Mom & Me One Archive: 2002-2003
The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.

7 minute Audio Introduction to The Mom & Me Journals

My purpose in establishing and maintaining this journal
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 
Friday, July 25, 2003
 
I'm going to spend some time, tonight...
...doing some updating, moving things around, maybe some maintenance (I've been neglecting doing meta tags, for instance), and journalizing this unusual colonoscopy experience.
    We went out to eat, tonight, Black Angus; my mother wanted steak. Another good sign. She overestimated the durability of her energy and pooped out half way through her steak but she'd gorged herself on sweet molasses bread, salad (can you believe that?!?), shrimp cocktail and she insisted on a glass of wine, which always throws her for a loop because of the glipizide. She practically fell asleep at the table, thoroughly contented. We decided to take the meat home (I could only manage a third of my steak), with her broccoli (if you're not a vegetable lover from the get go, broccoli after salad is a bit much to expect) and make beef, vegetable, barley soup with cider vinegar and a touch of MPBIL's southwestern spice: American Hot and Sour.
    I rubbed her feet, marveled at her color, we joked awhile about doctors, observed and commented on and to The Girls (our cats), and by 2130 she was ready for bed.
    The first thing I'm going to do is move the Colonoscopy Instructions to a page which will also contain preliminary and complete results of the test.
    I'm circumspect on the subject of miracles. There are so many and, the more we explain, the more we discover, that it seems oxymoronic to call the unexplained "miraculous". Perhaps what is miraculous about the unexplained is that when we finally explain a miracle, that is when the miraculous begins.
    I'll be back later.
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