"If I Croak, it will be at Home in My Trailer."
In the meantime, I went to town and lucked out on an almost
new twenty five inch color TV and VCR with a remote for a
trey (three hundred dollars), and the guy delivered it for
free. May was tickled to death when the guy took the old TV
out and put the new one in.
I was tired of eating in restaurants and fast food
drive-ins, so I went to Kroger's Food Market in the shopping
center and bought half a yard's worth of garbage (food),
including a couple of thick T-bone steaks, mushrooms and
some chicken for Gee Gee. I didn't drink but I did like to
eat. I stopped by the juice mill and picked up a case of
beer for May. Well, everything was well at the homestead for
a few months.
May got real sick and had to go to the hospital where she
stayed for two weeks. Her doctor told me that she had
emphysema and that one of her lungs was just about gone, the
other one in bad shape plus her ticker was in very bad
shape. He said that for the rest of her life, she would have
to put on a new nitro patch every morning. He gave her
prescriptions for nitro patches and nitro pills to keep
handy in case she needed them, plus prescriptions for four
or five other drugs.
After she came home, in about a day she was getting up and
around pretty good. I would do most of the cooking and
housecleaning and she would go along with me to help do the
shopping. I thought that she was on the mend.
A month later, she was back in the hospital, again for three
days. Her doctor told me that she had developed kidney
trouble because of the side effects of one of the drugs that
she was taking. He said that it was prolonging her life and
he didn't want to withdraw it from her.
He said that she could go anytime, a day, a month, or she
could live another six months. He advised me to put her in a
nursing home, where they could take care of her.
Well, May declared that damned if she was going to one of
those places with the walking dead and said, "If I croak, it
will be at home in my trailer."
I asked the doc when she could be released from the hospital
and he said that he would like to keep her for another
couple of days.
After I got back to our mobile home, I sat down in the
recliner, trying to figure out my next move. Our mobile home
had two bedrooms in the back, a bath, a kitchen and a
spacious living room with six big windows facing the
driveway. There was a view of most of the mobile home park,
which was shaped like a horseshoe, with the homes around it.
In the center was a playground for the kids, where they
could play basketball, softball or pitch horseshoes.
Owing to the fact that May would be bedfast to a degree, I
decided to make the front room into a bedroom for her, so
she could look out the windows and see all the action. I
called the hospital supply company and ordered an electric
adjustable hospital bed and a crapper (toilet). They said
that they would bring the bed and the crapper out within the
Well, I had a neighbor friend of mine and his wife to help
me take the studio couch and the coffee table out and move
the TV. We no sooner got the stuff out and swept and mopped
the floor in the front room when the delivery man arrived.
He and a helper brought the bed in, put a new mattress and
mattress pad on it, then last but not least, they brought in
the potty. I signed the papers, thanked them and they left.
I called May's room at the hospital and told her what I had
done. She sounded like she was glad that I had made the
Around two o'clock the next day, the local Rescue Squad
ambulance pulled up in front of the house. They put her on
the mobile stretcher, got her on the porch and started to
wheel her in. She yelled, "Hold it, guys! You can't get this
thing in the door! Just help me stand up and I'll walk in."
She made it to the bed, kind of wobbly, but she made it with
tubes in her nose and one of the medics carrying a bottle of
oxygen. We got her in bed, I thanked them and they left.
About ten minutes later, the Home Health man drove up with
air compressor hoses and a gallon of purified water to add
moisture to the oxygen. Because there wasn't too much room
left in the front room, we decided to put the compressor
under the table in the kitchen and run the hoses overhead to
May's bed. That worked just fine.
Home Health had a nurse come three times a week to give her
a bath, change her clothes and the bed. There was another
check out her vital
signs four times a week.
To be Continued