Trading Places

Through my fight against cancer Barb has just been incredible at taking care of me. She's been my angel.

Over the weekend Barb developed a pretty nasty head cold. She's all sniffly. It's the first time Barb has ever gotten sick since I've known her. She just doesn't get sick.

Now it's my turn to take care of her. It's a welcome switch of roles. I'm very much in her debt. It's time for me to pay some of my dues.

If she doesn't start kicking this cold by Wednesday I'm taking her to the doctor.

My Mom has certainly become the caregiver to my Dad. He's doing pretty well and seems to be getting better and better. But he's impatient. He doesn't want to be at Spang Crest and desperately wants to go home.

To an extent I do understand. Actually I think I'd feel the exact same way. He's in an environment he's not used to, surrounded by people he does not know, eating food that is different to him. He wants to be back home where he is comfortable. That's what puts the "home" in the home.

In talking to my Mom everyday I'm always trying to figure out how he's doing at the essentials: eating; going to the bathroom; getting himself around.

The nurses at the facility have his bed, his wheelchair, and any furniture in his room fixed with alarms. If he tries to get up on his own the alarm sounds and nurses come running. They originally hooked up these alarms because they were afraid that he may fall.

Now, my Mom told me, the alarms are still in place primarily because my Dad has been trying to make a bee-line to the elevator.

"The elevator?" I asked. "Where does he think he's going to go?"

He tells the nurses that he's going home, my Mom said. He tells them that he's supposed to meet me out front because I'm taking him home.

Everyone wants him home too. Although we know he needs to continue to build his strength and continue to progress with his healing. He just needs to be a little patient, as difficult as that may be.

Please bear with me as I try to work with my second blog, which you can view by clicking on the link in the column at left. I'm finally digging into some of the code that drives this Google blog and trying to take advantage of some of the opportunites. There will be some trial and error.

I am running Google ads on my second blog which earn me a few nickels when someone clicks on the ads. I also have placed a Google search engine on the page which also can earn me a couple nickels here and there.

I'm certainly not going to become the richest guy in Marietta off any of this stuff. But I do find the evolving concepts driving the internet interesting, and those nickels can help pay for my many medical costs.

I do find it interesting that we're reaching a stage where everyone can be their own publisher. It's been something I've been predicting when the internet first evolved from the old local BBS (bulletin board systems) that originally brought people together through the computer.