Still Alive.

It's been nearly six years since Mom's death on 7/19/2012. I moved from the city of Jackson down to the country outside Utica. The crime in Jackson is horrible.  Seems like a murder a day now.

Life was very hard at first. Had certain folks to get out of my life. Moving hassles. Again...life changes. Move with it or die.

Took over a year to find a job. Glad I'm the super frugal type.

The first three years after Mom's passing were the worst. But, by summer 2016, life slowly got better. I'm outdoors more and that's good for someone like me.

Pushing 60 years old and can feel it. Tired a lot more. But, I know how to stay busy.

Take care.

It's been a while, but finally started on the Nano camper.

Yeah, I know. Mom dies and I fall off the face of the earth. Well, not exactly.

It took a month to get my emotional act back together. Mom declared me the executrix of her will and that had some priorities that are good to know when handling the remains and unpaid bills of the dead. Her funeral was on a very hot day and I made sure it didn't drag on too long. Just about everyone there was over fifty-five and heat with lots of humidity is hard on us older folk. Stayed behind after the others had left and helped to fill in Mom's grave with a borrowed shovel until the backhoe arrived.

What have I been up to?

Working on the Nano camper (keeping my hands busy) has been good therapy. Got the bruises, nicks, and tar-stained fingers to prove that building a tiny camper isn't as easy as it sounds. Three weeks into this project and the walls are finally up. The roof is on and tarred. The interior will probably take another month with the paneling, wiring, plumbing, and installing of a small made-for-a-tent wood stove.

Went with the econo tin from Home Depot as the exterior siding instead of wood paneling. Much lighter than treated plywood. I can cut it with an electric saw, too. Today I cut out some of the tin and install the windows and door off my old slide-in camper. Tarring the remaining tiny exterior gaps will come at the end of the project before I move inside to complete that work.

Stopped by Mom's grave the other day. The rains have made the dirt collapse around the wooden box her coffin is in. Going out to that dangerous cemetary soon and shovel in more dirt to fill in the holes. Need to get some lawn grass seed as well to stop the ugly erosion. Have to be heavily armed when at the cemetary. I just missed a police officer being shot and nearly killed by an outlaw that ran into the cemetary. Just missed that stressful event by minutes. Thank you, God, I wasn't there.

Even in death, I care for you, Mom. Even if it means dealing with outlaws. I miss you a lot, Mom, at times. But you are better off where you are now than here on this side trapped in a body with a brain having one stroke then another caused by dying kidneys in the final 24 hours of your life.

Hoot, hoot, Mom.

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I cancelled my ISP (internet service provider), so now I have to rely on the library Internet computer to post here. Needless to say, that will happen as I'm passing by on my way to Home Depot to buy more materials for the Nano camper. Gas prices are too high to make a lot of trips away from the house. Money has to go where it is needed.

Mom is passing away slowly.

She is passing around 500 mL of urine per day, sometimes less than that. Kidney failure happens at its own rate.

She is lethargic and can barely speak. The only time she is clear in her speech is when she asks me where my deceased father is. In heaven, I tell her, waiting on her.

The doctor gave her 2 weeks to live (a week ago), I figure a month to six weeks. Mom is tough. But, I don't know. Will play it one day at a time and prepare the best I can for her passing. It's not easy watching her die. Thank goodness for the hospice nurses and their love and care.

Have gotten all the bills in my name now. Throwing out old junk like a table top Christmas tree that's pushing 25 years old. Fire hazard, if there ever was one with it's electric lights and dried out paper decorations. Wanting to get this old house ready for a tear down next year after I get rid of a lot of stuff and put the rest in storage. Planning on spending the next twelve months real busy.

Nursing Home Nearly Killed Mom...by policy.

So Mom has a heart attack on June 9. Goes into the hospital and is treated for the heart attack and a bladder infection. A week later, she's released and goes into a local nursing home for therapy. And that's where the horror story starts.

The first day Mom has shortness of breath and requests oxygen. None is given. Her 02 levels are okay says the nurse. I tell the RN that oxygen helps her to feel comfortable. Totally ignored.

By Sunday afternoon, Mom is in terrible pain from a growing bladder infection that is spreading to her kidneys. I inform the staff. On Monday the pill arrives as Mom suffers the terrible back pain of the kidney infection. The pill arrives at noon, so a nurse tells me, but they wait to 4:00 pm to give it to her.

Mom appears to have the symptoms of fibromyalgia, so I won't let her start therapy. I tell the nurse until her pain is managed better I'm not pushing her into therapy. That the kind of pain she's in could trigger another heart attack. Mom can't even stand the weight of the blankets on her feet. An aide handles her too roughly while bathing her, so I flat out tell the nurse that from now on I bathe her.

By Tuesday, Mom is getting weaker. She doesn't have much of an appetite and the hospital food isn't that good. She's on a pain medication that makes her hallucinate bugs on the bed to my cats dropping out of the ceiling and floating around the room. She's picking at the food I'm trying to feed her because she can't feed herself.

By Wednesday morning at 6:00 am, Mom is coughing up a clear mucus that turns to a light tan color by 8:00 am. She informs me that she can't swallow anymore. I inform the nurse and a chest x-ray is ordered. Mom is in terrible pain and asks me to get her out there.

Now the really bad part starts...

I go to the nurse's station fed up that it's taking too long for the chest x-ray and inform them that I'm taking Mom out of there. Going to call an ambulance as soon as I get Mom ready.

Her nurse and the head nurse come in. I am informed that it is against company policy for them to call an ambulance for a patient that leaves without the doctor approving it. Okay, so I'll call for the ambulance. Oh, no, I can't do that they tell me. Why? I ask. The ambulance won't come unless the doctor releases the patient. And the hospital where I am taking Mom will not accept her. The only recourse is to discharge her and take Mom in my sweltering hot pick up truck over to the hospital in it. It's about 130 degrees inside my pickup by the way. It's June in a Mississippi sun parked in a asphalt parking lot 130 degrees hot.

I almost believed them, too. Must have been the uniforms. I moved my truck up to the front door to get Mom. It's too hot in the truck for a 93 year old woman who recently had a heart attack.

Anyway, something in my spirit begins to doubt these two. This can't be true. I'm trying to save her life. I get a hold of AMR wheelchair services and they tell me that they will gladly pick Mom up and take her to the hospital but a staff member at the nursing home has to make the call to them before they will. I go back inside and asked two staff members to make the call, but they refused. Against the nursing home policy again. But, I said reminding them, you said they wouldn't come, but they are willing to come out to take Mom to the hospital. They ignored me.

I go outside to my truck fuming mad, fist pounding teary eyed upset, my most dangerous side. I call AMR again and beg desperately with the dispatcher for AMR to come get my mother out of the nursing home and take her straight to the hospital she was released from. I was asked if she had trouble breathing and I said yes. You could hear the congestion in her lungs when she coughed up the phlegm. Five minutes later the ambulance arrives and off goes Mom back to the hospital.

And would you believe the nursing home still refuses to cooperate in saving her life by holding us up in getting her to the hospital? When an ambulance picks up a patient at a nursing home, something called a pink sheet is given to the ambulance driver. The nursing home staff refused to turn it over. Mom and I are moved as one then the other ambulance driver go back to get the pink sheet. They get their pink sheet. One of the nurses is now in trouble with AMR for refusing to turn it over, too. It's illegal what was going on with the way they handled me pulling Mom out of the nursing home and I hope that nursing home gets fined for it.

At the hospital...

A urine sample is pulled and it's the color of tomato juice. Thick and full of pus. I cried like a little kid in the ER when I saw it. I didn't know Mom was that sick.

Now's she's going into three days at the hospital that I was told would not accept her back receiving oxygen treatments to remove the excess fluid build up in her lungs as well as medicines for her kidney, bladder, and lung infection.

I got sick, too. Have spent Thursday, Friday, and today laid up in the bed with a terrible cold and severe back pain. The only reason I could rest though is because Mom is out of that nursing home. As long as I live, she'll never go back into another one, too. I'll stay at her side and help her.

Got to go now, the bug is giving me a bad coughing fit.

The Stock Market is falling. The Stock Market is falling.

We ain't seen nuttin' yet. Wait till October. The NWO's history points to October and April as months of failing and falling over.

Mom, Greece, GD2, and riots in the streets.

Poor Mom. Too weak to get into the bath tub and sometimes to weak to sit in her chair and eat her meals. Her nurse called in another nurse to teach me how to care for Mom as she grows weaker and weaker. Bathing her in the hospital bed is a lot easier than I thought it would be. Nell is a great instructor. Prepping for the Greece bail out from the European Union. I don't mean free money for Greece. I mean walking away and going back to their old currency. Oh, boy! Talk about Great Depression 2 coming down world wide. With the USA getting onto $16 trillion in debt (we'll never be able to pay all of it back), our Gross National Product numbers can't keep up with just the interest amounts on the debt. We're falling. We're falling. Time to get ready. Looking at some real estate along a river nearby for purchasing, if the price gets right. I want to get out of the city and live way out in the woods. Was predicted that when the USA dollar is worth 70 cents or less, there will be rioting in the streets. Jackson, MS., with all of its weekly murders and gang war fare, will have plenty of riots as the trained to be helpless war for more free food and benefits.

Keeping up with Greece's financial turmoil....

I've been keeping up with Greece's financial chaos that's been going on for quite a while. The way I figure it when Greece dumps their current government, gets rid of their currency, and simply tries to start from scratch, that's when the world's economic problems will get much worse. It's lining up financially that 2013 is going to be one bad year for anyone with a job. Dare I say that a world wide Great Depression 2 might kick in. The pin has got to get pulled somewhere to tumble the world into GD2 and it looks like Greece is that pin.

I am so glad that I actually like survival training. Those skills and knowledge of edible plants and medicinal plants might come in handy. Always enjoyed hunting and fishing. Ordered a scope mount for my old .22 rifle the other day. Need to load up on some .22 ammo, too, before it's too late. Downloading a lot of books into Kindle or buying hard copy books concerning ditch medicine, jungle medicine, and old time medicine and dentistry. My mom's weekly RN told me that you can add sugar and iodine and make a great antiseptic from it. I knew sugar was antibacterial, so it was kept in my bug out bag.

Adding a bug out cart to my bug out bag. It's actually a deer hauler that is to be converted to a covered bug out cart. Can carry more food, water, and my hiker's tent with a bug out cart. My old deer hauler will be used for around the yard or hauling fire wood. Going to convert the new deer hauler into a type of rickshaw type carrier by adding 1/2" conduit pipe to the handle. I do take camping seriously and bugging out with modern gear is like a forced camping trip.

Other than that, I did repair the main drain to all the sinks today. Old cast iron line had corroded so bad that nothing was getting through. Two bottles of Liquid Plumber in the past week let me know that this wasn't a gob of hardened grease or a dead squirrel blocking up the line. Replaced the old line with PVC 2" pipe and it's good to go. It will be a happy day when this old dump of a house is torn completely down.

Do you listen to Alex Jones or conspiracy radio?

Sometimes at night, I'll turn on the shortwave to 4840 and there's old Alex screaming how the New World Order is molesting little kids at air ports. He makes the TSA agents sound like gestapo or something. If it were truly that bad at air line terminals, wouldn't people protest? Are we, Americans, truly sheeple as Alex keeps suggesting?

Then Alex pushes the tangy tangerine weight loss product that has helped him lose over forty pounds. Pushes multi-vitamins and other health products. I've noticed there is a growing number of radio personalities pushing health and weight loss products. TSA and tangy tangerine. I have to shake my head in a state of disbelief.

I use to listen to Art Bell on Coast to Coast AM, but after he left for good, George Noory took over. All that New Age crap George pushes is annoying. I rarely listen to George Noory anymore.

Pastor Bob Martin's Challenge radio program is good (4840 on shortwave). He's like a calmer version of Alex Jones. He damns the NWO (New World Order), too, but leaves it up the listener to make up their own mind about FEMA camps (aka Fusion centers) and the conspiracy theories like chemtrails, fluoride, and GMO (genetically modified) seed. Like me, he anticipates another great disaster for the USA similar to Katrina and 9/11. Martin especially hates the abortion on demand of human life. God, as our Father, is obligated to punish his wayward children. The USA was undoubtedly blessed by God in the centuries past, but the USA has become an ungrateful child and proves it with this imperialistic attitude. I pray the punishment isn't nuclear in nature. Floods, hurricanes, and tornadoes are horrible. Droughts and record snow falls are killers. But, nuclear bombs or nuclear plants melting down is the worse.

Just watched some YouTube clips of the movie The Book of Eli. Someone over at survivalistboards.com suggested the movie as a good example of what to expect in a post apocalyptic event. Has me sort of bummed out. All that violence and dry, dusty feeling the movie clips left me with in my spirit doesn't help. Watching Mom die slowly from congestive heart failure doesn't help either. I make plans, but nothing has worked out lately. I have to stick closer and closer to Mom now. She's in pain all the time from old age. Seriously don't expect her to see next Christmas.

I'll deal with it.

Mom's not doing so well...Nano camper is postponed.

These things happen, so I'll have to roll with it. The new medication Mom was on made her very ill. Lowered her blood pressure too much and acted as a severe laxative at the same time. She's so weak that I stay pretty close to her. She's off two of the new medications and rests frequently. Ate breakfast in bed this morning and that's rare for her to do that. Ordered her an adult version of a sippy cup today so she can drink her coffee in bed without me holding the cup for her. She is in bed about twenty hours a day now and frequently commments of weakness when she's up.

Oh, well. I'll keep saving some money and keep on making plans for the Nano camper. It might be autumn before it's built, but that's okay. Mom comes first. If she passes away, well, that camper will be built, but designed differently.

Mom is Top Priority

Can't start on the Nano camper this week. Mom has terrible swelling in her legs and is really weak. Wants to nap all the time and is whiny when she doesn't get her way. I ignore most of it. Mom's left leg is practically useless, but she can stand feebly on it with a little assistance.

With an X-ray and sonar scan looking for bloodclots to help the doctor understand the sudden weakness in her left leg, I'm staying close to her. He put her on a fluid pill to take away some of the swelling in her lower legs. She puffed up a lot the past week.

Well, I have a lot of work piling up, so will have to come up with a plan to get it all done. Two large trees down in the back yard need cutting up and moving. The Nano camper and farm cutting have to be done, too. There is always house work. The garden has to go in in a couple of weeks, too. It's going to be one busy spring around here caring for my dying mother and everything else that has to be done.