We're Home

Hi We're home. And I'm beat. Just another day that starts very early, works hard on me all day, and then ends late. I have to call our insurance and see if I can get some home nursing. At the end of a day like this, I sometimes think I can't do it any more. Now, of course, I wake up, rearing to go, but we're like on day 500 or so of this, and I'm afraid one day I will wake up and won't be rearing... I guess it doesn't help that I have to give Jim a shot every day for the next 10 days.

Here's an example of governmental insanity. They give us 10 needles, gloves, a box of alcohol wipes, a little box to dispose of the needles so I can take them to the hospital to dispose of (I guess in my free time...lol) and they give us 10 bottles of this medicine that I have to inject into Jim. Each bottle costs 1700.00. So, I have 17000.00 dollars worth of meds in my fridge (no milk) and yet, they never gave me a syringe, some water and an orange or whatever to practice on. Now how dumb is that? So, I practice on Jim? And if I make a mistake, um, I don't have 1700.00 to replace it. What if I drop one? Sell one? Tee hee hee. Anybody want to score some neupogin? Anyways, by the time my insurance would approve home nursing, I would probably be proficient in giving shots, huh? Well, it was a thought. Maybe they'll pay for a chauffeur to drive us back and forth. How about a cleaning person? A cook? A banker? Just a nurse for 10 days....Come on Death America. Do something. Okay, well then, just call me Nurse Hatchet. Or is it Ratchet? Poor Jim.

I'm going to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow. I've discovered it's much easier being at the lodge and visiting Jim while the nurses take care of him. I'm too tired to tell my funny story, but it involves an enema bag, a shut of valve that wouldn't shut off, soapy water spraying all over the place, me dropping cleanser on my rug, and getting enema water on my night time meds. LOL. Anyway, poor Jim. LOL. I don't like the word Su.k. But I su.k as a nurse. Big time. But at least I got Jim to go to the bathroom.

2 funny things this trip. The fill in nurse, who usually works in the children's department who asks Jim. "When's the last time you pottied?" LOL. The other is a sign on an office that read. Department of Redundancy Dept. This had to be a joke, right? However at a government office, hmmmmmm.

Okay, I'm serious now. I'm going to bed. Good night.

Good night.