  I couldn't find that so just stopped at a motel and said, please tell me you have a room.  They did.  I called to cancel the other room fifteen minutes before deadline.

And goodness gracious Hooters was right next door.  Marcy and I decided not to go to Hooter's since I asked two men if the food was good.  They said, No! and said Hooters was for the atmosphere not the food.

So we ate at Cactus Jack's.

This is one fajita!

Marcy enjoyed her last solid meal for a few days.

The next morning poking and prodding began at five am. They took Marcy away so I TRIED to go pick up a part for her at Arkansas Health Dept. I kept loosing the street. I know, idiot! It would circle something and then it was gone again.

I found the old capitol.

I found the current capitol.

I found the historic union station

with no time to explore.

I did not find the place I was supposed to find.

I had the lady on the phone

 and she finally said, Honey, can  you find the hospital again??

She said, Go park and I will meet you.

That Angel brought the medical part to me

and gave me a much needed hug.

Now for the surgery report.  Doc believes he has removed all the cancer but had to take a thyroid because it was so entangled.  Six hours of solid reconstruction surgery later she is morphined and resting.  She gave me orders after surgery to go home and feed the chickens and her cats.  I did.  I cried but that is what she wanted me to do.

She will be pretty much be knocked out til Sunday so I will have one more of many adventurous trips to Little Rock.  Sure hope my skills improve...and I'm driving a standard transmission!

I could feel all the prayers and well wishes in the room with us.  Thank you. We can still use them.  It's gonna be a long haul.

My Story

The need for my hospital stay is a severe infection that keeps erupting. First place top of right foot, second; outside of left knee, third; right index finger, all of which have been extremely painful and disgusting.

I had been seeing a practitioner, she never cultured it, did not seem too concerned with my general health and gave me two antibiotics.

My employee got rather upset with P's lack of concern for my health. She made me an appointment with a real doctor, who immediately began a culture, admitted me, sent a neuro-bone guy who left surgery to see me, they took buckets of blood and put me on an iv antibiotic and keep me over night to make sure I did not need surgery.

When I found out this morning, I did not need surgery, it was not in my joints, I broke out with strict instructions to follow up and take my new meds.

In observation, good things happened and not so good things. I had a room but the bathroom was across the waiting area. I had one nurse that could not get my vein, one rolled, one blew....rather painfully, I might add. New nurse comes and finds a good vein right away. Seth, my wonderful night nurse, brought me chocolate ice cream.

I did survive the night. I thought it was very convenient that a cemetery was just behind my room.

Guess Where I Have Been

I will give you a hint...
or two.

This is called a television?

Seth, my favortie LPN, provided me with chocolate ice cream, I had a good book and a iv flusher...what more could I need? I escaped today.

Been Gone Having a Baby...

My third grandson, Evan Zander...six pounds nine ounces, 191/2 inches long was born by c-section 11/05/2008 at 11:47am. Mom, Dad and baby are all well. Maria will shoot me when she sees these photos.

I will probably post too many pictures so tell me when you have seen enough.