Hoping that situation with Tim is resolved easily.
David, you're amazing. Now I'm picturing you in slo-mo running while Chariots of Fire plays in the background. Heroic film shot. Nope, not quite ready for levity. In any case, I'm glad you got there in time.
Afterwards I was talking about it in the kitchen with Emmett and Angela (my SiL) and we were laughing about how it made a perfect Grunge era concept album with such hits as "I'm Running Through The Haight With Morphine" and "They Won't Give Me My Bag Of Drugs."
Potential Album title: "Visiting Hours Are Over."
This is so much harder than his recovery after his heart surgery. We were very much under-prepared for the reality of what he would be able to do in the immediate post-discharge period.
Oh no, Steph. I hope you can get help into the house, or Tim into a rehab place, whichever feels right.
This is so much harder than his recovery after his heart surgery. We were very much under-prepared for the reality of what he would be able to do in the immediate post-discharge period.
I'm sorry it's such a struggle, Tep. Wish I could loan you Emmett who's good at hefting people.
Ugh, Steph, that sucks. And it's so stressful on top of the surgery and recovery itself.
What my Dad uses is called a “sit to stand” (some of his aides call it a sprite). Sounds like Tim might need more help than that would provide in the short term.
Oh, Tep, that sucks. My dad and I both hurt ourselves moving our mom. I hope you get the help you need quickly.
I'm so sorry you weren't prepared well for this, Tep. That's awful when you thought you knew what to expect but that was not at all right.
Afterwards I was talking about it in the kitchen with Emmett and Angela (my SiL) and we were laughing about how it made a perfect Grunge era concept album with such hits as "I'm Running Through The Haight With Morphine" and "They Won't Give Me My Bag Of Drugs."
Potential Album title: "Visiting Hours Are Over."
'***LOVE***
Just check that Spaceman 3 didn't already use those titles, I guess
A short stint at rehab would probably give Tim and you the knowledge of how to accomplish the physical tasks. It might only take a visit from a PT person. They are amazing with tips and tricks.
Potential Album title: "Visiting Hours Are Over."
Indeed.
Heated floors are indeed amazing. DH wanted them through the whole first floor, but considering that I really am only here in the summer, the bathroom is enough.
"They Won't Give Me My Bag Of Drugs."
I just figured out that no one outside of our house got their bag of drugs last night because Tim took ALL THE DRUGS. He inadvertently doubled up on his opioids and then 3 hours later took more opioids (basically, he took 10 mg of oxycodone at 1:30 am [correct dose and time], and then 3:30 am [this was the accidental dose], and then again at 6:30 am). So hooray that he's alive after that, but I think that being completely shitfaced on Jack Lang levels of oxycodone was a huge part of why he couldn't muster up the strength or coordination to get himself out of bed. 30 mg of oxycodone in 5 hours is going to make *anyone* lose the ability to move. He's still currently so stoned that he can't muster up an appropriately horrified reaction to the fact that he SUPER roofied himself.
I've sorted out his meds schedule and gotten an appropriate daily pill caddy for them, and we should be able to avoid the Jack Lang Special in the future. And I also think that transferring in and out of bed will be easier when he's not overdosing himself.
Fucking Christ, I am not built for caretaking at all.
