Son Of Medicine Man
jimbot58
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Son Of Medicine Man
jimbot58
Ken, I'm glad to hear the surgery is over and all is hopefully well.
I hate to ask, but I haven't back read the posts yet, and I have really been kind of out of sorts for awhile....what was it your Mom needed surgery for? I remember you talking about it, but I'm blank from there.
In other news....a bit of an uh-oh tonight! Trying to mask and paint the marker lights on the end of the wing. I guess I kind of rushed and wasn't careful with my masking material when....
Not a big disaster but still a P.I. the A. to have to fix now.
Hi Jim,
I am really sorry to see the problem you have there. I always hate having to re-do work or fix something that was already done once! You are right, that is going to be a pain in the ***!
On the subject of my Mom, she had a paraesophageal hiatus hernia, which is the rare kind of hiatus hernia (only 5% are this type). It is when a part of the stomach herniates through the eseophageal hiatus and lies beside the esophagus, without movement of the gastroesophageal junction.
You can read about it here if you are so inclined:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiatus_hernia
I just talked to her on the phone, she is in a lot of pain, which is to be expected. But other than that she is doing good. I am going to the hospital to see her in a little while.
Ken
Ken
I remember now. Hope she recovers quickly. Sounds like a very involved surgery.
I didn't get a chance to repair my paint peel yesterday as I got a little busy: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, clean up leaves outdoors, run mower over yard (to mulch up left-over leaves), water lawn (almost 70 degrees here and no rain/snow for weeks!). Then I decided I should put up Christmas lights (up and down the ladder, on the roof, etc.). I am hoping to keep my spirits up a little by doing lights, but it still makes me a little sad. After all that, I ended up passed out on the couch and no time for my little jet.
Jim
P.S. I may redo that whole wing tip for a couple of reasons: It looks like I forgot to clean up the seam there and there is a ridge there, plus I used plain red for those marker light instead of clear red, and I'm just not happy with them anyway.
J.
Hi Jim,
I am glad that you at least have your friend that is close to you so you are not completely alone. I know the first year of the holidays without my Dad was the worst. We are all here for you Jim, and a lot of us have gone through similar experiences, so we understand.
The weather here is also quite unseasonably warm for this time of year. Today the high is supposed to get up to 64F and 70F tomorrow. But it is going to turn cold after that. Tuesday's high is 56F and Wednesday's high is only 44F.
My Mom is doing better today. I talked to her over the phone and she said the doctor told her she should be able to come home tomorrow. But she will still need help for another day when she does come home. Mostly from the pain pills, they make her dizzy. I will be visiting her at the hospital later this afternoon.
Ken
Ken;
All the best with your mom. My mom had chronic pain and over a period of three years the pain killers really damaged her general condition. She slowed down, she was always afraid of the pain so you might say 'paranoid', she lost basic arithmetic and logical skills, she became very emotional and difficult, and obviously, wasn't able to make decisions so I ended up doing that for her.
The most important thing is to manage the process so you don't end up as collateral damage.
Jim:
After so many betrayals from my kin during the death phase of my parents, there came a point when I had no-one to turn to. My wife's father told her a few days before his death the he "didn't know who she was", "you are not my daughter", that she was to blame for all the bad things that had happened to him, and that he had called his lawyer and written her out of his will. He also let me know that "I hate your guts you worthless ***************""Shut the f*** up and get lost!"
So things can go terribly wrong with family and leave us with many emotional bullet holes.
My father didn't even leave me the stuff I had given him, including a very detailed 1/24 Mk II Spitfire in NMF Factory Fresh Aluminum "just before the paint shop". My mother left everything to one sister. Neither parent ever said 'thank you' for all the hundreds of hours I spent in hospitals with them or the hours i spent visiting and consoling them. They just felt entitled, and I was treated like and expendable.
The worst thing is that now i have to suffer my siblings who did not lift a finger to help, but somehow managed to gain acknowledgement and estate residue. My father's last wife goes through brooms the way a janitor goes through garbage bags.
Finding a way past those permanent insults is not easy, as you know. I can't offer advice, there is no way to fix pain like that. But as Ken said, we can empathize. Here's the other thing, I can't confront any of those people and come to any resolution or understanding, because I am the bad guy. That's just how it is.
If you have a good connection with family Jim, that is the best possible thing.
There is nothing like feeling appreciated by people who care.
Dom