New "Stuff"

After 2 months, the electric wheel chair has arrived. There have been a few stubbed toes and the machine cornered me in the doorway once, but there have been no broken windows or dented furniture so far. The house is quite filled up with movers and shakers - a manual chair, a walker and now an electrical chair.

A tall toilet also was ordered and installed after 3 months of waiting. Unfortunately, I found out this morning, after emptying Urina (night bag) that it wasn't sealed properly. It's so much fun to wake up in the morning and find yourself standing in a pool of urine. Wakes a girl up.

The feeding tube is working well, and Dennis has only thrown up two days out of ten. Yesterday he threw up quite often, but by the end of the day the acid reflux had ended. Last night, however, Dennis managed to unhook the feeder, and there is another mess for Ann to clean up today. It's probably too late to do much of a clean up - the food is very thick and sticky and dries quickly. Doesn't matter too much, the whole carpet needs replacing anyway.

A medical bed is supposedly coming in a week or two, and I have no idea what to do with it. Our bedroom barely fits our bed, and Dennis' office is filled with the remains of what Dennis is hoarding and hanging on to for dear life. We will need to deal with this issue this weekend.

It's a stormy weekend, and a good weekend to stay home and pout. Looks like I have just about enough stuff to fuss about to pass the rainy day away.

Until Later,
Ann and Dennis

Urine

Our home smells like urine. Not like pet urine. Not even like an old folks home urine smell. But exactly like pee that has been sitting around for days and days.

Many years ago, I worked at a small school with uneducated janitors in charge. They waxed the floors yearly, but only washed the floors within a few inches of the edges. Pee in the boys room was contained, forever, in the wax.

Now my home smells like this.

Today I had Susannah wash the floor and toilet with bleach. When we returned home it still smelled. In the past I have found small leaks in Dennis' bags, but this time, nothing. Could it be that he is leaking through his bladder, around the area of the incision into his bladder?

Yuck, yuck and double yuck. I hope we can figure this one out.