The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
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is to undermine the isolation of the caregiving experience
by offering all, especially our loved ones, a window into our lives.
As I post to this journal I think of our loved ones and their families,
how busy and involved we all are, and that,
if and when they come to this site they can be assured
that they will miss nothing in our lives and will, thereby, recognize us
and relax easily into our arms and our routines
when we are again face to face.
Legend of Journal Abbreviations
APF = A Prescott Friend (generic) DU = Dead Uncle LTF = Long Time Friend a.k.a: MFASRF = My Fucking Anal San Rafael Friend MA = Mom's Accountant MCF = My Chandler Friend(s) MCS = My Colorado Sister MDL = My Dead Lover MFLNF = My Former Lover Now Friend MLDL = My Long Distance Lover |
MFA = Mom's Financial Advisor MFS = My Florida Sister MPBIL = My Phoenix Brother-in-Law MPF = My Phoenix Friend (generic) MPNC = My Phoenix NieCe MPNP = My Phoenix NePhew MPS = My Phoenix Sister MS = Mom's Sister MTNDN = My Treasured Next Door Neighor OCC = Our Construction Company |
Saturday, July 12, 2003
I didn't get back here, much, today...
...so am, once again, putting off my dissertation on Mom's colonoscopy and why we've decided to have that particular invasive test done. My explanation even has a web page address, but I am too tired to post it.
I do, however, want to mention that I've entered one of two comprehensive blood and urinalysis tests. It isn't linked to anything, yet, but if you're curious about what she looked like on paper at a time when concern about anemia was abating (she'd been on iron for about a month at the time of the test), here's the link to the test results. All posted results are accurate.
I'm tired, tonight. We, and I, have had a full day and evening, topped off with a viewing/taping of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and part of a dog show.
Note to Myself: I called Mom's oldest living cousin (90; she said to me, with a groan, "It's not fun to be 90,") by marriage in Iowa, the one with whom we went to the Grand Canyon several years ago, and Mom later called her after this cousin had rallied another of Mom's cousins, an inbetweener at 88. I want to mention that conversation. Those who know my mother will find what I witnessed on her end interesting, at least.
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