Heritage Park Hall of Sunshine

 Part 1 of Dump The Drafts, continued from yesterdays post.

Heritage Park Rehab was next door to Blake Hospital and both less than 2 miles from home. I walked next door and ask for a tour, And was shown the bed and it looked so cozy. I decided for convenience to choose this home. 

The half room we were in was so tiny, I i had to put my chair where his tray is, shove the in the corner. After hour of sitting there, I escaped to The Sunny and oh so beautiful, Atrium Hall, which is how the Tour Started, from the front desk and down this hall to the cozy bed. 

The Tour was a carefully orchestrated LIE!

Each day while bob was in therapy gym, I sat with my feet up and enjoyed the view, making notes in a notebook of the HORRORS of this rehab home and writing down names and dates of the neglect i saw there over 20 days. I stayed long hours because they knew I was watching. It was the hours from 11 to 7, the dark nights were made darker by the neglect of the night aids.

I was thankful for this hall and for the many sweet patients I met and made friends with. The hall was full of them, dosing in the sun. For Privacy sake, there are no photos.

I made several good friends, 4 of them that I actually miss our talks.

Dorothy, across the hall from Bob's room was my 2nd escape and she gave me so much information on how and what and when to do things, she was a Wikipedia of info on Medical Needs and where to get them. Her husband died 2  years ago from cancer and was in a hospital bed at home for 6 months and then she got cancer and was in the same bed for 6 months. Her visit to this home was a fall that sprained her shoulder, and hip, and she was in rehab for a few weeks until the arm healed.

The list is long of the things she taught me, and for her I will be forever grateful. She was a God-Send, a shoulder to cry on and a wealth of info and love. We bonded quickly, she was the same age as I am.

The view at the end of my feet was beautiful.

Blake Hospital Hall

 

The rest of this week, is Dump My Drafts Week. Since the day Bob broke his ankle, I have taken photos each day and then a few at a time put the photos in a post and there that have been sitting for days, weeks and even a month.

These have been in drafts for over 2 months

For MY Escape from our half of the room at Blake Hospital, July 12th, 2025 

I was a short walk through the orthopedic unit and a left turn through Double Doors and

Stop and be thankful for a warm sunny hall, because the room was set on 69 degrees and the hall was 10 degrees warmer when the sun was shining. A place I could take a break and pray and talk to strangers, talk on my cell phone, read texts/emails 

the windows are perfect height for leaning or sitting.

and be thankful I could walk that hall many times over 4 days. the photos on the wall are the history of the hospital. The long halls on each floor connect the Old Hospital to the New Building.

Underneath Bobs room, was the hall entrance to the hospital, turn left to the new and right to the old.

the windows framed our beautiful skies and palms over the parking lot and I could sit on the window sill and stare at the view or read the history, which I did.

Bob was discharged 2 days after I took these, to the place of his incarceration in the rehab home

the sunny hall in that home is next... to be continued...

Reflections of light

 

Continued from prior post, Living in Lamp Light

The first thing I noticed, were the colors reflected on the wall from the lamp. I could see the sparkles of the small led tree in the picture of Jake.

 I saw CNN news reflected on from the 65 inch TV on Jake's other photo

I could see the table lamp reflected in the rose on the opposite wall by the TV. 

I ran hither and yon, sitting the lamp next to favorite statue, 

gave me much to reflect on

The first photo, I thought OH NO.. their is Dust I missed in my quick swipes 

I took 4 photos and sat down to enjoy the view, which caused me to reflect on how this statue came to live under the TV, 30 years ago. 

My son Dan and his wife Michelle had already purchased my Christmas gift, and as they strolled the flea market on a Saturday, Michelle saw the Mary and Joseph on the donkey and said she could not resist it.. I lives year round where I can see it, not packed away until December.

I moved the statue around to create darkness on one side, in photos Light is Everything. The baby on this donkey is the Light that allows me to see Bob with the eyes of the Good Samaritan. 

I can tell you I pray every day of my life now, that God will help me to see Bob with His Eyes and to remember that what I do or say to Bob is the same as saying it to Jesus. What would Jesus do? What would Jesus say. Yes, I get angry, he says a lot of mean things, but God is helping me to SEE Bob more each day through HIS eyes.

Last night, while watching AGT finale, suddenly Bob screamed my name,

SANDRAAAAAA look, look, there is an alligator in the yard, the dog is over there, look the dog is over there. I stood and touched him, and said I see the gator, he will be one in a few seconds, Beau is fine, he is right here, look at him. Ok, its fine the gator is gone and he went back to sleep.

I sat watching AGT alone, with tears running down my face.

 

I had a beautiful photo with out the dust, but deleted the wrong one and sadly deleted the cell trash. Its Ok, I am sure there will be another one taken soon

Living in Lamp Light

 continued from prior post Living by the light, by the light of my cute little lamps

Before I served Bob his favorite breakfast for NOW (it changes once a week) of Grits Egg and Cheese, cooked in one bowl, served with 2 white bread only toast, buttered heavy, I madly snapped the cozy look of our living room/kitchen which is now where we spend our life.

I flitted here,

I flitted there,

I move those lamps,

to each space the counter could spare.

They lamps are cordless and light,

easy to move and oh so bright

Dim them down, brighten them up,

move them to the table where breakfast we sup.

While dashing here and there, snapping like mad,

I noticed there were more photos to be had.

If you want to guess what thhat something is,

the clue to reflect on is this.

reflections of light... to be continued

By the light, by the light of my cute little lamps

 

Gold bathroom, shade looks black, living room, shade looks gray

I received Amazon Gift cards for my Birthday and since my kitchen fluorescent ceiling light HUMS LOUDLY since Son Dan put the new bulbs in, I chose to light my kitchen, Lamps. Rechargeable Led and easily moved anywhere I need them.

Each is in 3 sections, from 8, to 12 to 20 inches tall. Above is the 8 inches.

 The lamp and shade is white.

Three light modes, warm, cool, daylight, and each one changes the color of the shade, and also the shade changes colors according to where I sit them.

I sit one on the table while we eat breakfast, and we watch our reflections in the sliding glass doors

We are hanging OUT/on by the light of my bright little lamps.

these are photos of the reflection of Bob in the glass.

to be continued ....

Update on Bob with a little Procreate Madness

 

I saw cute whale in a tutorial that I did not watch, just got the Whale shape and went wild..

UPDATE ON BOB

Last visit to Orthopedist on fractured ankle, unless he has a problem on Monday

Tuesday Apt. with PA at Neurologist Office. PA offered med for hallucinations, Bob refused. Infusions approved, no idea when, he is happy with that, but I have reservations and wonder why they spend thousands on his walking, when he is on a fast downhill dementia ride. I did research Bowel incontinence in CIDP

and it is a possibility. I have prayed over these decisions and as long as Bob is making his decisions, I go with the flow. I do wonder if the fact infusions pour money into their business, yes medicine has become a business, and there is no money in treating dementia other than a visit now and then.

Any one of you thinking, I might be descended from 

Michelangelo?

Explanation for THESE is Procreate did an Update and gave me dozens of new paint brushes. The back ground above is a new brush and below is 2 new brushes

Just for Playtime

I did first two and was able to draw. After the last 10 days of dementia, I can no longer draw. Waiting for Mojo to come back. Will play with brushes until it does.

Bob Update 9/21/2025

 

The past 4 days have been like hanging by a thread over a tornado below me. 

No Bob's fall 5 days ago did not do permanent injury

His back still hurts, he has been flat of his back in bed for days, and had to be forced to move, by caregiver and PT, OT, RN etc. the worst part is his dementia escalated and this means I de-escalated, mine went with his.

I know what you are thinking. Then how did you do this post. Its because Sunday we have no visitors, and I have been awake since 1 am listening to him talk out of his head, sitting on sofa where he can SEE me, because he panics if I am out of sight.

Things are NOT Good, I am Not Good, he is Not Good. Beau is not Good.

Each day Beau and I have our Alone Time on our daily walk.

God's blessings were with us as we walked in Cool Temps, 74 blessed degrees with a heavy breeze from our beaches.

A stunning view of a hawk that was at least 20 inches tall, sitting on the wire watching for his breakfast

photo from 

https://pictureinsect.com/wiki/Romalea_microptera.html

 and at our feet we found the Eastern Lubber Grasshopper that research showed us a large, up to 4 inches and this one was that long, that is a flightless, munching  pest to all plants and is also toxic. The thing is just seeing her was a treat, so brightly colored. And as we round the corner into our yard coming home, God's Gift was  there to walk through.

I could not get a photo, with Beau on leash and cars both directions, we could only view the sight of the giant orange sun, sitting directly in the middle of our street on the horizon, as it spilled golden flood of light down the entire street in front of us. I took Beau inside and came back up but nothing left for my phone to take.

I took and old photo of our yard and added the sea of gold that we saw.

Thank  you Lord for the safe and beautiful walk and for my brain to work long enough to do this post. We are not back yet, soon I hope. We visit the Orthapedic Doctor tomorrow for the final check up of his fractured ankle and hope and pray there is no fracture from the fall that we don't know about.

Flood of gold by MadSnapper using old photo in procreate

The Good, the Bad and The ugly (Bob Update)

 

GOOD: the old sofa has gone to he dump, 

 the shoe, and bones that were revealed went off to the dump too

 

GOODER ... Sunday, Sept 14, My Daddy  got off the hospital bed, into the wheelchair, rolled himself out the sliding glass door onto the deck, transferred into the shower chair and got his first shower since he came home from rehab to hospital bed. Sponge baths and leave in shampoo for 7 weeks.

I followed them outside to watch Mama play Stature of Liberty holding the hose up like a shower and Daddy, gleefully shampooing and bathing. I pointed my nose to the door and Mama let me in. When Mama pushed daddy back into the house, Just To See if she Could, as they rolled into the living room they both started to laugh.

The BAD: Can you guess Why?

Mama calls me The good dog Gone Bad.
Ha hahahaha I had the front row seat to the view out the front window while they were outside.

Our life is a roller coaster, ups and downs and all around. On Monday, Sept 15
came The Ugly.

Daddy's Dementia is getting worse. Mama leaves the walker and the wheel chair parked against the wall, so daddy can't decide to walk. You see in his mind he Can Walk. To get from bed to sofa, he stands with a walker, carefully turns and down on the sofa. 2 steps, weak steps. Mama left the walker where it was and  was sitting on my love-seat 5 feet away, Daddy was on the sofa and suddenly he stood up, grabbed the walker and started to walk fast to end of bed, made the turn and Mama was shouting Bob STOP STAND STILL. Wait on me! while she struggled to get out from under her laptop and out of my love-seat.

She was too late and he crashed over backwards like a tree, down on his lower spine, and on his right arm. The right arm hit the wheel chair and now he has a five inch place under his arm near the arm pit that has no skin.

Due to blood thinners, he bled and bled and there was a lot to clean up.

Mama had to bandage the wound, and was so afraid he broke a bone.

Angel the PT was scheduled for a visit and when he came, and heard this story, he did all kinds of test. 

Stand up tall, hold on to the walker for 1 minute

get up and down 4 times off bed, put him through all kinds of test, because Mama said she was afraid he was lying about no pain because he is afraid of going to the hospital now. 

Angel said I think if he had pain and anything was broken, he would 

not be able to hide it. His vitals were good.

Mama is typing this at 4 in the morning, today and he has had a cup of coffee and went back to sleep. The nurse is coming this morning to check the wound and his vitals and give him a check up...

This could have been much uglier. Thank You Lord, it was not

Something to Giggle about

  I found a way to eat oatmeal. A way other than in a bowl. Homemade granola.. 

I melt all-natural peanut butter in the microwave, 2 TBS of peanut butter for 35 seconds, stir 2 spoons pure maple syrup in it, mix it with 1/2 cup of oats and Ready, Set Go! I put in on aluminum foil and BROIL it in my toaster oven. Homemade Granola... 

For my evening meal, I make a mango, peanut butter powder, rice protein powder, 2 drop of coconut oil and a cup of Vanilla Soy Milk. It is the consistency of soft ice cream, and I top it with homemade granola.  

Searching the blog with the word OATMEAL found Something to Giggle about and Giggle I did! 

I FOUND TEN POSTS ON OATMEAL AND THE LAST ONE WAS ONLY 3 MONTHS AGO, MARCH 28TH

ALSO NOTE: the photo at the top, is Not Granola, but the cookies I talked about on a past post. 

OH, MY WORD!!! the label Oatmeal . gives all 10 posts, and several pictures of granola if you don't know what granola looks like. 

YOUR MISSION, should you choose to accept it, is Browse YOUR blog and see how many times you have repeated yourself on the same subject, create a post, and let us read all about it. .

Try it Act Crazy follow the MAD Snapper down the crazy blog trail

You wanna know how crazy I am?

PS, it was worse than this. This is the Edited Version~~~~ ok, I should have deleted it.

 

  THIS POST HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE JULY 1ST, 2025