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I like surprises…Well most surprises…Not the ones where you are caught with your pants down, or you come home and a lovely visitor is there…Someone you really would not like to see…and especially not spending some time with…But this not one of these times…this was what would fall into the good category….This day I received a call…a call I was not ready to received, but was glad it was made…You see, I started talking about Liver an Onion a few post back…and today I was notified that I was going to receive a new Liver…Well Liver was going to get a new liver…Since Doughnuts don’t have livers…Either way, that was the news and I was surprised…Now I felt we would be ready for such news but…hmm quickly realized that I wasn’t and Liver and Onion surely wasn’t…I thought he was (told me he was)…but when the decision was needed…he was really more hesitant than I thought he would be…Shit, if I needed new fillings to be here (pointing to injecting site)..I’m like “fill me up”…But I am different…so I’m told…So after discussing with Liver and Onion about the pros and cons, awaiting on another explanation from the doctor…and not listening to Onion’s reasoning for not doing it..Liver gave the ok…Now this is where the wave of thoughts flooded my brain…tsunami style…Am I ready for this? What do I suppose to do now? You want… who to go with us? I don’t have time for babysitting…please be grown up today.

 

After making arrangements for overnights for Onion, cause she couldn’t dare ask her onion seeds to let her stay at his home, making arrangement for the holes to stay with Mom…and the Sweet Tart joining me for support, we were off…the ride was quite different…two hours of silence, thought provoking conversation and enjoying NPR (National Public Radio)…Right?…Nope!…They talked, and discussed all types of things..some made me laugh, others made me wonder, but hey this could be Liver’s last day so I will not complain…

 

Then once we get there we receive another surprise, I hate these…the hurry up and wait surprise…Huh?  Why did you have me rush only to wait…don’t you understand that waiting is the worst part of anything…the anticipation, the unknown, the feeling of anger that builds while others go before you….”Will you hurry the fuck up already!!!” I’ve got things to do…Sheesh..He’s dying right here (big finger pointing over his head)…so what that pale, fragile looking, hairless girl’s here for the same reason…It my Liver! Damn It!! And I need service NOW!”…Ok, these thoughts did fill my mind, but I’m to smooth or have too much swagger to say them out loud…I have to be civilized…Right?…after a hour or so of waiting…lost track after they changed shifts..We were admitted to a room…Then the real reason I was placed on this Earth revealed itself…I was here to be aggravated by Onion…who not only have degrees in every know science there is..She’s also is a specialist in men’s health (read one old book), internal medicine…Especially concerning the Liver…Onion not only aggravated the living hell out of me….she stunk up the place with her constant peeling, and peeling and peeling..”The nurses didn’t know what they were doing because they used the measurement MG versus CC…The PA.. poor, clueless, lady was trapped underneath the layer of hypothetical, unrelated and absurd accusation..The more she tried to get away by answering Onion’s question, or using superior customer service skills, the more Onion peeled on her..I finally had enough and released her..and she literally ran out of the room..Being who I am, I trying to justify Onion’s actions…Why is she acting like this? Don’t she understand EVERYONE…family and friends are just concerned about Liver as she is…if something goes wrong… she lose a husband…(had two before, plus you threaten to leave him so many times before)..But I will lose… My Liver…I have been here a lot longer than you..So stop acting so irrational, unstable and plan Loco…

 

Well after all the fiasco was over…I finally was able to find out some serious things about my Liver wishes. That I thought I knew already…DNR (do not resituate) was not his plan…as long as he can return like himself…keep him alive, otherwise let him go…It was hard to hear this..but hey it’s his life..and only a Liver right? …So now w e wait…and wait…family member come by, others call to send their best wishes..Face Book and other social media filling up…well wisher galore…this also was a surprise for Liver..he also though no one gave a Damn about him..only a selected few..but now he was able to see he had a purpose..or lest meant something to people…Getting flowers while you are alive is a great joy…The waiting went on for several more hours (4 am in the morning to be exact)…then found out we were literally waiting someone to pass so that Liver can get a new one…Death..waiting on you to claim your victim..so we can avoid you once more…Well Death claimed his victim and…shorted us also…”The liver was not suitable”..and we had to go home…Sigh!!..Damn!!…Onion was so glad, I was not..I’m not wanting things to get worst for him and then we watch him die slowly..I know how that is..Uncle Chunk taught me this…But hey, that the way the Doughnut crumbles and I know now I must obtain a medical power of attorney for Liver…Since Onion’s focus is on herself and not reality…

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I was riding along today listening to my favorite show (NPR) and I overheard the “New Parenting Phenomena”…Parenting older children?  And I thought really? Older children…I know about babies, toddlers, children, tweenies, and teenagers, but older adults…you got to be kidding me…I listen closer and then it was explained they were referring to 20+ year olds who move back home with their parents due to whatever situation (mostly economical).  Now I  was like…Whoa…WTF…As a male parent, once we get them out, we feel that we have done our job, but now they are saying we have to then master parenting them when they return…Boy! This job does not EVER end!…I was So looking forward in handing my youngest (she is only 16 months) the boot when she crossed the stage at graduation…prepared to change the locks on the door and all…I couldn’t wait until I was able to enjoy roaming around in the nude and chasing the sweet tart around if I felt like it…Not worrying about saying the right thing, answering stupid repetitive questions, feeding them the right thing, ensuring the bills were paid, clothing were bought for them, that they go to school, and past their grades, dealing with teacher, coaches, band instructors, church members, or any other important figure, and listening to their complaints about what I have not bought them, gave them, for what I have said to them or just because they wanted to…Now I have to go and look for more information on this subject…so when they do return, I can be prepared…

 

What happened to “The get out of my house” parenting…I experienced…or if “you leave you better not come back” unless you have my grandkids mentality (learned that also)…

 

Parenting a young adult…Is this even possible?…As a young adult you suppose to mess up, ruin your credit, get drunk and find yourself in the bed with someone whose name you don’t quite remember, catch a none life threatening STD, get a speeding ticket, chase the opposite sex and when you finally catch them realize you better let that one go because it’s really better to watch it swim then it eat it, to say some things that you really would regret because crow also taste better in the morning after a night or regretful sleep, to loose your mind and maybe your virginity if your too loose, to learn ways in getting into situations as well of out of them without getting caught.

 

These things grow you up…force you to make mature decisions after you have surly made dumb ones…they often, is what bring you back home to your parents or a responsible adult who can provide you with guidance and a little tough love, a cold shower, or a warm couch to sleep on. ..but if you are home…you can’t do these things…least if you did, I feel it would not be the same…There are some things I don’t want my parents to know I did, they taught me better, and I know of these activities would really disappoint them if they found out…

 

But the broadcast, then go on to explain that your older children can also teach the parent…Sure…I bet they can…but whose parent really gonna listen? And if they do, do you honestly feel they will follow the lesson plan?…I know parenting is a very important job, and one should always be prepared to adjust, learn and move forward with the times; but shit there comes a time when enough is enough…I’m more on the line of…OK, I’ll give you a few months to get back on your feet, but remember it was fun making you and I’ll get the same enjoyment erasing you…regardless of your age, sexual orientation, gender, religious affiliation, health status, or social standing…so be in the house by curfew, go to church on Sundays, and follow MY rules (don’t act like your forgot)…or don’t let the door hit ya, where the Good Lord split ya..