My good thoughts are joining all the others, Noddy. It is so difficult for Mr. Noddy, but I hope this time can be good for you.
Do you like baths, especially with luxurious bath salts or bubble bath? That can ease out the kinks better than almost anything else.
Thanks, all.
My Favorite Stepson is surfacing within the hour to jump-start the car.
I have to pack Mr. Noddy's glasses, teeth and hearing aids (as well as clean underwear and the television schedule). He's fretful without his detachable parts.
I also want to organize the bulky recycling so that Favorite Stepson can get all the old newspapers and magazines down for pickup. They are too heavy for me to lift.
I have to reschedule the furnace cleaning.
Now that the current storm is passing, I'm quite wet-noodly and hoping after my stint as a Good Woman and Faithful Helpmeet I can have a restful day.
Many, many thanks for the kind words and sweet thoughts. Moral support is very welcome in this neck of the woods this week.
Here's wishing you a restful day, Noddy.
I'm very happy to read that the "current storm is passing." I worried about you all last night, Noddy.
When you've had time to rest, please fill us in.
<sitting by Noddy's side>
Tai Chi, Eva--
Thanks for the kind thoughts.
The car has a functioning battery. Favorite Stepson made sure it was running before he took off. He also carried the recycling and garbage down to the curb and promised a hand with some essential home repairs.
At the hospital I chanced to encounter Mr. Noddy's doctor--and was able to hand him a new list of Very Peculiar Behavior. No one has ever bombarded him with lists of Very Peculiar Behavior before. He explained that PENNDOTT wants documented medical conditions. The doctor will investigate all possibilities.
He thinks Mr. Noddy has may have had a stroke, but he's also gotten himself over-medicated again. Mr. Noddy has been detoxing for 24 hours and seemed to me to be sharper than he's been for a long time.
I was lucky to find a handicapped parking place right outside the hospital door and a volunteer (future nurse) with a wheelchair gave me (and a suitcase) a ride up to the new cardiac wing.
On the way home, I stopped at a famed local diner for the Senior Citizen special on Liver & Bacon. I gorged myself and brought home a large doggie bag for a very worried doggie. Life is less worrying with onions and bacon.
Now, I'm for a nap.
Again, thank you all for your moral support. I'm relishing every bit of it.
Hey Noddy
So good to hear you less worried... you sounded cheerier. I hope you'll take the time whilst Mr.Noddy is safe to have a rest and dare I say, further pampering with whatever food is good and maybe a nice relaxing bath.
How is the poltergeist? I hope Liver and Bacon is acceptable to it.
Please take good care - feet up and read a book girl.
Hold on tight.
Iz x
Never underestimate the restorative powers of a local diner.
Swimpy--
Your presence is appreciated.
Izzie--
Liver and bacon are comfort food. Thus far my Inner Poltergeist understands.
Of course, the possibility of declining stress is very soothing.
George--
You and I must share a diner booth someday.
George--
I bags the window side.
You got it.
At this point in my life I prefer easy access to the aisle, especially after a
coupla cups of diner Joe.
George--
You're a gentleman.
How is Mr. Noddy doing today?
How are YOU doing, Noddy?
Eva--
Glad you asked.
Mr. Noddy is being released from the hospital today. I confess I was not overwhelmed with these gladsome tidings, but needs must when the devil drives.
The devil may be driving, but Mr. Noddy is not. His doctor has forbidden him the car keys until the pain killers are out of his system. His doctor has also read the riot act about eating the well-balanced, diabetic meals that I serve on time without demanding major changes in the menu.
We shall see.
Hey Noddy
Good for the doctor. I hope Mr Noddy will listen.
How are YOU Noddy???????
pain killers are the devils seed.
hopefully they are truly not mandatory and can be flushed down the toilet.
Noddy24 wrote:Eva--
Glad you asked.
Mr. Noddy is being released from the hospital today. I confess I was not overwhelmed with these gladsome tidings, but needs must when the devil drives.
The devil may be driving, but Mr. Noddy is not. His doctor has forbidden him the car keys until the pain killers are out of his system. His doctor has also read the riot act about eating the well-balanced, diabetic meals that I serve on time without demanding major changes in the menu.
We shall see.
Is this the same doctor who received your letters, noddy? If so, did he mention them to you?
George--
Thanks for reminding me, all is not dark.
The house is littered again; there is dried male urine in front of the toilet bowl; food was left out all night to go bad--but Mr. Noddy is NOT Driving.
Izzie--
How am I? Very tired, very weak and angry that very little of the promised support from the hospital materialized. Mr. Noddy was delivered home by taxi, but in exchange I had to listen to the insincere burblings of a woman who felt it was not her job to fufill any promises that I'd been made, but who wanted me to listen to her pat little speeches so I would know she was a tender and compassionate person.
Shewolf--
I have no control over Mr. Noddy's meds. I'm very concerned because he hasn't put them away yet, but I'm helpless.
Helpless these days is a very large country.
JPB--
The doctor has my letters. Unfortunately PENNDOT demands a clinical diagnois for yanking a driver's license and Mr. Noddy may improve.
At this point there is a neurologist in the act and he will make the ultimate decision. I'll be writing letters to the neurologist--when I have a bit more energy.
Thanks, all. Life is a bit bleak right this minute.
