My Name is Earl
My grandma’s health is not much better. She has spurts of energy and clarity and then lapses right back into dementia. She became very health conscious around the time we met her. She had been a smoker for maybe 15 years of her life. By the time I met her she had quit and had begun the life of a health nut.- Sad to say that now in the end her lungs are so badly damaged that she can’t survive without an oxygen tank. She has developed an infection around her heart which was causing several episodes where they thought she was having a heart attack. The oxygen tank is something new-from the last week or so and is done to assist her breathing therefore keeping her alive. The thought is that once they take her off of the oxygen tank she will not survive much longer. They are keeping her on it so that people can say goodbye. Which is something I just can’t bring myself to do. I know I should and I know I may regret not doing it. But i just can’t. I don’t want to remember her the way she is now. it was like when Isamu died and I went to say goodbye to him. That was so hard. It took me a long time to remember him alive instead of the shell his body had become. If she lived here it would be different. Somehow. I don’t know.
Mick’s mom will be arriving tomorrow. She’ll be here for Saturday- Mick’s 40th birthday. Now I can REALLY call him ‘my old man’. Except I have more grey hair than he does and I’m MUCH younger. 
Mick and i have been doing South Beach diet for about 7 weeks now. We met our first goal (20 pounds) last week and went out to lunch to celebrate. I hadn’t really noticed a huge difference-since it’s been a slow steady process. Today when I was walking into the store I noticed that my underwear kept slipping down and my jeans were baggy in the buttocks. Pretty cool. I am really happy with this plan. I do much better without sugar in my diet. We are eating healthier now than we ever have.
Today I caught a glimpse of Karma-in my favor. I truly believe, like Earl, that what comes around, goes around. When people do bad things-they come back and bite them in the ass. Some people even lose their insurance in the process. HAW HAW (Nelson style)
and on that note I will sign out
T
Tiffany said,
September 20, 2006 @ 3:44 pm
YAY, for losing weight! Good job! I love that you don’t really notice until one day when your jeans don’t fit anymore. Now if only I could get down to the next size instead of being in between two where neither fit that great!
Kathy Sue said,
September 21, 2006 @ 6:11 am
I’m also wishing my congratulations on your weight loss, it’s a wonderful feeling to get in the next size smaller isn’t it? I just discovered that last week also. Here’s to all of us getting into smaller sizes. Also Tina, I can understand about not wanting to go, I know what I said before but it is also better to have a good memory of that person. That’s what I have of my Grandpa, mom’s dad, before he passed last year from Alzheimers. My prayers go out to you and your family.