Archive for July, 2013

30
Jul
13

this is a bad day

Once more, one of RTA’s brothers-in-arms has killed himself. I often joke about “RTA’s ‘little friends'”, but in reality, their association with my child has made them my sons. And now, another of my children is dead. I often hear of programs designed to prevent such things, but they don’t seem to be helping much from my point of view. I can no longer count (although I am sure RTA can remind me) how many he and I have lost. RTA and one of my other sons have an idea that I think will probably be more effective since they have been there. My prayer is now that they will find the funds, the will and the help to succeed. I am willing to do anything to help them. Anything to save my boys. If I hurt this much at this remove, I cannot imagine how RTA and AVB (Andrew of the Volleyball), his business partner, feel.

At the same time, IRP is in the hospital with the doctors trying one more thing to clear the blockage in her intestines before they must operate. She is barely speaking to me because I lost it and yelled at her because she was not following instructions or doing anything to help herself. Since scar tissue is the main cause of her on-going problems, every surgery seems like just a set-up for more trouble. I am praying fervently that it doesn’t come to that.

I thought about starting this post with a question as to how one can sleep all night and wake up feeling as if they hadn’t been to bed at all. I think, though, that I have answered my own question.

All prayers and good thoughts gratefully received,

TSG

26
Jul
13

down and then up

Yesterday, the doctors took another set of scans of IRP’s abdomen to see how things were progressing. There is still some distension of the area of intestine where the blockage was. They were also concerned that she had not passed anything but gas into the temporary colostomy bag. So, they had the tube put six inches further down so that it is now draining from the small intestine instead of the stomach.

For a bit, this made things worse for IRP. The new position of the tube puts pressure on her right eye socket. It was rather painful. Also, her abdomen began to swell again and was very tender to the touch. Finally, we were having trouble controlling her pain in general.

The nurse brought an ice pack for IRP’s eye. Then, she put IRP’s pain medication on an every-four-hour schedule. The result of these two actions is that IRP is now so comfortable that she is sleeping and moving about in her sleep normally. The tube has also done its work and her abdomen is flat once more. Now, we just need her to pass something and we can begin to look forward to her discharge.

Thanks for all your prayers and well-wishes!

TSG

25
Jul
13

home again; well, sort of

Last Thursday, IRP moved back home. There was “too much drama” at the friends’ house where she was staying. We, of course, were very happy.

Unfortunately, IRP had to go back to the hospital Monday with an infection and an intestinal blockage. The doctors had a tube put in to drain her stomach and the blockage has untwisted itself. The area is still distended, though, so she will be in the hospital for a bit longer while it shrinks nearer to the normal size. This will help prevent a recurrence.

There will be no update on the weight-loss campaign due to the confusion as a result of these activities.

TSG

21
Jul
13

the prodigal returns

Good news! IRP has returned home. In her words, the friend’s house she was staying at had “too much drama”. She first called to ask me what the conditions were for her return. I told her that the only condition was that she let her father and me make her medical decisions for the rest of this year. I told IRP that we would not seek to have her hospitalized again unless she refused to go to the doctor or the doctor told us that IRP needed to be hospitalized.

IRP agreed to these conditions and moved everything back in Thursday night. Thanks to everyone for their prayers. And, thank You to God for His mercy.

TSG

18
Jul
13

now that i’m done complaining

After the rant of some weeks ago regarding everything I thought was going wrong, I am ready to do what I can about what I can. With that in mind, I have taken up walking the campus of the college (about 1 mile) every day at 3:00. On Thursday or Friday (whichever is our last day of the week), I am going to weigh myself. I will wear the same clothes and shoes each time so that everything is equal. Today, I am at 246. This is not the most I have ever weighed, but it is uncomfortably close. I will be rounding down if I fall between two numbers both for morale reasons and because of the running shoes. Yes, I am aware that I am not running, but they provide better support. Maybe I will eventually become ambitious and try a little running.

TSG

15
Jul
13

oops!

Well, now there is only one large jar. The other met with a fatal accident. The good news is that the jelly was fairly solid even though it was not completely cooled.

TSG

14
Jul
13

bring on the peanut butter!

The grapes have all been processed and I am the proud producer of two large and eight small jars of jelly. There would have been three large jars, but one broke in the water bath. This happens from time to time, but I do regret the loss of the jelly. Since FMP does not like things to be too sweet, I did not add as much sugar as is usually used. So, the result is a bit tart. It looks like the jelly is the right consistency, but I will not know for sure until it is fully cool and we open a jar. If it doesn’t jell correctly, we will just call it syrup and put it on pancakes.

One large jar will be staying here and my parents will get the other. The rest are going to work for my co-workers. I called IRP and she will be coming by to get one of them as well. At least she is speaking to us now. I hope she will eventually see that we were only doing what we thought was best for her.

TSG