[AT] Tire chains

[Indiana Robinson]

On Wed, Jan 14, 2015 at 6:52 AM, Cecil R Bearden <crbearden at copper.net>
wrote:

> Farmer:
> I remember when your tractor had the gearbox frozen with water when we
> tried to load a generator onto the fire truck that I was driving from
> Mt. Holly NJ to Oklahoma.  I still have the truck, and have not been
> able to get it equipped like I wanted.  Round tuits, health problems,
> family deaths, and just plain no time has really hampered me getting
> anything done.
>
> Cecil in OKla
>
>
This is kind of a mindless ramble. I'm good at mindless rambles these
days...
I'm a member in good standing of the round-tuit / health problems / family
deaths club... Toss in a father, mother, maternal grandfather and 3 aunts
who rode the Alzheimer bus all the way to the end of the line. Actually my
father was the lucky one of the bunch. His heart gave out before he got as
bad as my mother. Still he managed to get several years in sabotaging me
regularly before his doctor ordered him to stay in the house. Mostly little
stuff like stealing lynch pins, valve caps, gas caps or turning on ignition
switches or headlights. He actually mellowed a little before he died and
did always know me. My mother on the other hand rode that bus all the way
to the edge of the planet and dropped off of the edge (over a 10 year run).
I finally had to quit farming because I could not keep her safe and still
farm. Her care became a full time job and then some. Diana's mom was a
great lady and sharp as a tack. But she lived with us for 3 years at the
same time my mom was really bad at home. She was nearly totally blind,
nearly totally deaf and could only get around with a walker. Then after we
finally had to put my mom in a home for 24 hour care Diana's mom had a
fight with cancer. Diana's siblings saw how it all was dragging her down
and approached me saying that they believed it was time for their mom to go
to a nursing home.
The home mom was in said that she needed to go to a psychiatric center for
a 3 week evaluation. We were driving  from the Richmond IN hospital where
Diana's mom was having cancer surgery to the Greenfield IN hospital to
arrange for my mom's evaluation when my cell phone rang and it was the
Shelbyville IN hospital. The home had sent my mother there by ambulance
because she was out of control. They told me to skip the Greenfield
hospital, that they would set it up by phone. They needed me at the
Shelbyville hospital because they could not handle her. I had to drive her
to the Greenfield center because the ambulance people said that they
couldn't handle her... When I got there the staff said they would handle
things. Instead they finally came to the waiting room and said that they
couldn't manage her. I had to go up and physically place her in her room
with her yelling and screaming. I really wish I could forget that day... I
think she just sat around sedated for most of the 3 weeks but it probably
billed nice. I wasn't supposed to visit her often so we went once a week.
She did always know Diana and I except for the last weeks of her life but
nobody else. When she died a year or so later she remembered nothing.
You can see why I am getting older nervously... So far so good but my only
sibling, a sister who is  3 years older, is now bad enough that her
immediate family cannot leave her alone...
Diana and I are both doing fairly well now but we came out of those years
with very strong symptoms of PTSD. I blame many of our health problems of
more recent years on the stress of those years. Severe stress just isn't
good for you.
Many of my current "complaints" stem from drug side effects, mostly the
Lipitor. Pesky stuff at maximum dosage. I'm still pretty good at the
keyboard where I can go back and edit but if we were sitting and talking
you would notice that I stumble a lot and sometimes struggle for some word
I know that I know but can't make it float to the surface.  [?]
They told me ahead that recovery from my "chop-open" bypass would take
about 6 months but afterwards they started stretching it out. I think they
don't want to scare people out. [?]  Still, I keep slowly getting better and
my mind is getting slowly clearer. I can now work a couple of hours a day
most days and the problem solving part of my brain keeps poking up and
looking around.  [?]
I'm quite hopeful for a good spring.
.
Still checking the grounds...



-- 


Nothing will teach you patience like a horse. Rule #1, the horse is rarely
wrong...
If you want to get inside of a horse's head love is the key, not anger or
impatience and never revenge. Pet it, groom it, feed it, water it; and only
then ask it to work with you as a friend.

Francis Robinson
aka "farmer"
Central Indiana USA
robinson46176 at gmail.com