Somewhere over the rainbow: life in Hell

Harold Richards, 81, at the senior emergency room at St. Joseph Mercy Ann Arbor hospital in Ann Arbor, Mich.

The intent of this blog is not to flame or insult friends or family. So if your so vain to think it’s about you and your pissed, well, get over it. I will not be using real people’s names nor locations. In other words the details are real events but the names & locations are not where they actually take place. So for those vain ticked off individuals who probably won’t see nor read this all you have to do is keep your mouth shut & no one will know it’s you. Although I know those who have been helpful through the whole thing don’t need to be told to please not say it’s them either cause, in the end it will be denied.

As for everyone else this is actually to be helpful to others. Hindsight is always 20/20 but there’s always a pattern before a shit storm. I’m hoping by sharing I will help you avoid these same circumstances.

Ah but I’ve yet to state what this is all about. It may sound boring & to a degree I must agree. This blog is not about me but the pain I’ve been through and, still going through. It’s about when you are hitting that point where it is to late to be searching for best methods or ways to go. Everything is a chaotic blur. You feel like your moving slow and the world is moving at super sonic speeds. You can’t catch a breath or rest because it seems every moment is an emergency that has to be decided on then & there.

So now we come to the point of all this. I don’t want anyone to have to ever go through this but I also don’t want those who have to continue to think they are alone. I’m only in my 30’s I was not prepared to deal with my 60 year old mother being rushed to the hospital for an emergency surgery. Nor was I prepared to deal with a 70 year old father having complications with his medication he had been on for years. Don’t get me wrong there were signs but you won’t see them if you don’t know about them. I want to make people aware. I want them to prepare. This isn’t just for the children of aging parents. This isn’t just for the aging parents to be forewarned of the circumstances of not thinking about their future, the what if’s and death. This is really for everyone. I know we don’t like thinking about the pink elephant in the room but we have too.

Well, I don’t like being wordy or long winded but I do want to state my intentions on this blog. It may start out being of about what I’ve been through and things I’ve learned. It will be broader than that. It will contain a lot of emotions I dealt with as well as copies of articles pertaining to the issues I dealt with too. As the world does not evolve around me I want others to feel free to share their stories. Starting this blog was a bit of work. Keeping it going will be an undertaking but I want the input of others. So feel free to contact me. I will share your story & work with you on it.

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