Friday, August 8, 2008
Today is the first day of my life as Nurse Abby. So far, pretty good. Papa H has been a good sport as I am constantly giving directions on how to take his new insulin, and as I try repeatedly to get the little sticker thingy to work to read his blood glucose. I actually thought of becoming a nurse (one of my many incarnations in my head), but decided (rather smartly) that I just didn't do vomit or poo very well. Still don't, unless it's my kids. (OT-sorry about the awful grammar and typos in the previous post-I was rushed and wasn't able to spell check). Anyway, I think we can swing this. I just am not able to make it to do as many things. I am going to try to make it to the diaper crowd sale in September, but other than that, will probably be home unless it is during Papa H's dialysis so I can be on hand for meds and blood checks. Apparently certain family is also convinced all of Papa H's current problems are my fault. Nice. I asked Papa H what he thought and he refuted it to the point that we are changing his power of attorney for both health and general to Dad and I. That will definitely make my job easier. It is causing a bit of a ruckus among the brothers, but my sister in law and I talked this morning and decided that her husband is overreacting. It shouldn't come to a feud, but he is so worried that his inheritance is flying out the window that he is getting just a little hostile.