Let's Move On...

You are looking at our Silky and part of a line of 20 bags that will be hauled off. They contain about 400 6-hour VHS tapes in black plastic cases. Each tape is documented in an index book and printed descriptions taped in 3 spiral notebooks. When I mentioned to my Mom the amount of time and money she was investing to record movie after movie, she told me that this was what she did for a living and to leave her alone. Ha! What Mom did, she did
a todo dar.
Mom started recording in 1983 and died in 1998 at 85.
I inherited 6 book shelves that housed 1300 VHS tapes in black cases.
Any person would have loved to own this library of the best movies at their fingertips.
Then came Netflix where I can stream the majority of these movies into my home in HD. Who knew? Mom didn't.
Whew! It has taken 12 years, but I am down to the last 200 of these VHS tapes that are not available on Netflix. I will look at them, maybe copy some of them onto DVDs and that will be that. What a timely heritage and a waste of money. I feel like an albatross has been taken off my back by donating these tapes and it is only the beginning to a simplified life. Mine.

What is that on my orange?

I'm in the dark early this morning having to be very quiet in the bedroom of My Lady. I just finished watching an Animal Planet show, The Monsters in Me, that showed parasites that invaded human bodies. Tonight, the lady on the TV had a long worm that showed under her skin on her chest. You may have seen the show. She does not go to the doctor until she begins to feel it moving under her skin. What's with that? I am transfixed and repulsed! I can't groan or say anything that will wake My Lady. I could turn the tv off, but I am overwhelmed at the grossness of the show.
Whew! It's finally over. I reach into a bag to bring out the orange in the photo I brought from home. But, as I hold it, it just happens to look like that wormy parasite that invaded that lady's chest...makes me itch..oh my.. barf! Do I eat it? Not sure...haven't yet.

Soccer? Bowling? Soccer? Humm...

The Final (rough as you can see in the first photo) Playoff of the World Cup of Soccer. It is Spain against Netherland!
I am in Franklin at a Subway not on Nolensville Road with the Hispanics. I expect to see the playoff on the screen as I eat lunch; but when I look up at the monitor, I find out that Subway Franklinites are watching Bowling.(?) Not a Hispanic in the house.
Fortunately, the younger generations of Franklin kids are already playing Soccer. They will be the ones to bring Soccer to Franklin. The rest of the world is already hooked. I quickly ran home to watch. By the way Spain won and I won a delicious lunch at Fattousch. Thanks JW.

"You're Fired!"

"What do you want now?" These are the words a Tech strongly asked a nursing home resident yesterday. When the Night Nurse overheard her, he wrote her up. Apparently the Tech had enough complaints against her that she was fired today when she tried to check into work.
This Tech was one of the best. She had worked a 40-hour week for this exclusive Nursing Home and needed more money. She was able to work two 12-hour weekend nights and a couple of 9-hour nights during the week. It was a total of 82 hours this last week.
Good money, but no mouth control. Now, unfortunately, she is gone and not permitted on the property.
You know, it is easy to think "What do you want now?" when we have to do or say something over and over again with a dementia patient. However, when we are too tired, the words actually come out of our mouth.
A tired tongue can be a real liability!

Last night I went into the Nursing Home to work from 7pm to 7am--my usual hours.
A few Tech Assistants sat together, drinking coffee sharing their most frightening experiences as young Techs.
It was 3am and My Lady and I were in the TV room--in the right spot at the right time.
Sitting at a table and minding my own business, I overheard the Tech tell this story: “Boy did I have an experience the first time I was asked to help in the body clean up of a deceased resident." It is customary that the funeral director is called to the room and picks up a "clean" body. Then he sees to the body transfer to a funeral home.
She continued, "It was eerie to work on a deceased body. I was holding and cleaning the arm of this lady in the bed when all of a sudden the deceased lady began sitting up slowly in the bed. I freaked out, jumped back and started yelling. My experienced helper put her gloved hands up to calm me down. She was laughing so hard."
"Then I noticed that she pulled up on the deceased lady’s knee and moved it off the bed control that was hanging on the inside of the bed that was lifting the front of the bed. It took me a long time to think that this was funny. Many Tech smiles went on for weeks..."

Gotta joke... Thanks Don.

An upset woman went in crying into a pharmacy. The pharmacist said, "How can I help you?" She said, "I need some cyanide now." The pharmacist said, "I can't give you cyanide. It's a poison."

She held up a photo and said, "Here look...that's my husband in bed with a pharmacist's wife." The pharmacist took the photograph and said, "Oh, you didn't tell me you had a prescription."

What is That?!

The Nursing Home room was dimly lit. The old lady yelled, “There is it! That’s my eye!” The student Tech shivered all over. Not thinking, she had picked up a plastic brown eyeball with her surgical-gloved hands after she had helped the owner, an elderly black lady, bend over to move from the bed to the wheelchair. The young Tech quickly threw it down. Gross!

The old woman yelled, “Hey, pick it up. Be careful, Know how expensive my eye is?” The Tech looked down, grossed out, to keep from stepping on it and left refusing, “No way. No way!” It was her first day of work in this Nursing Home and she could have sworn that she heard that old lady laughing out loud as she left. Not funny! Being new, the young Tech was later encouraged as well as tactfully reprimanded.

In time the old lady and the Tech became friends. The black lady had been diagnosed with an eye problem, had surgery but she eventually lost her eye. An eye transplant was next, but her brown eye was replaced with a blue eye. She then had a black eye and a light blue one. The old lady told the Tech, “It gave me the “heebie jeebies. It was like some old white woman’s eye was looking at me.” The doctor remedied that problem with a dark brown contact to cover that blue eye. Eventually the eye had to be removed and was replaced with a brown plastic eye that would fall out of its socket when the old lady would lean over too far which brings us back to the beginning of this story.