Friday, January 08, 2010

I am such a baby!

Ummm - would you mind bringing the cheese and those crackers over here to go with the whine? Yep - here I go again.

I was talking to Daughter yesterday. She was bemoaning the fact that she didn't see how SIL was going to be able to take care of the three kidlets while she was out of town for a week. I thought she was going to get around to me helping out, and I was going to do it, but tell her she manages when he is gone.

So I asked when she was going to be gone. It is the same week as my knee surgery. Now I am a big girl; perfectly capable of taking care of myself - until I have to go to a hospital. I get really lonely in the hospital. G doesn't do hospitals. I guess it comes from working in one for 25+ years. He will dutifully come by to check on me, then after about 15 minutes he is gone - like a ghost. He uses the excuse that he has to come to tend to Simone. I know there is truth in that, but . . .

Everyone asks if he is going to take some time off after I get home. I just chuckle. Nope. He is going to (gasp) modify his hour though. He will go in a little later so he can help with my breakfast and set up lunch. That means I will have to eat at dark thirty and have a cold lunch. Neither is my life style. In the evenings, he will leave early so he can fix dinner and do the dishes. Oh my, that means his skewed menus. He did that when he retired and worked part time, and I was still teaching full time.

I am upset about Daughter being gone because she has spoiled me. She calls me at least once a day. When I have surgery, she tries to visit as much as possible. It will only be about 2 days that she will be gone after surgery. She won't be there that day, but I don't think I will know the difference. But she won't be back until Friday night.

Perhaps the good Lord is looking out for the two of us. I understand the first three days post surgery are sheer hell. She will be spared that. I know the helpless feeling when someone you love is in such pain. But I will still miss her being there - terribly.

I am so fortunate to have the family I have - even with their quirks. We love one another a whole lot, and that's so much more than some others have.

Peace.

5 comments:

poolagirl said...

Thank you so much for stopping by my journal. I am returning the visit and will come back soon!

judemiller1 said...

Well, your G sounds like me when Fred was in the hospital. I did manage to stay for 4 hours a day, but with a lot of "I gotta run down to the cafeteria and get a salad," or "I gotta run down to the coffee shop and get a cookie," or "I gotta run down to the family room and get a Diet Pepsi." I did a lot of getting out of the room.

You are lucky, if I had surgery, my daughters would ASSUME that Fred would care for me and it would be a big deal if they even called to check up on us, let alone come over.

Grandma K said...

I am indeed lucky Jude! I sometimes forget that and get all wrapped up in bemoaning things!

Jenn Jilks said...

I understand what you are saying! I hope all goes well. In our area Hospice Volunteers do visitations to any that need it. Maybe someone can pop in for you?
Thanks for visiting My Whining page!!!

Marti said...

Oh that sounds almost as bad as being in the hospital.

Were the mammogram results ok? I'm going to shoot you an email. I feel really bad that I've been so caught up in my own problems that I haven't kept up with yours, and yours concern me more too.