|First Thanksgiving in my life with no cooking!|
November 23, 2022
Landed back in hospital again after last entry and even before recovery from that illness, came down with a nasty case of RSV. Can’t lie down, sit propped up in the dove-grey bedroom wing chair and fever is totally bonkers.
This entry may be incoherent because of the coughing and fever. The girls had a big sleep over and although I was in charge of their little brother and kept distance from the horde of screaming ten year old girls, by next morning both I and Jelly Bean were coughing like hound dogs and running fevers. Now their mom has it or maybe just a flu, but she sounds like us and ButterBean is running a fever today.
Even lying down is impossible because breathing and coughing get so much worse. And I feel guilty because I can’t help with the grandchildren or do anything but hide up here. Already all three grandchildren have slipped in here to be entertained and comforted. We all are wearing masks too but I had to actually send them out! First. Time. Ever.
As KE says, “The are thu right us makes you sicker than normal ladies!” Bless his heart. He came with his father to check me into the hospital last time and listened solemnly to the admitting nurse.
He didn’t understand because when his other grandfather was dying back in the spring, he was allowed to visit him. Since then, all three children get very anxious when someone is sick and is in hospita. He was very upset about the bruises on both arms from IVs so we had a long talk that they don’t hurt and the IVs help you get well. Granpa tried to get medical clearance to fly here for a long visit too. He was told very strongly that not now snd maybe not ever such a long trip again. He was very upset but would have been acting against strong doctors’ orders and they put those words in his medical records.
We had Canadian Thanksgiving last month and it was just I and the grandchildren and their nanny. It was very tasty and simple and fun and we FaceTimed with Granpa. People on the island have stopped all traditional Thanksgiving rituals and our sister-in-law hosted a seafood dinner. Now there are so many sick people on the island, even Halloween was canceled and they are going back to masks and staying away from people.
There is a traditional dinner on order and I ordered pumpkin and pecan pies myself. One is coming from Texas, the pecan pie snd it is really pretty good.
The childrens’ nanny is leaving soon for her first visit with family in three years and will be gone until January! She found a replacement nanny, a good friend between positions and she has been here learning the routines for children and dogs.
Plans were I was to help too, especially because in busy times, I pretty much look after the dogs. And it is always high-speed busy here. Not anything like their father and uncle’s rural life in Central Texas.
My two rheumatologists here sat me down to discuss how Himself and I are going to work out living on a remote islands and so far away from
family and services.
I love ordering things, even all my prescriptions are delivered to the house. The grandchildren are so much fun even when having bad days and the two houses the boys have accommodate everyone comfortably, but our houses in Canada do too. It feels funny when it was just us there.
Only everything means ferry and plane commutes. Nothing delivered on
the island. All my doctors are in five different cities.
Politely but firmly, just as his brother had announced, they intend to stay until they die and be buried on the island. There several several very old decrepit couples and men on this island and they won’t leave either.
And it seems we are at a bit of an impasse.