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update for friday late afternoon
my hero holds on for a few more breaths
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I only have a few moments to type this out.
There is a wonderful sweetie who brought me over her laptop so we could do some intrawebbing from my post.
My dad fought like a warrior and regained enough strength to be considered stable enough to be transferred out of Intensive care.
It was sort of a pact he and I made a four days ago so we could try to have his transition in a luittle more peace
and dignity.
I am about to move in and dig in bedside for as many days as I can last.
The prognosis is not positive.
the next step is force feeding by tubes and he has already syated by will that he's not to be kept alive that way.
hes using all his heroic healing energy to stay destressed and stable enough not to have that horror happen.
he's telling me he gonna be darn sure he eats some good cooked fish at least one more time
that's our new goal
Iwas prepared for the foreboding chance he would really be weak after such a heroic struggle.
The icu teams all say he's pretty well the toughest nicest
patient they've seen in a long time!
There are tragic very somber sides to this situation.
I've not the time or need to burden you with that.
I may not be ableto update again or I might.
It's theraputic and I think I may be sent to the nearby hotel for a forced sleep spell for a few hours.
what keeps me strong is his will, and letting the sheer crushing hurt express itself by writing.
okay
the blind homeless fellow's quick update.
i went and did a commando raid into that pit of hell that was his crackhouse apt complex
got his valuable paperwork and keepsakes and moved him to a reliable domicile for at least a few days.
he's safe and is not ever gonna need to return to that sqaulid hell of a apt ever again!
i need to take polaroids of the inhuman living conditions to document his misery and the criminal neglect he's been living with
i understand that social work is hell in itself.
but i have enough agencies now in my corner
advising me to not let him get lost in the system like that again
he's my friend now,
not a hopeless terrified lost cause.
i fight like a tiger for him as well.
I have him safe and fed and stuff enough for a few days until I can once again help with that cause.
I am going to become an advocate and have power of attorney for him and get him a fuckin better case worker.
something called value options is about to get the senator I work for a suprise visit!
I have the Protective adult services getting involved!
thank you all for all the info!
esp. Miss dates, squishy,
thanks as well for all the emails and support
thanks sweetly my sweet SG Muses, for kisses and flirts and kindly reminding me that beauty and sweetness and love exist after all these harrowing run ins with evil and desperation wile I got Clinton my blind buddy out of a
most definate hell.
you keep me sane and swooning!
mad props to all y'all
and esp sguk and sgaz for the moral uplift!
so clinton is safe and sound and it makes my dad so happy and proud
in his deathbed he insisted i do whatever i can to help this downtrodden soul.
he even insisted that he sleep in his bed!
my father is a Saint if you didn't know!!!
i've not slept more than 6 hours since monday and i keep forgetting its friday!
i'm not even thru my second wind since i have to now jump intoo a my anchor shift.
I practice chineseenergy work lightly over his hand and it seems to keep the feve r stable and the breathing easier
we listen to jazz, cello, johnny cash and hymnals ever so quietly it helps counterbalance akll the alarms and beeps going off all the time now.
the line of loved ones is now allowed to stream quietly thru,
have their peaceful final moment with my hero and say goodbye....
i have already had my blessed goodbye and i am ready
he came thru for me last night
we both have had dark nights of the soul this last weeek.
he fought hard enough to make it out and see his one last sunrise from a real window..
now it is my responsibility to be his champion and fight thru the night so he may peacefully see just one more.
The generous beauty has said she'll be back so i can check emails and ill try to update again
smile for me
i happy
i'm with my hero
im his Muhammed Ali right now
hes proud happy and at peace
kiss a loved one for me tonight in his honor
love
jarrett
forgive all "teh" typos and rushed typing!
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I have only moments more beforen I have to return to the somber reality that i my hectic life right now..
I felt I owe you SG beloveds a lil update,
and I should spare you having to wade thru my ramblings in trying decipher what's ging on with my dad and my new hopeless case of a friend I'm caring for named Clinton
Clinton I came across last night while he waited hopelessly for help.
he's blind, broke, poor, lonely and hopeless..
actually a lil more hopeful after I gave him refuge for the night ashowers, hot healthy food, and the best damn night's sleep he says he's had in years!
We're listening to Charlie Parker and ray Charles records while i get numerous social agencies and advocate groups for the blind in on the case.
He has an obvious renewed will to strive on and I'm happy to see him crack a smile..
it's a very fluid situation..
I'm typing while he sits across from me..
I've 5 windows open on various blind help websites,
I've my land line and my cell both on hold or busy while I get all thre info i can..
I finally got some much needed sleep last night after my two day sleepless saga of becoming durable power of attorney, countless red tape trials while I get 14 deeds in his trust in 4 different states.
(It gives my dying father peace of mind that his heirs are taken care of)
I could care less his inheritance since I hope he lives another 40 years...
He's holding on and the doctiors are starting to have
other docs interested in his amazing survival so far.
He's a tough guy they all tell me..
the nurses love him and he's got them checking in on him and us all the time now.
I finally have relief in my 24 hour bedside vigils since the step siblings have flown in..
we do it now in shifts.
I gotta go drive Clinton to thi place where he should get good help so I'll try and update a lil later.
I ilove you all!
Thanks for all the e-nmails!
~Florence Nightingale to the tune of "What I'd say!
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update for friday late afternoon
my hero holds on for a few more breaths
=========================
I only have a few moments to type this out.
There is a wonderful sweetie who brought me over her laptop so we could do some intrawebbing from my post.
My dad fought like a warrior and regained enough strength to be considered stable enough to be transferred out of Intensive care.
It was sort of a pact he and I made a four days ago so we could try to have his transition in a luittle more peace
and dignity.
I am about to move in and dig in bedside for as many days as I can last.
The prognosis is not positive.
the next step is force feeding by tubes and he has already syated by will that he's not to be kept alive that way.
hes using all his heroic healing energy to stay destressed and stable enough not to have that horror happen.
he's telling me he gonna be darn sure he eats some good cooked fish at least one more time
that's our new goal
Iwas prepared for the foreboding chance he would really be weak after such a heroic struggle.
The icu teams all say he's pretty well the toughest nicest
patient they've seen in a long time!
There are tragic very somber sides to this situation.
I've not the time or need to burden you with that.
I may not be ableto update again or I might.
It's theraputic and I think I may be sent to the nearby hotel for a forced sleep spell for a few hours.
what keeps me strong is his will, and letting the sheer crushing hurt express itself by writing.
okay
the blind homeless fellow's quick update.
i went and did a commando raid into that pit of hell that was his crackhouse apt complex
got his valuable paperwork and keepsakes and moved him to a reliable domicile for at least a few days.
he's safe and is not ever gonna need to return to that sqaulid hell of a apt ever again!
i need to take polaroids of the inhuman living conditions to document his misery and the criminal neglect he's been living with
i understand that social work is hell in itself.
but i have enough agencies now in my corner
advising me to not let him get lost in the system like that again
he's my friend now,
not a hopeless terrified lost cause.
i fight like a tiger for him as well.
I have him safe and fed and stuff enough for a few days until I can once again help with that cause.
I am going to become an advocate and have power of attorney for him and get him a fuckin better case worker.
something called value options is about to get the senator I work for a suprise visit!
I have the Protective adult services getting involved!
thank you all for all the info!
esp. Miss dates, squishy,
thanks as well for all the emails and support
thanks sweetly my sweet SG Muses, for kisses and flirts and kindly reminding me that beauty and sweetness and love exist after all these harrowing run ins with evil and desperation wile I got Clinton my blind buddy out of a
most definate hell.
you keep me sane and swooning!
mad props to all y'all
and esp sguk and sgaz for the moral uplift!
so clinton is safe and sound and it makes my dad so happy and proud
in his deathbed he insisted i do whatever i can to help this downtrodden soul.
he even insisted that he sleep in his bed!
my father is a Saint if you didn't know!!!
i've not slept more than 6 hours since monday and i keep forgetting its friday!
i'm not even thru my second wind since i have to now jump intoo a my anchor shift.
I practice chineseenergy work lightly over his hand and it seems to keep the feve r stable and the breathing easier
we listen to jazz, cello, johnny cash and hymnals ever so quietly it helps counterbalance akll the alarms and beeps going off all the time now.
the line of loved ones is now allowed to stream quietly thru,
have their peaceful final moment with my hero and say goodbye....
i have already had my blessed goodbye and i am ready
he came thru for me last night
we both have had dark nights of the soul this last weeek.
he fought hard enough to make it out and see his one last sunrise from a real window..
now it is my responsibility to be his champion and fight thru the night so he may peacefully see just one more.
The generous beauty has said she'll be back so i can check emails and ill try to update again
smile for me
i happy
i'm with my hero
im his Muhammed Ali right now
hes proud happy and at peace
kiss a loved one for me tonight in his honor
love
jarrett
forgive all "teh" typos and rushed typing!
=====================================
I have only moments more beforen I have to return to the somber reality that i my hectic life right now..
I felt I owe you SG beloveds a lil update,
and I should spare you having to wade thru my ramblings in trying decipher what's ging on with my dad and my new hopeless case of a friend I'm caring for named Clinton
Clinton I came across last night while he waited hopelessly for help.
he's blind, broke, poor, lonely and hopeless..
actually a lil more hopeful after I gave him refuge for the night ashowers, hot healthy food, and the best damn night's sleep he says he's had in years!
We're listening to Charlie Parker and ray Charles records while i get numerous social agencies and advocate groups for the blind in on the case.
He has an obvious renewed will to strive on and I'm happy to see him crack a smile..
it's a very fluid situation..
I'm typing while he sits across from me..
I've 5 windows open on various blind help websites,
I've my land line and my cell both on hold or busy while I get all thre info i can..
I finally got some much needed sleep last night after my two day sleepless saga of becoming durable power of attorney, countless red tape trials while I get 14 deeds in his trust in 4 different states.
(It gives my dying father peace of mind that his heirs are taken care of)
I could care less his inheritance since I hope he lives another 40 years...
He's holding on and the doctiors are starting to have
other docs interested in his amazing survival so far.
He's a tough guy they all tell me..
the nurses love him and he's got them checking in on him and us all the time now.
I finally have relief in my 24 hour bedside vigils since the step siblings have flown in..
we do it now in shifts.
I gotta go drive Clinton to thi place where he should get good help so I'll try and update a lil later.
I ilove you all!
Thanks for all the e-nmails!
~Florence Nightingale to the tune of "What I'd say!
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Later, when she was released to a normal room I would keep awake with the old ninja practice of counting: 1: 1,2; 1,2,3: 1,2,3,4: 1,2,3,4,5: ... and so on to 9 where you snap yourself awake before your mind wants to go to '10' but then you must start at '1'. I had no money to eat, so I rationed my meals to one a day.
She was quite out of her mind and lost in the battle for life... on support machines for 10 days. They drew breath for her and drained out the awful contaminants in her body. I got so used to coming in and checking her blood oxygen level, heart rate, etc. She had an colostomy (later reversed), and when I brought her home I had to feed her through a stomach tube and change her colostomy bag. She was so ashamed to have me do these things for her, but I said "Well, you did it for me once when I was an baby, now I'm paying you back a little." It was awful and several months before she was herself again.
I'm very sorry to hear that your pop probably won't make it. I suppose you can only hold on to someone so long as their mortal shell can last. I'm sure your energy work will soothe his transition even if it wont prevent the inevitable. My heart goes out to you and him.
Thanks much for the kind words on my sweet lil Lucy. It's amazing you took the time out of your own troubles to comment. I miss her dearly and blame myself as I blame myself for the death of my best rat buddy, Lenore. I have one left now, Luna, and I won't be getting more. I can't take the heartbreak of having such engaging and intelligent friends die every year or so. Rats are wonderful pets but very fragile in their health: prone to lumps and colds. Ah... I'm rambling.
Be strong and hang in there with your pop. I hate to see such a pair parted.