Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Returning to Random...

You guys, thanks so much for all the sweet comments under my last post! It was so nice to hear from all of you, and I really appreciated everything you said.

Now that I'm back to a somewhat-normal routine, I figured I'd post one of my somewhat-normal random posts. So here we go:

1. For those of you in America -- did you enjoy your July 4th holiday? Rick and I met Faisal for dinner, and then went back to his place to watch fireworks. His condo has an awesome view -- remember the view I used to have at our rental condo in Lincoln Park? Here, let me refresh your memory:


I used to have a pretty clear view of the Navy Pier fireworks. Faisal's place is even better -- not only does he have a clear view of Navy Pier, but his balcony overlooks the entire skyline of Chicago, from downtown to the western suburbs. So when it started to get dark, the ENTIRE horizon was filled with fireworks -- it was like watching 50 different fireworks displays all at the same time. In fact, the actual Navy Pier fireworks show sort of paled in comparison to watching the constant pyrotechnics off in the distance. Seriously one of the coolest things I've ever seen...

2. So as I may or may not have mentioned (it really has been WAY too long since I was updating this blog regularly), we've been using Peapod for grocery delivery the last couple months. I was wary about trying them out at first, since I'm crazy picky about produce. I have, at times, given up attempting to find a "perfect" onion or apple in the piles at the grocery store, and just handed over the task to Rick in frustration. For some reason, I'll get to a point where NOTHING looks good to me (for whatever arbitrary reasons I have), but if Rick just picks one out, I'll be so happy to finally have an onion in my cart that I don't care anymore. And so far, allowing the Peapod people to pick out my produce (wow -- Peapod people picking produce... say that five times really fast... :)), has worked out just fine.

We did, however, discover a slight drawback to the grocery delivery system over the weekend -- you have to actually remember that you ordered the groceries and be HOME when they deliver them. We took a walk down to Michigan Avenue on Sunday, so Rick could buy a watch battery and look for sandals, and I could check out the summer clothes at H&M. And just as Rick was about to find (what I can only assume would have been) the perfect pair of sandals, his phone rang and our door person informed us that Peapod was at our condo with our grocery delivery. Oops. We literally RAN out to the street, hopped in a cab, and got home as quickly as we could. Fortunately, the Peapod guy had another delivery to make in the same area, so he did that first and then came back to our place. Which is good, because if you're not around for a delivery, you get charged for the groceries you ordered PLUS some kind of penalty fee. Lesson learned -- don't forget about your grocery delivery time...

3. I'm starting to think that this weird "zombie" obsession in our culture is bordering on ridiculous. I mean, sure, at first it was like, "Shaun of the Dead is such an awesome movie!" (And it really is... I mean, Simon Pegg is hilarious...) But lately it seems like zombies are everywhere -- I just found this website, where you can actually download a zombie app to motivate you to run more. Apparently the idea is that you're pretending to run away from zombies. I don't want to pretend to run away from zombies... if I want to run farther and faster, I'll pretend that I'm running TOWARD a truck full of Ghirardelli chocolate...

4. I need to go do stuff (you know, non-specific yet extremely important "stuff" stuff), so that's it for today. Hope everyone is having a good July so far...

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Well, THIS is awkward...

I didn't MEAN to take so much time off from blogging... really, I didn't. But the last couple of months have been a bit all over the place. As I mentioned weeks and weeks ago, I was occupied with freelance work the entire month of May. I was working every day -- even weekends -- so I could meet my end-of-the-month deadline, and I suppose the last thing I wanted to do at the end of each day was stare at my computer screen for another hour.

Two days after I'd finished my freelance project, we headed to Austin for a week. Back at the end of April, Rick's dad fell and broke his leg in two places. He'd already been struggling for years with a loss of mobility due to vascular Parkinson's and complications from diabetes, and was also stricken with a form of dementia. Some days were good and some days were bad... sometimes he'd carry on a conversation and know everyone's names... and other days he'd be confused and he'd often accidentally call Rick "David," which is the name of Rick's uncle. Rick tried to take it in stride, and would laugh it off -- because sometimes your only choices are to laugh or cry...

The leg break required surgery, which of course required narcotics, which apparently can be very bad for dementia patients. After the surgery, Rick's dad became incapable of participating in the rehab that was necessary for recovery. Eventually, he was discharged from the hospital and sent to an assisted nursing facility.

By the time we got down to Austin that first week in June, Rick's dad was not doing well at all. And I have to add -- do not ever allow your loved ones to reside in an Emeritus assisted living/nursing facility. Somehow, these places got high marks in a U.S. News and World Report list, but after the experience Rick's family had there, I would never recommend them. They had NO system for tracking the dispensing of medication, which resulted in NUMEROUS mix-ups -- they would forget to give Rick's dad his meds, then actually try to double up on them when they realized their mistake... or they WOULD give him the meds, a shift change would occur, and the next person on the shift would try to give him more meds. Even worse than this, I think, was the fact that he began to have difficulty swallowing and wasn't drinking enough. It took the staff DAYS to finally get him on IV fluids, at which point he was severely dehydrated.

One of the reasons we went to Austin at the beginning of June was to visit a couple long-term-care nursing homes, and to talk to a lawyer about financial issues. Rick's poor mom had pretty much been a 24/7 caretaker for months -- she only left the nursing home to sleep (or try to sleep) at night, at which point one of Rick's sisters would take over and spend the night with their dad. Insurance was only paying for Emeritus until mid-June, and we knew that there was no way Rick's dad could be cared for at home. Our assumption was that he'd be in a nursing home for a while, so we wanted to find a good one (definitely not Emeritus). By the end of the week, we thought we'd found a good one, and had a basic plan in place.

The day before we left Austin, after he'd finally gotten some IV fluids, Rick's dad was alert enough to see that we were there. Rick sat down in the chair next to his bed and said, "hey, do you know who I am?" And Rick's dad answered, "David?" Rick considered this to be as "normal" as things could get, considering he'd been mistakenly identified as David for years. When we left, Rick told his dad that we had to go, and his dad said, "okay, see you next week." He even smiled at Rick, and when Rick said goodbye, his dad said, "goodbye, son." At that moment, his dad DID know who he was...

The next day, the medical staff at Emeritus finally realized that a hospital would be a better location for Rick's dad. As we were heading to the airport to fly back to Chicago, he was on his way to a hospital, where they could better monitor him. We'd only been home a couple days when we learned that he'd taken a very bad turn for the worse. All of a sudden, the plans for long-term care were replaced with plans for hospice care. By Tuesday, the doctor was saying that he didn't think he'd make it through the weekend, and Rick and I started making plans to get back to Austin. We literally booked the earliest flight we could find Thursday morning -- 6 a.m.

Wednesday evening, I tried to get some sleep before our 4 a.m. wake-up call, but wasn't getting much rest. Rick decided to hop in the shower so he wouldn't need one in the morning, and at around 11:50, I heard his phone ring. And I KNEW that it wasn't good news. I couldn't sleep anyway, so I got up to go find his phone, and saw that his sister had sent a text, "Dad passed away at 11:45." My heart absolutely sank -- not just for the loss of my father-in-law, but because I knew that Rick wanted so badly to make it to Austin before he was gone. And we ended up being late by a mere 12 hours...

We spent two and a half weeks in Austin, helping Rick's mom make arrangements, cleaning the house for the inevitable visitors, cleaning the fridge for all the food (so much food materializes when someone dies!), going through years and years of records that Rick's dad kept in his study (he would never let anyone throw anything away :)), and looking through hundreds of old pictures and memorabilia. Rick's brother-in-law Dean put together an awesome photo presentation for the visitation and memorial service, and Rick and all four of his sisters stood up and talked about their dad during the service.

I, of course, am not a good public speaker... but if I had stood up to say something, I would've talked about how Rick's dad would always tease him about his great "pink" car (he never had a pink car, but Rick's dad would jokingly call his cars pink just to annoy Rick... I thought it was hilarious... :)). And he always made sure to give me a big hug before we left the house... if I got too far away, he'd say, "you're not trying to sneak away without a hug, are you?" :) With his diabetes, he had to be careful about how much sugar he ate... we'd go over to Rick's parents' house for dinner, and his mom would always have a couple different choices for dessert. So she'd ask Rick's dad, "would you like pie or cake for dessert?" And every time his answer was the same: "Yes!" He and Rick both loved a good argument -- or perhaps "debate"? :) -- and would often have lengthy discussions about politics. And he loved to reminisce about his time in the army when he was stationed in Hawaii -- we're so glad that we were actually able to go to Hawaii with him several times, including a visit to Oahu and Pearl Harbor.

So that was the month of June -- not the best month, but I know that everyone finds comfort in knowing that Rick's dad is now enjoying eternity, probably hanging out with family members who went before him. He's finally free of the prison of Parkinson's and dementia, and no longer in any pain. And even though we were unable to get back to Austin to see him one last time, I think it's comforting for Rick to know that on that last day that were able to talk to him, his dad KNEW that we were there. He looked right at Rick, and he looked right at me. He smiled. And most importantly, his last words to Rick were "goodbye, son."


I love this picture of Rick's mom and dad...