Giddy Up Gene

(I've been watching Weird Al videos whenever the stress of this situation is getting to me. I love his video about Charles Nelson Reilly "CNR" Rest in peace Gene Rayburn..)

Jim's been blogging his days onto his Facebook notes each day and it's breaking my heart. His time in Louisiana is wearing on him. Most of the time his own mother doesn't know who he is or anyone else. When she does regain lucidity she tells him she doesn't want to visit that dreamland again. She knows something is wrong but not exactly what that is.

He did manage to get her in to see her doctor, who started examining her and determined something was horribly wrong more than dementia and slow recovery from pneumonia. The doctor had her immediately admitted to one of the better hospitals in town, not Mid City. The doctors there discovered she has bleeding in her GI tract and that Friday night she'd had a heart attack. A. Heart. Attack!

Mid City kept her in the ER a few hours and said it was merely rapid onset dementia. Now how in the hell does a medical professional mistake dementia for a heart attack? Pissed here.

So everything is still pretty scrambled up. Jim has to be at the hospital tomorrow at daybreak to meet with the cardiologist and the gastroenterologist so he can plan around what needs to happen for her. It's obvious now that there is no way he can possibly fly home on Friday like originally planned. Typically Continental is being diskish about allowing him to schedule a later flight but the upcharge is doable, not as much as I feared it would be. I encouraged Jim to stay as long as he needs to, he has lots of accrued sick leave he'll never use. She needs him.

On this front I've been shook up by the ever changing daily reports from Louisiana. Between the training on my new job and my Maw in Law's medical problems I've been a nervous wreck, praying for her and that my husband have the strength to get through this. Tomorrow he'd got to get the power of attorney signed off on and filed.

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A brief note to those coming here from The Daily KOS. Many of you are taking my piece "Bring Me The Flaming Head Of Barbie" completely out of context. I suggest you check out No Longer Quivering, Vyckie Garrison's site, and read the rest of the series, particularly "Surfing" to get a sense of my torturous recovery from Fundamentalism. The reason I find the Duggars repellant and dangerous is that they only show a false sugar-coated picture of what being an Evangelical Quiverful family is like. They completely misrepresent the life and its manifold dangers. Read the story of Tess Willoughby at NLQ and tell me that type of life is not dangerous.

Plus, I'm no feminist. In fact, I hate quantitative labels like 'Feminist' or 'Good Baptist' or even 'Chosen sexual orientation' What I am is a woman that survived spiritual abuse and have come out the other side with a deep desire to help those who either have suffered or are suffering from a similar type of abuse. I am a licensed minister who does counsel others. I've seen my old church splinter and fall apart after the pastor embezzled church funds and went on his merry way unpunished. I've counseled and helped those left that did their darndest to torment me and tell me I was going to hell after leaving that church. Now they are deeply broken people that keep asking me how you survive seeing what you believe crumble and those you love as brothers and sisters betray you. It's a hard struggle.