Melanie suggested the prompts Automated, Mechanized, Modernized, Robotic and Jim is hosting. I struggled finding something beyond Mr. Roboto but I knew would be shared. I asked B and without much thought why not Black Sabbath’s Iron Man? Hmm, a guy who can time travel. That’s kinda mechanized. Or it’s a stretch but it’s all I got. Lyrics within. Songwriters: Tony Iommi / Ozzy Osbourne / Terence Michael Butler / W.T. Ward
I’m a bit delayed posting this recap today. Our PoPo is going through some stuff. He had fallen on Monday and then again (twice!) on Wednesday. After all the nonsense with MoMo embellishing her condition for tea and sympathy, B opted to hang back and allow his parents to make their own decisions for their medical needs. They had someone coming to the house to assess MoMo for P/T and decided to wait until then which was yesterday. Before they got there, things took a turn for the worse, he had post stroke like symptoms, slurred speech and unable to walk. Hindsight is 20/20 but we should have insisted he see someone Wednesday, overstep and say “now you listen to me”. Such a weird turn of events to become partental to your parents. Diagnosis dehydration and severe kidney infection. He’s in good hands now, staying in the hospital through Monday or Tuesday.
Crisis averted … we hope. They hadn’t really planned for retirement and they never even considered retirement with medical needs. That’s part of the reason I cleaned house yesterday. Another Swedish death clean. Papers and “stuff” into recycling or trash. Not to sound too morbid but we’ll have our hands full as they prepare to downsize into some form of assisted living. Yes, that is where we are … where we would have already been if only MoMo had agreed.