This weekend was filled with working outdoors and then finding out my little one is going to be sick for a while longer and my mother is so fragile that she needs medical attention.
On Saturday I worked my behind off outside picking up all of the sticks and branches that had fallen in the yard over the winter. And my goodness there are a lot. My willow tree shed like crazy over the winter and there were so many stings of the tree on the ground, it took me a long time to pick them all up and dump them in our very large back yard. We have a special place for all of the sticks I get out of the lawn. I also did some weeding after I was done picking up all of the sticks from the front and back yards. The weeding wasn’t too bad as we had mulch put in last year, or was it the year before? I can’t remember, all I know is that there was plenty to pluck out of the ground and toss. I notice the spring flowers around my outdoor bench are coming in just beautifully. For some reason, I thought there were more to cover the entire section of where the bench is located but no, there are only a few, the deer must have gotten to them first. Need to get out there and get some more bulbs to plant flowers for the next spring. Once I was done with the front yard and pulling weeds out of the flower beds I got to the back and cleaned out the leaves that the fall had left us which are stuck right right next to the house. This took forever to take care of. Raking the leaves was fast enough. Getting rid of them once cart at a time is what took a long time to do.
I paused and I saw some pretty flowers in the yard and decided to take photo.
And another of a lonely daffodil in the front yard by my outdoor bench.
While I was taking care of the lawn and the spring clean up, my husband took our little on to the doctor. She’s been feeling under the weather lately. She is all congested and can not sleep most nights. We’ve gone to the doctor earlier in the week and she recommended tylenol and benedryl. These unfortunately, are not working and she continues to be sick. This morning she had a fever and the doctor said she wanted to see her. So he took her to the doctors office while I stayed and worked on the cleanup. At the doctors office, only one adult can go in with each child so I would have to stay in the car if I would have gone with them. We decided that it would be a better idea if I did not go. The doctor said that she should go get her blood drawn and find out what is really happening. So, it turns out that she has strep that wasn’t detected at the doctors office. Her sense of taste is very low and all she will eat is mcdonalds, so for lunch that is where they went. As for me, I had leftovers of rice and sausage. And then got back outside and did some more manual labor.
In the evening we gave my little one her medicine and she was feeling much better. We ordered dinner from Tony’s Chinese and Sushi from East Moriches. I had a Tai dish which was spicy. We asked for it to be mild but my taste buds are not used to spice and it cleaned out my sinuses. My husband and mother in law had Chinese dishes. Unfortunately, we weren’t very impressed with the dishes and we may just go back to our usual restaurant in Center Moriches that serves Chinese and Japanese foods called Mikado Japanese.
Later in the night I got a text message from my middle brother stating that my mother is in the hospital. She has diabetes and she doesn’t like to take her medicine. I’m not sure what her symptoms were for my brother to think that she should go to the hospital, but nevertheless, she is there and being taken care of. She is an old lady and doesn’t take care of herself as she should. Before covid, I used to go to my parent’s house almost every weekend and do some cleaning. I’d bleach the hell out their bathrooms, as they have four bathrooms in the house. And they use all four. I’ve already asked them to reduce the bathrooms to one or even two so that I wouldn’t have to do so much cleaning. But they are both old and one; they don’t listen and two; when they gotta go, they gotta go. So they use whatever bathroom that is closest to them. I’d also do their laundry and most days I would ask them to remove the clothing they had on their backs so that I could give them a proper cleaning. I would also change their sheets. Some days I would wash the fleece, warm sheets they had on their bed and place them right back on the bed. I’d also do some vacuuming and dusting. As well as take care of all of the dishes and other items that were left all over the kitchen counter. Since covid, I’ve been to their house once to do some major cleaning. I had to take double masks due to adding so much cleaning products to the rooms. Hopefully my mom will recuperate quickly and get back home to her bad habits of not taking her medicine and being all sorts of depressed. The doctor has given her depression medicine but, like all her medicines, she will not take them. She for the most part forgets. But I think she simply does not like the taste of them and just doesn’t wanna do it. We’ve already talked about getting someone to go the house and help them out with their medicine but it turns out that it is very expensive and we cannot afford it. Everything is out of pocket and these agencies charge a lot of money. Their retirement amount is too small of an amount and it barely covers for the property taxes. They have a large house and the taxes are a lot of dollars and we plainly can not afford it. We’ve tried to get my parents to sell the house but they do not want to do that. They don’t want to go to an old folks home. Also, they are very expensive and we don’t want to separate them by sending them to separate homes. They’ve been together for over fifty years, we’re not now going to separate them now. I wish I had the means to place them somewhere they could thrive at their old age. But without selling that home, there doesn’t seem to be a way at this point in time. As of now they can still do for themselves. They can bathe and get dressed. My mother has decided that is no longer cooking so we take food to them all of the time. My father has tried to cook, but he burns everything. I suppose I am like him that way. I always burn everything too. For me, I start to think about other things that I need to do and then forget that I have things cooking on the stove and then they are either overcooked or bunt. I am better with baking. There is a timer and when the item is done, the timer chimes to let me know it is ready.
On Sunday I get to calling a bunch of different places to see how much it will cost to have someone come to my parent’s home and help them out with reminding them to take their medicine and do some light cooking and cleaning. Most places charge from twenty to thirty dollars an hour. Also looking for a service to provide them with meals. Suffolk county has a service and I have called and left them a message. Hopefully they will qualify and we won’t have to bring them food all the time.
While I was doing all of these phone calls I also got the courage to take care of my hair and color those pesky grays. I haven’t fixed my hair in a long time as I have been a bit down on life and haven’t cared enough to do it. But now that I’m looking for new opportunities, I’ve dedicated a bit of the day to fixing this mop. Hopefully a new opportunity will present itself and I will be presented with a decent offer. I keep telling myself that I must keep my head up high and keep moving forward.
Here is my mop before coloring it
As for my hair, it has grown so much, that it is now down to my waist. I want to donate it to kids with cancer who can’t grow their own hair. But with covid, I haven’t gotten the chance to get to the hair dresser and my hair has grown a lot in the last year or so. It’s also fallen a lot. The bathtub drain is constantly filled with hair. It falls out so easily. All of the hair that has fallen out this year could have probably made a full wig.
This is the after. It’s a bit messy, but it is done and for now, and that’s what’s important.
Until next time.
Stay safe!
Best,
Isabel
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