11/15/18
What a day I had today! I started my new vitamin regimen and felt more energized, got more done mentally and physically than I have in a good long while. At last, I could think things through, organize my thoughts, and make a plan! I hope it lasts.
Over the past 3 weeks, everything landed on the kitchen table . It was piled high with books and papers from half a dozen different companies involved in palliative/end-of-life care for Jim. Stacks of unopened mail, magazines, newspapers; lotion oils, essential oils & stuff left sitting out; the filter from the fridge that Jim replaced; brackets from the ceiling fan that got replaced, etc. Cleared off 2/3rds of it. Once I could see the table top again, everything got organized, trashed or put away. Then I paid some bills and made a list and ran errands. But not before doing my morning "have-to's": deep breathing, meditation, exercises, out for a walk in the bracing air and sunshine. Cleared the rest of the snow from the back deck -- just because it pushed easily and I felt my back was strong enough to take it.
My main mission today was to try and solve the mystery of the missing wallet... When I came home after Jim was taken to the ER, I saw he had emptied his pockets on the chest of drawers near the bed. A few bills, coin purse, grocery list, etc., but his wallet was missing. I've looked everywhere for it. Our son, Jimmy looked too. Son, Tim (in Florida) made a couple of other suggestions we hadn't thought of. No luck there either. So then I got out the last Visa statement and called to get a list of the last purchases before Jim went to the ER, and made the rounds of stores where Jim had been. Didn't turn up at any of them.
Earlier this week, the first place I called was the hospital and asked if they could look for it. The nurse said she would tell Security and get back to me. That was 2 days ago. Hasn't happened. (Sigh) I plan on going over there tomorrow. The fact that he emptied everything but the wallet from his pockets makes me think he kept his wallet for the trip to the ER. I remember Jim saying, "I don't have any money," when I first got to the ER. I assured him, "You don't need any. It's okay. All taken care of." I hope someone in the ER found it or at least knows where to look. Perplexing!
Two funny other things worth mentioning. The County Coroner sent me a Sympathy card. Who does that? Then, for lunch, I ordered up my new fave fast food -- a Harvest Chicken Salad at Wendy's -- chicken, greens, bacon, walnuts, cranberries, apples, with cider vinegar dressing. An average-looking middle-aged guy with white hair, great smile and twinkling blue eyes standing behind the girl at the register asked me politely if I was over 55?! I smiled and said "I'll take that as a compliment! Yes, I'm 75." He winked and said, "Then you get a free drink!"
What a day!