I have not been able to maintain the daily aspect of the blog in addressing daily developments around here. Nothing major really: I have managed to develop a case of tennis elbow and Gary has had a round of nauseau. The hospice nurse has been to the house three days this week and I had to call the night nurse yesterday.
Gary is free of pain, but he complains of being confused. He is growing weaker and his feet have begun to swell. We're trying to use oxygen more often, but he will take off the mask in his sleep. It is becoming more evident that the disease is winning despite Gary's continued valiant efforts.
He makes such an effort to visit, today with his mom, Scott, Terry, and cousin Sheryl Ann. Tomorrow we expect Sandra and RJ, Ryan and Brent, and Bob. I know Gary appreciates everyone.
Gratefully,
Robbi
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Glad you had a decent visit with everyone. Wish I could be there.
Here's a joke for Dad. I heard it tonight and don't want to forget it.
Two nuns are fishing off a pier but their not catching anything. A passing fisherman notices and says "Ya'll are using the wrong bait." HE brings them some fresh bait and sure enough they catch a big fish. The guy says "That's a big son of a bitch you got there."
The nuns are shocked at such language. The guy says "No, no, the fish, it's a son of a bitch fish."
The nuns take the fish home and show it to the mother superior, "Look at this big son of a bitch." They say. The mother superior is shocked at such language. The nuns say "No, no, the fish, it's a son of a bitch fish."
So the mother superior takes the fish and shows it to the priest. "Look at this son of a bitch." The priest is shocked at such language. The nuns say "No, no, the fish, it's a son of a bitch fish."
So the priest says, "That is a nice fish. Maybe we should serve it to the monsignor at dinner tomorrow."
The next day they're all sitting around the dinner table with the monsignor and the nuns say, "This son of a bitch had a lot of meat on it." And the Mother superior says, "Well it sure was a fine, tender son of a bitch." And the priest says, "I've never tasted a finer son of a bitch."
The monsignor puts down his knife and fork and pushes his plate away. He looks at the group and says, "I was beginning to think I wouldn't like you, but you @#%$^@! are alright."
Mom, maybe you ought to let Mark tell Dad, he knows what !*@&$* means.
Love you.
I guess I will have to ask Keith because I do not know what it means either, does that mean when I find out i will understand the joke? Anyway I hope it brings a big laugh to Gary!!!
Love to all
Karen
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