Tuesday, December 27, 2005
After Christmas, our friends April and Paul came to visit us in Waikiki. It had been a couple of years (probably more) since we saw them last. I was bummed that I had to work and miss out on really getting with them. Work . . . ah yes, that necessary chore if I'm to live with a modicum of quality in my life.
Well, at least I got to go to the Royal Hawaiian and Moana with them. I don't like missing out!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
The Secret Santa gifts are piling up in the box that we're taking with us to the hotel. Hope no one recognizes my handwriting. The recipient of the gift is not supposed to know who got it for them. With my twisted mind, the kind of gift I give will probably be recognizable and heads will turn my way when they pull Santa's finger . . . I must remember to put on my poker face and play ignorant.
Well, the party was a total riot. The Santa gift was a great ice breaker for the crew. Jocelyn pulled Santa's finger and thought, "My, isn't that sweet, it's shimmying on the table." I had to make her pick him up and place his behind against her ear (the restaurant was noisey).
The finger was pulled again and "Pffffffffffftttt! . . . . HO! HO! HO! That's all you're getting for Christmas!!!" Well, Santa was the guest of honor. Neighboring tables even turned in our direction to see what all the fuss was about.
Gifts are fun, and in my advanced years, gift giving is more of a joy rather than getting gifts . . . yeah, right. I got a bottle of wine (Chianti) from Italy and a packet of macaroni and some basil tomato sauce. mmmmm. People must know I enjoy cooking.
Monday, December 19, 2005
I was impressed, but it was really too early.
Thanksgiving came and went and then it really kicked in with the baubles and lights hanging all over the place. The Moana Sheraton really looks good these days. They erected their beautiful trees (real ones!) and flocked them from top to bottom, lacing the branches with crystal balls and white lights. In the lobby, a mini snow scene (looks like Colorado, or something) with a train going from hamlet to hamlet and beyond the display, the Pacific ocean with partially nude swimmers basking in the sun.
Yup, it's good to be here . . . and own a place here too. Gawd, I love our town.
Friday, December 16, 2005
I picked a secret Santa giftee and I hope she likes a farting Santa. Should be a hoot.
Monday, December 12, 2005
He still looks like a kid, though in his early forties. He could easily pass for someone in their thirties. Must be all that running. He didn't stay long. The Honolulu Marathon demands a sound pair of lungs and running legs and staying at the Sand Bar can, I'm sure, be a hazard to your performance.
He's got about eight state marathons to compete in, from what he told us, before calling it quits. Running a family business certainly helps. The boy travels a lot!
Friday, December 09, 2005
Some of the Xmas trinkets are out, with some cards from friends and family on the cocktail table, but no real decorations to speak of. Dwane and I decided to keep it simple and forgo the tree. Oh well, my back is getting weaker so I don't miss a tree all that much.
The Honolulu Marathon is coming soon. It's a big thing on the island. Our friend, Kamika, will be running again and we hope to see him for a bit. Maybe tomorrow. Depends on his plans while he's in town.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Working overtime tends to dampen the Yule feeling with me, but hey, the money should be good. My last paycheck was impressive what with all that OT I made. Should make Tom happy. More money, more presents for Tom!
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I love the program, actually. The instructor is from India, a young man, and quite knowledgeable on the product. In spite of his thick accent, I managed to glean a lot out of him. He left me his email so I can keep in touch with him should I have any questions.
At the end of the day, I feel saturated with information from the class. Little time to assimilate very much.
It ends this Friday. After which, I'll celebrate with a little drink at the Sand Bar. Wonder if Freddy is bartending? Maybe I should take him some Thanksgiving leftovers?
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Work. It never ends, even in beautiful Hawai`i Nei.
Now, if I could just find that small container where I stashed that last slice of dark meat . . . there you are. Come to Papa!
Friday, November 25, 2005
Oh well, as long as there's some leftover cranberry sauce . . . and don't forget the small slice of pumpkin pie . . . that should make the leftover turkey taste just fine.
Ah yes, there's that little bit of mashed potatoes. Can't have leftovers without the mashed potatoes!
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Clouds cleared for today, the previous days' of rain a memory and with that in mind, I was a whirlwind as I prepared the condo for the getogether today. Kasper was a big help, chasing the Hoover as I cleaned the wet vacced the floor, both lanai and inside. I didn't want anyone to have dirty feet from my tile floors. The dirt sux in Waikiki. One day of cleaning and you have to do it all over again a day later.
Potatoes were peeled and cooked, the turkey was packed with Tom's marvelous rice and Italian sausage mixture, draped in bacon and coated with butter. Damn the cholesterol! I wanted my triglycerides! Yeah baby! The bird went in at 11:30am.
By 2:00pm, Dwane and I waited for the family to arrive. Valerie, Doris and Brenne arrived first, bringing two pumpkin pies and a still hot dish of bread stuffing. Valerie had me try a taste. If my stomach had arms, it would have reached out for more! Very good.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Coming home from work in Honolulu, I found a bunch of people milling around the neighborhood. I thought nothing of it until a lady who lived in the next building mentioned that the power was out all over the place. She gave me no specifics at the time. I hoped it was only her building and not ours. Boy, was I wrong.
It happened around 10:30 A.M. while I was at work. Some telephone lines (all termite eaten) gave way, crushing a car, or so I'm told, and kaboom, no power.
Save the Thanksgiving goodies! Luckily, Valerie's power came up at noon that day. Her fridge worked and so she helped Dwane and I to salvage some of our groceries.
Sucks to be us.
Friday, November 18, 2005
The Sand Bar won't be the same without yuh, buddy!
Friday, November 04, 2005
Jimmy graduated from Radford back in 1962, about the time I was still attending Aliamanu Intermediate. Now he works in HMSA, like me, and I have to admit that when I first saw Jimmy, I wondered why he looked familiar. Let's face it, the island population was not that dense back then.
For us, saying it's a small world is a truism.
Yes, it's that time to start remembering about the good old days . . . dontcha just hate that?
I came across some great shots from the internet regarding my high school days at Radford High School. Most of the photos were before my time, but some were definitely from my time and so good to see.
One individual of note became famous after leaving the island. She doesn't remember me, and rightly so, I was just a teeny part of her experience. I'm glad she did so well and IS doing well.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I had to post these. Athena held a Halloween bash at the Sand Bar and I missed it. She looks hot hot hot hot! Hotter than Miss Kitty on Gunsmoke!
The Sand Bar is a fun place with good people and lots of laughs. You can actually sit and have conversations at the Sand Bar and not deal with disco speakers.
Thanks for the photo, Dwane.
Thanks, Athena, for the sexy pose!
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
When Grundy leaves the island for long periods of time, the neighborhood watering hole is just not the same. The kids love him. Dwane and I treasure him.
His wit and savy are flames to moths like me. His stories are priceless and his poetry is riveting.
"One One was a race horse and One Two was one too, when One One won one, One Two won one too!"
He's going to leave us briefly again for the mainland. Sure wish he lived here instead, but hey, he's got a life!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
It's Not Even Thanksgiving Yet and already we are already scrambling to choose which restaurant to hold our “Employee Appreciation Luncheon”. I don’t care what the policy . . . I still like calling it a Christmas party. Merry making is what it’s all about during the Christmas holidays. I have to admit, sometimes I get into the “politically correct” mode, but with Christmas? Come on. Get a grip. Christmas is a real, established holiday. It isn’t like a typical Hallmark holiday now is it? I mean, Grandmother’s Day? Pfffft. Puh-leez!
Okay, I'll behave . . . getting off track. Anyway, we've come down to just three places to choose from. My original choice didn't come up. I guess most people don't care for Mexican food as a "Christmas" meal . . . hmfph. I settled for Hanaki's, a small restaurant in Manoa that is, I've heard, like Todai's in Waikiki, and the selection is pretty good. I'm game for a new venue. For such a small island, we have a ton of Asian cuisine of which I was raised on.
Today is the last day to choose. Keeping my fingers crossed for Hanaki's.
Monday, October 31, 2005
When the sun goes down tonight, make sure you have those sweet morsels ready for those hobgoblins and ghouls that make their way to your door. If you're lucky, they won't spray paint your front door, or worse yet, toilet paper your house.
Dwane and I will be lucky this year. We're on the eighth floor so we can just look down on the streets as people stroll by in their ghoulish threads.
Tonight, if Brennen is up to it, we'll stroll down Kalakaua Blvd. to see the revelers. Hopefully, there won't be any rain like most Halloweens we've had in the past. Sad to see a witch soaked to the gills. Runny makeup, yikes!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
He's almost smug in this picture, nonchalant perhaps, but in reality, he's just resting. He's a terrier mix with a little dalmation and who knows what else.
For the most part, Kasper is really mellow, lounging around the condo, napping most of the day. His only true exercise is when Brennen or Valerie take him out for his constitutional. I adore this pooch! He's affectionate and demands only that you pay attention to him. He hates being left alone.
He's not a permanent fixture around the house. One day, he'll leave when Valerie gets an apartment that accepts pets. I'm not looking forward to that day. Nope. Not at all.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
October is nearly over and birthdays are done, at least until November when Brennen's special day comes around. We celebrated Valerie's birthday at Hy's Steakhouse on Kuhio Ave. Dwane had us cut up by showing kissey faces. Man, look at those lips. Where were Valerie's???
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The Aloha Week Festival is very popular amongs locals on the island of O`ahu, mainly because we like to have parades and watch the flowered floats pass us by.
Since the day I was first sentient, I've enjoyed such occassions. When Grandma and Grandpa Burleson came to visit us back in the 1960's, we brought them there and enjoyed the Pahu riders in their resplendant robes and crowns of colourful flowers.
This year, we only caught the last half of the parade and managed to catch a nice glimpse of beauties . . . the floats were great too.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
We had to celebrate Valerie's and Brennen's new place. Tom came over with some bottles of champagne. Dwane had to bring the starry-eyed shades so we could show that we are a generally fun loving group.
Is this where Thanksgiving will be held. We shall see. I'm banking on the holiday being at our place. There, we'll have paper plates to dine on (no need to wash dishes, yuh know?)
There's always Xmas.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
We were so excited when we heard that Valerie got her a place in Waikiki! The move was enormous. I mean, look at that widescreen TV! She and Brennen will have fun watching CSI on that one.
That she found a two-bedroom unit, and so close to us, was miraculous. Most units in our area go for well over two grand.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I got to see the cake before it was put together at Debbie's house where Debbie meticulously applied the icing in a basket weave pattern.
The patience she must have exercised! You know, Sis, now that it's together like this, doesn't it remind you of those French hats women used to wear back in the 20th century, about 1965? Just kidding!!!!
People raved about the cake. I missed a piece of it because I had to leave the reception.
I don't know why a black and white photo of Cori and her bridesmaids caught my eye, but it did. The colors were beautiful and fit perfectly into my memory, but seeing it in B&W was equally captivating.
Corilee posed amid the tropical foliage near the gate with Brienne on her right and Jessie on her left. I forget the two girls on the far ends. They couldn't stop laughing and giggling. Corilee was in 7th heaven!
Monday, October 03, 2005
I worked this Saturday, a rarity for me, and put in only three hours. It cuts into one's day. Oh, I know, I could put in more time, and there are many people who chalk in a lot of OT, but for me, I cherish my times off! I'm spoiled that way.
I've procrastinated so much on projects on my plate. I'm so behind. I promised my cousin to do a family logo for a reunion and I'm only in the sketching stage. She'll be sorely disappointed, I know and I feel bad about that. My artistic skills haven't been used in many years. I hope I can still draw a perfect circle. So far, it's just obliques and ovals. Ych.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
marry, or have children, it touches me . . . no . . . really! Sounds mushy, yeah?
When Corilee married Kory, whom I had the pleasure of meeting only once, I was bound and determined to attend their union. This is Corilee's second bond and Kory's first, I think. I attended Corilee's first marriage ceremony (in my back yard).
This second one, to Kory, I believe is the one! The way they play, the way they look into each other's eyes, the way they just sit on a couch, you can tell they really have something special. I pray they never forget this. Corilee's a lot more mature as is Kory and they thought long and hard on this decision of theirs.
I met Kory's family at the wedding/reception at Paradise Cove. What a loving family! Kory has good familial roots with a long history on the island, and from what I've witnessed of Kory's family, they LIVE life, and not just give it lip service.
Much aloha, you two. You deserve the best!
Friday, September 23, 2005
I'll be meeting Brennen after school to walk him home soon and I do look forward to meeting him everyday. We have a lot of chats as we walk across the Ala Wai bridge, then the McCully bridge. We enjoy the trip along the canal. You never know who you might bump into, or what you might find floating in the canal . . . rubbish? A shopping cart? Maybe a discarded washing machine. Where do these people come from who like dumping in such a beautiful canal that has a lot of potential for being a scenic spot?
B will be spending the weekend with us tonight. I wonder what wonders he has in store for us?
Valerie is getting over the "pink eye" she contracted earlier in the week. It's like mascara gone bad. Not the right shade, if you get my drift.
Dwane's doing much better these days since the hip thing. He's getting around a lot now with the use of his walker. Soon, he'll graduate to a cane (with training wheels of course). We can get rid of the wheelchair soon, I would imagine. Still no cartwheels forcasted on the horizon, but that he can actually answer nature's call is a marvel of improvement.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
We had four heading our way. Sure opened a lot of people's eyes, in light of Katrina and Rita, when Hawaii faced a possible disaster with J, K, L and M. Why spell out their names?
We did a quick assessment of our supplies and felt secure enough not to panic. Being on the eighth floor helps ease the mind. We've been through enough of these things to know enough to keep supplies handy for any unforseen emergency. Still . . . you never can tell, really. Always a possibility of missing "something".
With the hurricanes diminishing into tropical storms, and going towards the open seas, we can sleep nights.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Instead, we lunched here and there. Dwane chose some spots, one called Niko's comes to mind. Instead of it being a "sit-down" restaurant, like we had thought, we bellied up to a counter and made our order. Simply put, it was just a take out joint. The burgers were sumptuous!!! The fries were okay. The clientele left one to wonder if there was a nut house nearby though. Yikes! Poor Patrick. He was the most disappointed. Us guys need to really take him out for a good dinner. He deserves it.
The best times were, of course, spent at the Moana Sheraton where we sat at our favorite table edged on the seashore where we could see the sunsets. THAT is living! I had iced teas most of the time (free refills and lots of Splenda) and the company. We got to meet Brian and Julie at the Moana and thoroughly enjoyed their company. They are really good people. I look forward to seeing them, whether at the Sand Bar, or at the Moana.
Brian went surfing with Julie's brother . . . I forget his name . . . and Valerie and Brennen were there too, enjoying the water. Really a family outing. Miss those outings. Never enough of them.
Hopefully, Debbie will come up with some pictures of Corilee's and Kory's wedding pictures. That was some breathtaking wedding. Corilee is so grown up and looks so beautiful. She truly made a stunning bride. Kory was dashing in his tux. You could see the love in their eyes (Gawd, I'm getting weepy) as they gave each other their vows.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wow . . . I just remembered that today would have been Dad’s 79th birthday. He passed away back in 1999, in May, while in Wahiawa General Hospital recovering from a mild heart attack due to his prostate cancer and a mess of other ailments typical of his age group. Little did we know he would be wanting to head for the bathroom on his own and dropping dead.
It took weeks before we could bury him. Family flew in from all over the country to say their farewells. I gave a very brief eulogy while the other speakers spoke like preachers. Later that night, after the funeral, I took some of the flowers I removed from his grave and went to the end of the jetty in Waikiki and laid them in the ocean to say a final aloha. I didn’t shed any tears that night. I just felt Pop was okay. I felt okay that night. Peaceful.
So, today, I remember Pop, and I still feel okay.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Soon, the rains will come in force, but not before the real heat that usually comes around September. A couple of weeks without the tradewinds will see to that. We're already conditioning ourselves for the coming heat. After that, the cool winds, then the cold. It can get down to 70 degrees! Think of it!
It won't be like Denver, though, huh Brennen?
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Got some sad news on his third day, yesterday. When he went into one of his classes, a course in Japanese, the kids turned in his direction and quipped, "Hey, look, a Haole kid!"
Generally, this doesn't bother me. Being an islander myself, I'd heard it all. For Brennen, however, this was something new and quite foreign to him. It hurt his feelings and I couldn't help but feel for him. I had similar treatment when I moved to the continental USA.
I felt the anger, but I kept it to myself. No kid should have to hear something like that, no matter what their ethnicity. I guess we can thank adults for perpetuating this kind of stupidity.
Being Haole is no big deal, really. It's a fact of life. We are all different. Haole means "foreigner", and for some of the purists, was the name of an ancient, almost forgotten god who happened to be white (mind you, there are disagreements on this particular bit of knowledge), remember Captain Cook? and does not mean Caucasian. I mean, if you have to get literal. The old ones used the term Kanaka Palani for the concurrent term Haole. The young are somewhat limited in their history and knowledge of the language. You have to forgive them for that. I had to take a few mental steps back to forgive these waifs. I was just as guilty when that age.
Hawaii has its prejudices, all a result of its turbulent history. Being overtaken by a small group of plantation owners and business men in power made for some bad blood in those days. Too bad the later generations can't get over that. What's done is done. I wonder if it will ever be resolved. For now, I don't see it.
In the meantime, Brennen will have to toughen up. These ignorant kids will pass away, but if Brennen perseveres, he'll be just fine. Other kids like Brennen have done well. I see no reason Brennen can't do the same.
Monday, July 25, 2005
The waters off the Moana Sheraton is warm, like bath water. Very comfortable and tends to make me groggy after playing in it for a couple of hours. We swam for what seemed like a moment when we saw Dwane signalling for us to return to shore. Hated to come out, but dinner was awaiting and I need my food, fat guy or not.
Swimming till just after sunset is so relaxing, there is nothing that can compare. Though surrounded by other bathers catching a wave to body surf, Brennen and I had the time of our lives. He's opened up to me a lot and we talked about things that I thought he'd never confide to me. Dare I mention his thoughts on line? Nah, too soon.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
. . . if you take care of it. I opted to find Brennen and Valerie a lei that would last more than just a few days, getting them Hawaii seed leis, complete with Kuikui nuts and seeds of all kinds. Rather attractive, if I do say so myself. The price was right, though it set me back a couple of twenties . . . okay, just $6 a lei. Still, they look pretty good. Brennen sure liked it.
Thank goodness the ancient custom of lei giving is still around in Hawaii. Most people think they are used only for greetings, birthdays, or for being a good employee. For me, giving a lei is a grand gesture. Flowers are nice, but giving leis that last are most important to me. Whenever someone sees a lei I’ve given them, they’ll remember me and why I gave it to them. Making a lei is even more special.
My cousin, Paul Auditor, Jr. (better known as Junior to the Ohana) has a talent of making feather leis like the old Alii used to wear. They are comparable to the ancient feather leis and are extremely beautiful. I wonder if he still makes them? I know they involved a lot of work and concentration. I still marvel at how easy he seemed to make it, yet I know it wasn’t.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Brennen finally made a touchdown last night in Honolulu, his new home. His flight was almost an hour late in taking off, but made good time when he arrived. Poor kid was exhausted. I’ll be seeing him tonight with Valerie. Keith will be dropping by the condo to wish him an aloha.
Ohhhh! I need to buy some leis. Can’t be official without one!
Friday, July 15, 2005
After all the hoohah, his father decided to release him to come over to the island. It's about tahm! Dang.
Hope he doesn't feel we are mad at him for what he did. No excuse for what he did, but I can't blame him. Though I'm 54 going on 55, I remember what 12 years old was like.
Growing up with limbs going in every which direction.
Finding that people just aren't interested in what a 12 year old has to say, yet feeling like you've got a lot to say.
Wanting your own space and getting people in your face.
Wants and needs, needs and wants and not knowing how you're going to handle it all.
Wondering if both your nuts will come out their sockets so that you'll feel in balance . . .
Mmm, mmm. Sucks being a kid/boy/man.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
What a world. Had some great news. Don't have to pay for a notary public at work. Now I can get some much needed papers taken care of, like getting Valerie's Proof of Residency and wills and stuff like that. NPs cost about $15 to $20 a crack. Nice.
Found out about why B threw river rocks into the school's windows. He wanted to get to Hawaii faster and figured that if he acted bad enough, his Daddy would let him go faster. Well, if you have to have a reason . . .
I much prefer patience, especially if the wheels are already turning in that direction. Oh Gawd, I used a cliche. Forgive me.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Did casting river rocks into the glass windows help any? Anything improve? Worse? Is it really any surprise that it only messed things up just a teeny-weeny bit? Perhaps a little forethought before casting stones just because someone said something that hurt your feelings.
You can’t please everyone. Not all people will love you, or even like you. That is an unfortunate lesson every human being learns at one point of their life.
Some people don’t make it. Some just give up. Don’t give up, B. Don’t give up. Your list of people who really love you and care for you are too numerous to have to worry about the ones who don’t care about you. For what it’s worth, B, you’re number one in my book.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Once he gets used to a helper, he gets comfortable. Change on him and it riles him. Can't blame him. I like constancey myself. I work hard for my "comfort zones!" I figure I earned it.
People from the Life Springs ( a new age group) would chide people who enjoy their comfort zones. Hah! Like they don't do the same thing! Twits.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Summer is in full swing on O`ahu island. The air is warm and the skies are blue, touched with puffy white clouds. You can't ask for better here. With Valerie here, I'm looking forward to a really great summer. Brennen is the only one missing, but he'll be here in August in time to catch some good beach time, then school (Which school, we shall see. We think Washington Middle School, now that's a Hawaiian school for yuh).
Monday, June 27, 2005
After so many years of being just Dwane, myself and Tom, it's refreshing to have Valerie with us now. People at the Sand Bar really like Valerie and though Brennen isn't with us yet, some remember Brennen and ask about him . . . "when is he coming over?"
I got to talk with Brennen, though briefly. Kind of difficult being at work. I called him during my break, but had to leave a voicemail for him.
What a guy! Gonna be disappointed that he won't be with us this Xmas. At least there's Thanksgiving.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Well, with Dwane home from the hospital and Valerie finally here, it's a relief off my shoulders. Valerie is eager to help in caring for Dwane, and why not? She adores the man. Daddy's girl, and all that.
I showed her the ropes in giving Dwane the Vancomycin drip. She's very familiar with giving shots and things medical, so she made no mistakes. None at all, though she felt she missed something.
Since the 15th, Dwane's been recuping at home. The therapists were not able to come up to the condo because of the fortress we live in. You need a fob to pass over the electric eye to unlock the door, and to use for the elevator. We couldn't figure out how to resolve it until we saw a young surfer going to one of those lock boxes realtor's use to show a place.
"I coulda' had a V-8!" It was like that. Lights on! Well, it's too late to get a lock box, and with Valerie here, she will be with Dwane while I'm at work. She can let the therapists into the building now. WHEW! Now, maybe Dwane can get down and funky and exercise till he walks!!!
I'll be here if you need me, people:
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Oh! Valerie is on her way here on a Hawaiian Airlines flight. Dwane and I can't be any more excited!!!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Tomorrow, she will be arriving here in Honolulu! My Gawd! I can't believe how time flew by since her announcement that she and Brennen were going to move here!
Tomorrow will also be busy for Dwane and I. We go back to see Dr. Pien for a follow-up regarding Dwane's staph. Hope the news is good.
Dwane's home rehab exercises have suffered of late. We suddenly discovered (duh) a way to have the rehab therapist come up to the condo. Have a combination lock box, you know, the kind that real estate agents use when showing a piece of property with a key inside to open the house? Well, we could have done that! I can't believe we missed that! Dwane could have been exercising all this time! Maybe next time . . . what am I saying????
Friday, June 17, 2005
In fact, he hates being a patient. Shit, I hate him being a patient!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
On June 15th, Tom met us at the rehab hospital after we finally got the wheelchair problem solved and the walker. The prescriptions for the medications was touch and go, but we finally got that straightened out.
Joanne, the RN, escorted us to the front of the hospital where we waited for Tom to come and pick us up.
After picking up Dwane's prescriptions at Straub, we went home where I set up Dwane in bed so he could relax. He seldom got a full eight hours sleep at Straub and at Rehab Hospital of the Pacific. Nurses and aides kept disturbing him to take either blood, give him pills, or serve him a meal. Poor guy.
Later that afternoon, Sandy, from Hawaii Home Care, came over and took care of the paperwork while we administered his IV drip of antibiotics for his staph infection. It should clear up by July 9th (we hope), then we won't have to worry about the IV anymore, and, perhaps, the Bactrim tablets.
Monday, June 13, 2005
I promised him I'd drop by at 2pm yesterday and didn't show up until about 2:45pm. He looked ragged out and worried. I could go through all the details, but it would only wear me out (hahaha) again. He's eager to get out!
A spin down the hall to the first floor courtyard and some good conversation did him a lot of good. It sure beat the heck out of sitting in the room. Hawaii days are the best medicine.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Dwane said that the doctors and staff told him he'll be leaving the rehabilitation hospital next week Wednesday. WOOHOO!!! I'll be taking over administering his medication for the staph infection, which is really diminished. The treatment has to go on for another four weeks, though, just to make sure it's entirely massacred! Yeah, get 'em good!
Taking training sessions here and there help. The nurses are really good about showing me how to take care of his PICC line. SASH (saline, antibiotic, saline and heperine). Donna, RN, told me about that one the other night.
More of the same tonight.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
It was a pleasant surprise seeing Scott. It was his second visit AND he finally got to see Tom who was there visitng Dwane. Dwane looks forward to the visits. He gets extremely bored lying there on the bed. I have to say, thought, he's getting more and more feisty. The therapists are doing a bang up job getting him to walk and maneuver about. Before you know it, he may just walk out of that hospital room. There's still the question of a rehab facility, though.
Visiting Dwane today was a long visit, but I don't mind. It was good to see him doing better than yesterday. Even his left thigh was not at inflammed as yesterday, still warm to the touch, but not burning. The anti-biotics must be doing him some good, hmmm?
He's a lot more feisty. THAT is a good sign. hahaha.