When I was a little little girl back at the end of the 30s, we had a "maid" - never called a cleaning woman, in Houston, named Clemmy. Cleaned house, cooked, 2-3 times a week. My mother was diagnosed with TB when I was three, and she was usually lying down; I couldn't go hug her much. My grandmother ran the house and tended my mother, and Clemmy did everything else. Including hugging me. Big lady, big breasts. Squeeze me between them. When I was distressed I ran to Clemmy and she hugged me.
Right now, I'm feeling really like I'd need a hug from someone.. I've had a cold; it was better but this morning got worse again (not the flu, no fever, no aches, just head cold); Andrew came but L. was in a bad mood and shouting at him as I left.. When I got to the zoo I turned around and drove to the doctor's office. Bless him, he squeezed me in.. I said I couldn't take the sertraline he'd prescribed me because I was taking tramadol, which isn't supposed to be taken with SSRIs according to the drug checker and since my knee hurt and I can't take NSAIDS or I get diarrhea I had to have something and tramadol worked, etc, etc.. And that Andrew was late because he had to go for his methadone, and that I just didn't have anybody who could say there, there, it'll be all right. So he said well take half a dose of the sertraline for a week or so and it's not a major interaction and it's the best thing for the hot flashes short of estrogen.. and we have a therapist here and come in and see her next week and come see me in a month and I UNDERSTAND.
And it helped. So i went to the druggist to get the sertraline and when I came out I had a flat tire. HOWEVER, I sat quietly in the car and AAA came and fixed it and I came home and Andrew had mopped the kitchen floor and vacuumed and Lincoln was in a quiet modee and has sat still all afternoon, so I guess things are better. I took half a pill. Sneeze!
That's a hug, your little head is between Clemmie's pointy breasts in her 1950's style cottom bra with the stitches that go round and round. Remember..we called them "bullet boobs" I didn't have a symbol on my keyboard to show big huggy boobs.
Oh, my! I haven't tho't of those cotton bras w/stitching going round and round and round since...whenever they were replaced by whatever (why would i?), but you gals brought a smile. Even if I didn't get good advice re dementias and caregiving, I'd come here for smiles, laughs, and guffaws. Thank you.
Oh Sweetie, I sending tons of hugs to you. Poor baby, I am also sending nice soft tissues, chicken soup and a big soft fleece pillow and blanket. Arms around and around, Love, Susan
Clare...would love to be able to come over and help but I was just discharged after 2 days in hospital for severe dehydration with sudden onset of GI stuff. Guess we are all falling apart! Thank goodness for my children. In a way it was a good experience for all of us....since I was too sick to care how they were going to take care of DH...they were all fine. We are all falling apart!
Conversation about boobs always gets my attention!
Reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago. Frances and I had evidently taken in a roomer -- either as a guest or else as a paying guest, I didn't know which -- and he looked like a slightly smaller version of Alan Jackson -- blonde, with a thin mustache. Anyhow, we discovered that he could sing, so he and Frances were doing one of her favorite country songs, with her providing the harmony, and it was such a knockout duet that at the end she was just making a cat-like pawing motion at him like she could just eat him up, it was so good. I said that was a cute gesture, and I thought they might want to incorporate it into their act, and "Alan" said yes, he thought they ought to cut a couple of tracks (record a couple of songs). He started trying to think of some other song to do, and started on one that I really didn't think was a good choice, and besides that he had started it in too low a register, but I figured he'd discover that in time. Anyhow, I was in bed with my back to the singers, and when I turned around toward them I was surprised to see that Frances was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows, and her thin nightie had fallen down off her shoulders all the way to her waist and "Alan" was burying his face into her yummies -- which actually looked pretty good. I could understand his wanting to do that, and I could understand Frances's appreciating the attention, and I wasn't jealous, but I just didn't think it was something that he ought to be doing with an 80 year old woman right out in the open where others could see him. I must have said something about that, because he tried to change the subject by saying that he had a smaller microphone somewhere that might work better than the one they'd been using -- and then the dream headed off in a different direction after that. I may have to try to find a dream book and see what that dream meant.....
Thank you all so VERY much for the hugs!! Nancy, I love the boobs!
I'm better this morning - it's a sunny day, which helps. Now to deal with having the tire fixed. That happens so seldom I'm not sure where to go. When I noticed it I was at the drugstore right next to a gas station in town, so I just rolled back into it, thinking that there must be someone there who could change a tire. Not! Just a bored, gum-popping teenager who said she had NO IDEA what to do!
Oh, poor Sandy! It is good to have family who can step in. Last night my daughter stepped in and made supper, which was a help.
Sandy, I am so sorry you were so sick! Two days in the hospital for dehydration! I'm glad your family stepped in and helped! Take care and get well soon!! (((HUGS)))
Thanks Divvi and Clare...am among the living finally. H1N1 has hit RI bigtime. If this was a manifestation of H1N1...glad I did not have the whole thing. Nasty.
Always looking at the glass half full ....the scale is lovely to look at! Please remember to take care of yourselves and if you see a lost Clemmy send her my way.