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I still remember eating ice cream after having mine removed.
Did they have ice cream them?
They has laser back then?I had mine out when I was 53, by Laser. It was like a bad sore throat for 2 days. They gave me an Ice Pack neck brace to wear for the pain,,, and not one darn scoop of ice cream !! I got ripped off.
cptlo
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Far West
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Yeah, I thought they stopped doing that. My kids and I still have ours.Me either.
Beat me to it.
They don't do it very often anymore, but sometimes the tonsils are just too bad to leave in there. Granddaughter was having lots of problems because of them.
Paxilpapa
Serenity, through modern chemistry
Yeah, the problem I had and many kids have is/was the amount of times and how often tonsillitis attacks. The tonsils eventually get larger and larger until it effects the airway, then it becomes obvious that they need to come out. Most kids outgrow the attacks of tonsillitis as the glands settle into doing their job without complaining, but mine never did until I hit my mid thirties and at that time they were big enough to enhance my sleep Apnea,,, so out they came, along with nasal turbinates and the repair of a deviated septum since I was 4, and after that I could breath quite well through my nose.
It sounds like they saw the writing on the wall for your grand and nipped in the bud, and I wish her a super quick recovery. (and, begrudgingly, with plenty of Ice Cream)
Far West
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Long one... I can't even believe this is happening. Pray for my mom that what is meant to be will happen. Pray for me that I have the strength to deal with this.
My mom fell while home alone the night of Saturday July 1st. I found her Sunday July 2nd when I went to bathe her for a Monday doctor appointment to go get cortisone shots for the pain she has in her hips from the arthritis.
I got her up, she seemed fine, but I knew she was dehydrated because she had not gone pee all that time. She kept saying she just could not stand up she was too weak. I was glad I found her alive.
I had her drink fruit juice and 7up, fed her, bathed her, we watched TV. She was going to the bathroom, so I thought things were good. I put her to bed and the next morning we went to the doctor. Her blood pressure was too low. They said that she was very dehydrated. They took her by ambulance to the hospital and gave her 2 bags of fluid. Within 2 hours she had more color to her face and even eyelids than I had seen in months. (Now I realize more was going on.) My aunt who visited her today even said, you are right, she has not had color for months.
Each day has been worse than the one before though. Because she was a fall risk, the hospital confined her to bed. Not having her walk even to the bathroom. I have watched her get weaker and weaker. Last Friday they transferred her to a care facility to help her get strong enough to walk again and come live with me. I knew she could no longer live alone.
The past three days she has lost the will to live and yesterday and today she will not/can't even speak or stay awake. I think she is days or weeks away from going to be with the Lord. The care facility is doing some blood work, but like my aunt and I, the staff agrees she is just dying of old age. Her body is done.
I am in shock, and sad beyond belief. Then I accept it, then I can't believe it is happening. My aunt and I spoke today about how looking back she has been declining more than either of us realized.
We stopped her from driving in February after a fender bender that she could not tell me how it happened. I have been shopping with her, and for her, and taking her everywhere she needs. We bought a scooter so in her retirement park she could still go down and do the activities, but she has been less involved.
I can't believe just last month from June 6th to June 22nd she flew by herself to Hawaii, and back, visiting my brother there. He was making her walk more to build up her strength. She had hip pain when walking, so we wanted to help her with that so she would walk more, that is why I set up the appointment for the cortisone shots for both hips.
We knew she was sitting too much and losing strength because of the sharp pain in her hips when she walked. I can't believe the decline was this fast. Just under 2 weeks of being cared for in bed and she has lost strength, and it seems the will to live. Just 3 days ago the therapist was starting to have her walk 10 feet at a time with assistance.
If this is the end I hope it will be fast. I'm not ready, but sitting in a bed with no quality of life, is not life.
I had come to realize that the saying once they fall it is about a year until the end of life was correct. Now I see why. It is not just the balance, it is the strength. First I told my kids I did not think she would live another year as I looked at how weak she was. Then I though 6 to 9 months. Now I think it will be within the month, if not this week.
I can't stop crying when I think about it. I need my heart to know she will be pain free and not burdened by a body that is no longer working. I moved back to San Diego to be with her, and I thought I had at least 6 more years... my aunt is 6 years older and slowing down but like my mom, takes no medicine, just bones that have arthritis. I thought there was more time.
85 is a good long life. I'm not ready. I know she is ready though.
My mom fell while home alone the night of Saturday July 1st. I found her Sunday July 2nd when I went to bathe her for a Monday doctor appointment to go get cortisone shots for the pain she has in her hips from the arthritis.
I got her up, she seemed fine, but I knew she was dehydrated because she had not gone pee all that time. She kept saying she just could not stand up she was too weak. I was glad I found her alive.
I had her drink fruit juice and 7up, fed her, bathed her, we watched TV. She was going to the bathroom, so I thought things were good. I put her to bed and the next morning we went to the doctor. Her blood pressure was too low. They said that she was very dehydrated. They took her by ambulance to the hospital and gave her 2 bags of fluid. Within 2 hours she had more color to her face and even eyelids than I had seen in months. (Now I realize more was going on.) My aunt who visited her today even said, you are right, she has not had color for months.
Each day has been worse than the one before though. Because she was a fall risk, the hospital confined her to bed. Not having her walk even to the bathroom. I have watched her get weaker and weaker. Last Friday they transferred her to a care facility to help her get strong enough to walk again and come live with me. I knew she could no longer live alone.
The past three days she has lost the will to live and yesterday and today she will not/can't even speak or stay awake. I think she is days or weeks away from going to be with the Lord. The care facility is doing some blood work, but like my aunt and I, the staff agrees she is just dying of old age. Her body is done.
I am in shock, and sad beyond belief. Then I accept it, then I can't believe it is happening. My aunt and I spoke today about how looking back she has been declining more than either of us realized.
We stopped her from driving in February after a fender bender that she could not tell me how it happened. I have been shopping with her, and for her, and taking her everywhere she needs. We bought a scooter so in her retirement park she could still go down and do the activities, but she has been less involved.
I can't believe just last month from June 6th to June 22nd she flew by herself to Hawaii, and back, visiting my brother there. He was making her walk more to build up her strength. She had hip pain when walking, so we wanted to help her with that so she would walk more, that is why I set up the appointment for the cortisone shots for both hips.
We knew she was sitting too much and losing strength because of the sharp pain in her hips when she walked. I can't believe the decline was this fast. Just under 2 weeks of being cared for in bed and she has lost strength, and it seems the will to live. Just 3 days ago the therapist was starting to have her walk 10 feet at a time with assistance.
If this is the end I hope it will be fast. I'm not ready, but sitting in a bed with no quality of life, is not life.
I had come to realize that the saying once they fall it is about a year until the end of life was correct. Now I see why. It is not just the balance, it is the strength. First I told my kids I did not think she would live another year as I looked at how weak she was. Then I though 6 to 9 months. Now I think it will be within the month, if not this week.
I can't stop crying when I think about it. I need my heart to know she will be pain free and not burdened by a body that is no longer working. I moved back to San Diego to be with her, and I thought I had at least 6 more years... my aunt is 6 years older and slowing down but like my mom, takes no medicine, just bones that have arthritis. I thought there was more time.
85 is a good long life. I'm not ready. I know she is ready though.
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Far West
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Thanks.
The Sound Guy
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Praying for you for strength. As I watch my mom with dementia (88) and my MIL (89) and FIL (92) continue to degrade my wife and I just have to keep reminding ourselves that they are not the loving parents that we had. This is not their fault. It pains me to think it, but I have to wonder why God is keeping them here. Just try to remember the good times with your mom, all the loving memories.