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How was your weekend?

January 19, 2015

Mine began like this: Bloody Toered line
Sweet, eh?

Have some residual “reminders” of my two neurosurgeries…On occasion my left foot has drop foot – no message from brain to foot to pick foot up. I am fairly trained now to pick it up without message, but Friday it doubled over before I knew it. My toe just ripped across and all my body weight dropped on foot and toe without any preparation to carry it. I called my husband as I could not get the bleeding to stop, nor could I put any weight on foot. He got home and I was laying in the bed with a papertowel around my toe and a trail of blood from the kitchen to the pillow my foot lay on.

What a guy. He cleaned me up. Probably could have used a stitch or two, but he got it to stop and he bandaged it beautifully. He also bandaged me into a “splint” for my foot to stabilize it. I kept it elevated and he got ice – and he then insisted I lay on my back the entire weekend.

He knows how difficult it is to keep me down no matter what, but he was right. Bless his sweet heart. He did everything plus-plus-plus.

It is now Monday and any swelling is gone. I am still bandaged, but can put some weight on foot . (He made me use the walker I used after my surgery, all weekend.) He would have made a wonderful paramedic.

Was going to get x-ray, but it is so much better I am just going to keep on letting it heal for a couple of days, and I think it will be fine. Even the swelling from twisting my ankle is gone. Mostly just got black and blue and a bit of toe swelling now.

So there it is RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation) and I am on the mend. He even cleaned our refrigerator, went grocery shopping, and did the laundry.
What a guy. I thank God for him every day!

Black Widow Spiders

June 15, 2014

First, I would like to say Happy Father’s Day to all you guys who have worked so hard to be a good dad! It is one of the toughest jobs a man can have, and the most enduring- even if unemployment is up! THANK YOU for sticking with it; those little ones need you guys…so to dads, step-dads, and all you guys who participate in the lives of children thank you for your dedication and patience!

BY THE WAY, this post just shows another important task of you fathers….protecting the little ones!  Also those women who might be afraid of spiders, for instance, myself!

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!!!

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Last evening my husband took a tour of our garage to find and “rid” us of any black widow spiders. He does this in the summer as they love dark places and our garage is a favorite hangout (also under things such as BBQ’s, outdoor tables, inside of wood piles-just as examples.)black widow

 

He found this one and asked if I would like to take a photo. She let me get quite close (though not too close for my comfort) – she was a big one. There are only four things I will kill if necessary: venomous spiders rattle snakes, mosquitoes and flies. The National Geographic website had this to report about black widows.

“This spider’s bite is much feared because its venom is reported to be 15 times stronger than a rattlesnake’s. In humans, bites produce muscle aches, nausea, and a paralysis of the diaphragm that can make breathing difficult; however, contrary to popular belief, most people who are bitten suffer no serious damage—let alone death. But bites can be fatal—usually to small children, the elderly, or the infirm. Fortunately, fatalities are fairly rare; the spiders are non-aggressive and bite only in self-defense, such as when someone accidentally sits on them.”

I think it is extremely important to put deet (mosquito repellent) on children and adults, if you are able. There is a new virus that makes a person very ill. Also, I have never been certain that they do not carry the aids virus. They do “take your blood” when they bite.

It always pays to be aware of some spiders – for your children’s safety. I wrote a post a while back about the brown recluse, and posted a photo of the damage one can do…it is deadly.

Northern California host’s lots of rattle snakes. Clearly if you hear a rattle and there isn’t a baby around – keep your eyes keenly aware of your surroundings.

This isn’t to alarm anyone, but knowledge is power when used and we all should share information that could be life saving. Someone made me aware of the brown recluse.

Oh the web of a black widow is very sticky-you can tell if it’s a black widow; and they hide during the light.

Enjoy the great outdoors – enjoy nature – just use good sense, and particularly for the little ones as they trust you to care for them. Have a beautiful day and a safe one! God bless you all.

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I will be placing this same post on the stressmanagementmagic.com website today because of it’s importance to us all.

 

 

 

 

My husband never knows what I will do next!

September 18, 2013

I guess I am a bit of a wild woman, and I LOVE having fun.  Sometimes I will do something “out of the ordinary” just for fun.  Doesn’t have to be much.  I went to a yard sale and bought this “green thing” for a quarter.  I put it on Michael’s motorcycle helmet in the garage, and never said a word

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The first time he want into the garage he came in laughing and said, “I’m not wearing that on my helmet.”  That was exactly what I wanted…was to make him laugh.  Everyone needs an unexpected laugh now and then.  He loved it the night I came out of the office wearing a tiara.  I didn’t have to say anything and he just smiled and shook his head.

Do something just for fun today.  Not anything hurtful – that’s not fun.  Just something silly.  Have an extraordinary day!  It’s all in your hands now, and GOD BLESS YOU!

“Laughter is the closest distance between two peopl

Victor Borge

One Days Losses in precious human souls – in One Conflict

July 17, 2013

A cross could represent your son or daughter.  I felt such sorrow when I saw these flags honoring the men and women of our armed services for their service – and showing the loss of their lives during just one day of battle by putting up a cross in the sand. !  I took this photo a few years ago, and I honestly cannot remember which “conflict” it represented.
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It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that the majority of wars end in loss of lives and no real gain of any sort (at least in the eyes of those who felt the losses).  War is been, has been, and always will be a travesty.

I honor all those who are currently participating in various conflicts, and those who have in the past.  They are doing their duty as they see it, and I back our troops a thousand percent.  I  hope and pray that all these young men and women will come home, alive and in one piece.  Please join me in prayer for these brave military folks, and please pray also eventually war will be a thing of the past…..in my dreams

Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful men who know how important this job is, and made it a priority!

June 17, 2013

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“Dad-father-daddy-pops” are just a few of the names used by the children of the world.  Though I know there are families who make it successfully without a father figure in the household, you guys who have made a difference in the lives of your children —-give yourselves a hand!  SERIOUSLY

Parenting is probably the toughest job ever, and there is NO MANUAL to follow, for each child is unique, If you have stuck with it and tried your best, then God bless you!

Women are pretty competent at handling sixteen different things at a time.

Men generally, on the other hand, prefer to do one thing at a time.  Children demand so much, without even asking. They just have so many needs, and they are geared according to each child – Geared to emotions, intellect, overall health, and so forth.

 

No need to be specific about all the DEMANDS a father may find himself in the middle of, on a single day.  A good father shows kindness and love,

but firmness in decisions that benefit the children.  He must have patience with the repetitious demands small children requires.  The list of “requirements” to fulfill the position of GREAT DAD goes on……..

 

So if you’ve had ONE person say “Happy Father’s Day” today, then you probably are one of the “good ones”.  CONGRATULATIONS…. it is the most demanding of positions, and the job with probably the least rewards; that is until one of these things happen:

1.    Your daughter climbs on your lap and hugs you and says, “I love you daddy.”

2.    Your son says, “Thanks Dad for always being there for me when I needed you.”

3.    Or you look at your infant grandchild and remember the first time your son swam on his own, or the time your daughter showed you her prom dress and you realized she’d become a woman……….

 

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY GUYS!  If the family forgets to thank you every day for all you do, just watch them grow into fine young men and women, and know the JOB YOU DID was one of dire importance in the success of the future of our civilization and the planet earth.

 

 

 

In Praise of God and my Husband

May 19, 2013

 

I will always praise God for all the days of my life.  I can never be humble enough, thankful enough, or even be able to say how much I love Him.

When Michael, my husband, pushed my wheelchair back to my hospital room today, I began to think of the suffering he has endured since my emergency fiasco.  He was with me from the beginning and has been with me as much as possible to this day.

When I thought my schedule was grueling, I began to think of Michael’s since the day I was admitted to the hospital.  He is a heavy equipment mechanic and shop boss for a local company.  He saw me in horrific pain and was unable to take it away.  He told me he broke down once, and he rarely does that.

His work is backbreaking and diverse.  He awakes at 5AM and lets the dog out and then washes his face, shaves, etc.  When the dog has done her business he prepares her food and gets that task done.

Before he can leave he gathers all the items I have asked him to bring to me in the evening.  He also usually has a load of cleanly washed clothes to fetch and fold.

The job is ten miles from home.  Michael’s talents are not simply heavy equipment repair, but a myriad of other “body taxing” jobs throughout the day.  The day is usually twelve hours, give or take a few minutes.

Of course he has already called at noon to check in on me and see how I am doing for the day.  After work he drives the ten miles and then another five or six miles to the hospital.

I light up when he comes in the door and though I tell him “Don’t come over tonight”, he knows it is the highlight of my day.  He usually brings thoughtful and useful things to keep my spirit up.  Whatever I ask him to bring he also packs and delivers the items.

As the weekdays pass Michael begins to look exhausted.  I can tell the days his back is just killing him.  But still he comes every night, faithfully.

He stays until I have to say, “Go home honey.  You still have to take care of the dog, shower, and get ready for tomorrow. “ He’s been grabbing junk food every night since this happened. It’s usually cold by the time he eats it.

On the weekends he does all the household chores, manicures the lawns and trims the trees.  He does much more.

Today he brought “normalcy” to my seemingly endless hospital routines.

He pushed me in the wheelchair to a small refuge called “Angel’s Camp”.

The small park is big enough for one picnic table and two benches.  It

Is surrounded by green trees and bushes – tall and small.  It has a creek

still running hard from recent rains.

He also brought my dog and let me visit with her.  She’s my baby and I loved seeing her.  In a picnic box he brought water, pop, oranges, dog treats (so I could feed her), and fresh strawberries all ready to eat.

My family was on an outing and the dismal feelings I had last night dissipated into oblivion.  My dog knows I am injured.  She was polite and loving and laid next to me for a time.  When it was time to leave, just before he was going to put her in the car, she ran over for a last love and buried her face on my legs while I pet her again.

I told Michael he didn’t have to come by tonight as this had been wonderful.

He said, “I love you.  I’ll see you tonight, and remember-whatever the results of this hard time it is our lives now and we will make it together.”

I can never praise him enough for his steadfast love for me.  He’s seen me in

the most dire of circumstances, and hasn’t blinked an eye.  “I love your heart and your mind” he’ll remind me, “and those things never change.”

I THANK YOU GOD FOR LIFE , AND I THANK GOD, FOR MICHAEL IN MY LIFE.