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*picks up journal, blows off dust. Chokes on massive amount of dust *
It’s just too easy to fade to black and not post. I was really enjoying the camaraderie I found here. Some of y’all were great friends. But I let you down. Real life was getting too intense, and I didn’t want to post what may have been tmi, or, or whatever. This past year, year and half has been tumultuous to say the least. My mother has gone into hospice care after falling down like ever other day. She’d been sent to the hospital several times. The latest incident she was “home” (assisted living) for literal 15 minutes and fell again. Back to the hospital and the into hospice.

My oldest son, who is a NICU nurse was an accused of molesting his nieces, and had waited 4 years for the trial to take place was finally notified that it would begin March. My husband drove to get to stand with him. Unfortunately Max got stuck in Wyoming due to a massive snowstorm. He was stuck for 5 days and realized there was no way he could make it. B’s brother flew in to stand with him the morning the trial started. Fortunately the girl’s stories conflicted with each other and with their mother’s. It was almost laughable. We figured that the girls probably were molested, and B was an easy target. With $$$. They grew up in a house with the mom as a druggie and alcoholic. People coming and going at all times. It certainly could and probably did happen. But NOT with B. The trial was supposed to last 3 days. It was over in one. My poor husband, who can always see every possible outcome, burst into tears at the, “not guilty” he absolutely made himself sick.

This brother, #2 who served 2 tours in Iraq a couple of weeks after, tried to commit suicide. He couldn’t deal with the guilt he felt. It just kept building. He was only 21 his first tour. He is in heavy duty therapy now and has rediscovered religion. We talk and text nearly everyday so we don’t get to that point again.

I’ve had a hard time health wise, but my latest experience was really something. We had a very old, rickety and slippery wood deck, that I had managed to fall through, twice. No biggy ,just bruises but Max decided to put in concrete.
Well…. A week ago I fell down 13 steps and landed with my head where my feet should have been. At the ER, we discovered my right (dominant) hand is broken in 5 places. Most of the injuries will heal on their own, but my index finger got a chunk of knuckle broken right off and will need pins to repair it. Friday is the scheduled surgery and I just found out that out-patient surgery still means that I will have to be put under 😳😵‍💫
I’m mildly terrified. Never had any surgery of any kind befor my last gripe is that Ive been asleep almost all day every day, and that doesn’t seem right. But then again, I’m taking Percocet 4 times daily.

….could manage to not get arrested. Son #2 is a two tours in Iraq war veteran. As often as a soldier does, he came home with some ptsd, and amassed some serious weaponry. It makes him feel in control and safe. I’m rabidly anti-guns. But he knows to keep them locked up and ammunition stored elsewhere, also locked up.

Over the weekend he was outside tinkering with his cars. He said he saw a mouse that looked to be in ‘bad shape’ so he decided to put it ‘out of its misery’. He went to get his 22, but his wife was sleeping, so he instead got his 9mm because it has a silencer, to avoid waking her up. He shot the mouse (probably a rat) and realized he was late picking up his daughter, so he hopped in his Jeep and got her. Only to find the weapon missing when he got home. He panicked and wondered if it had somehow fell out of his Jeep in the school zone. But before he could go look, a police car drove up his driveway, lights flashing. They had his 9mm.it hadn’t fallen out of the Jeep, B’s neighbors saw the gun and picked it up and called the police. He knew he was going to prison. It is illegal to have a silencer. B showed them the mousy grave, brought the officers into his house to show them the paperwork, and how he stored them safely. When the officers left, B called us in a panic and crying. We managed to get him somewhat calm. Shortly after that call, he called us again and told us that he wasn’t going to be charged.

Both the officers wanted to know how to get a silencer.

I think it helped that B is soldier. And that he lives in a very remote part of Florida.

Happy Thanksgiving one and all❣️

With no one able to come for Thanksgiving, and my youngest son and his wife traveling to see her parents, Max and I thought just turkey and a couple of pies would be fine for us.
Sigh
DIL feels terrible to leave the old folks alone, so convinces us to on SUNDAY to have Thanksgiving on TUESDAY.
She bought a turkey, but I had to cook it. I made the side items. I thought she was making a pot roast and potatoes. They show up an hour late, and nothing in hand. This is really very unlike her to not help. I was aggravated to say the least, and having to do everything TWO DAYS EARLY.
Not to mention that I had a 3 hr appointment Monday. I get very twitchy with my house being a mess so I cleaned all afternoon after my appointment, made the stuffing and other sides that night.

It was fine, and now Max and I can loaf about in bed with the doggos and watch old movies and read our favorite stories.

So everyone is having health problems. My mother fell in her shower about 2 months ago and had a long stay in the hospital. She didn’t break anything, but was severely bruised and apparently had a bladder infection. She was released from the hospital to a rehab hospital, where she tried again and again to NOT do her pt. She was finally released to a small apartment in an assisted living facility. She spent two days there until she became dizzy and disoriented. Back to the hospital where an angioplasty was discussed. In the end, it was decided not to do the angioplasty, so she’s back at the assisted living care facility.

Until the next time something happens.

Worse news is that my DIL who lives on our property with my youngest son and their 2 yr old daughter has been diagnosed with fibromyalgia. She already has KCD.

she is just 26.

No, of course not, but Max and I have been very sick since Son #4’s birthday all the way to son #3’s birthday and beyond. (that translates to over 2 weeks). Outside of pneumonia, I have never been sick so long. So not fun. We saw an article in our paper that described the virus, and I said casually to Max, “we have all the symptoms!” Save one or two. But I haven’t been out of the cabin in at least a month and Max only goes to church with people who don’t get out of Molalla, let alone Oregon.
Well. Whatever. Max seems to be much, much better over the last couple of days and I think I turned the corner yesterday.