Today, I arrived at the Farmer’s and he is sick. I am not going to bust him out, that he has a cold, and that installing a new mailbox yesterday, probably did not help the situation any. Ok…let me back track here for a minute.
I arrived at the Farmer’s yesterday, and was truly amazed at how good of care, Caregiver Beth and her husband, had taken care of the Farmer and Momma. I drove into a freshly dug out driveway, and entered the house, and it smelt clean. (This is because she stepped up and came over and took care of them, while my happy butt was in a ditch). Thank you Caregiver Beth!!!!
The Farmer was on a track yesterday, to reinstall his mailbox, which somehow, got plowed over by the snow plows from our snow storm. Yes, folks, his mailbox and the neighbors mailbox was in the ditch. For some unknown reason the Farmer HAS to get his mail everyday, and sometimes it’s like Christmas to him. With that being said, when I pulled into the driveway, he was in the garage, working on the board that houses the 2 mailboxes. Now, yesterday was kind of cold, but the Farmer had decided he would put up a new mailbox no matter what.
After cooking him breakfast, the Farmer took off in my car and went to get a new mailbox and do a couple of errands. (Thanks Dad for putting gas in my car). When he arrived back at the house, he asked for my help in putting the new mailbox up. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I LOVE power tools and the opportunity to use one was like a kid with an all day sucker. What I did not realize, was that he simply wanted to me hold stuff, and NOT use the power tools. Burst my bubble big time. Needless to say, the new mailbox was up and running. It also has a neat feature, that the Farmer purchased, when the mail is inserted into the box, and the door is shut on the mailbox, an alarm goes off in the house. Kinda cool huh? Not to mention that he also has a new driveway bell. The Farmer is getting kind of high-tech on me.
Ok, now I digress. Today, when I arrived, the Farmer was down and out. So, I took care of him and Momma. Momma had a follow-up appointment from her Surgery on Friday. Being that we still had snow on the ground, and the fact the Farmer was not feeling good. I called the Doctor’s office. Momma is doing great after her surgery, no fever, no ill effects, and to be truthful, it is a major production to get her in the car and take her to the Doctor’s who will see her for 5 minutes and tell us stuff and send us on our way, and another production to get her back into the house and back to normal, simply because it takes her outside of her comfort zone.
So, I called the Doctor’s office and advised that Momma was fine and if the Doctor was okay with it, could we forgo the appointment? Well apparently, one of the tests they did on Momma when she had her surgery came back positive, and the Doctor had ordered some meds for Momma and it was ok to not bring her in. They would call the scripts in and then we could start giving her the medicine. I gave them our pharmacy and then I got a call from the pharmacy. They had a question for me, wasn’t Momma allergic to penicillin? Uhm, yes. Another phone call back to the Doctor’s and advised one of the meds would not work. So now, after all day phone calls, Momma has 3 meds ready to be picked up and one more to be ready after 3 pm tomorrow.
I guess the phone calls are better than to have to drag Momma out of the house, but now I have a call into the Doctor to ask what the heck does Momma have that she needs 4 medications to make her better? I guess I should have paid more attention to some of the things he said after surgery, but to be honest, I was just so thankful it was all over that I may have “zoned out”.
Please, believe me when I say I am not complaining, because I’m really not, I’m more confused than anything.
So, when I go tomorrow to pick up Momma’s meds, and some cold medicine for the Farmer, I will be asking the pharmacist, what the heck…..
But on a happier note, I am almost over “my cold” and I will take care of the Farmer and Momma tomorrow, and see what else is in store for me. Because ya know what I realized tonite? I am very Blessed, just to have both of the Farmer and Momma, many kids my age, do not have their parents. Mine are both still here and I truly love caring for them.
Sometimes, I may get “too involved” and the rest of my family may feel left behind, but ya know what? I Love all of ya….and y’all know I’m here for all of you. Thank you to y’all, for letting me be, me and do what I feel the need to do.
I am a very Blessed little puppy…..plus, I’m hoping should I never need the help, y’all will take care of me….