"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 hour.


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 move.


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 nurse to
check out her vital signs four times a week.

 


To be Continued

 

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