Melissa

I failed to discuss her when I wrote all about mom's and Robert's problems. So tonight I am going to mention her as well as various grandchildren if need be.
Melissa has to potty all the time. She gets tummy aches (most likely since she has Crohns), and spends hours upon hours upon the john. But, if she doesn't get to the bathroom soon enough with her waterworks as well, she wets her panties. So, things are not going well in either of her sewer departments. It makes me sad.
Another problem with Melissa is her heart. Her heart really and truly is a problem. She has atrial fibrillation really bad. A month on the King of Hearts Monitor showed her normal resting heart rate to be near 160 beats per minute. NOT GOOD!!! I try not to think about that problem if I can avoid it. Because I really do get sad and worried. So, I shall forget I even wrote anything about her real heart problem and focus on her secondary heart disease. It skips beats at times (when it is not beating faster than the speed of light. It usually occurs when Mike walks into the room she is in, or when she heads out to pick him up and sees him stretch his very, very long legs to get out of his truck. Now those legs of his are so long. They must stretch to at least 9 or 10 inches give or take. His torso is rather short though, so overall he is near 5 feet tall.....probably shorter than me. Thank goodness his legs are so long. He can just stretch one of them out the door of his monster truck and it actually touches the ground right then and there------if he falls that is. What can I say?
Anyway, I digressed. Melissa's heart skips a beat when she sees Mike, so because that is such a serious affliction, I honestly think he needs to wear a bag over his head when he gets home or leaves the bathroom after his long shower and "special session with john." I don't want to have to continue worrying so very, very much about Melissa's heart anymore. So, perhaps I should purchase several little brown bags for Mike to wear when he is within Melissa's vicinity. Stress is bad for me. He needs to honor his monster-in-law here and help relieve my stress. WEAR THE DARN BAG!!!!!
Now, I guess I should mention my oldest child Timothy Tiger Lily Two Step. I just saw a very recent photo of him, and I nearly had a heart attack. Nobody, but nobody should cause me such a thing. But, his hair or lack thereof was a shock to my system. That round circle of skin towards the back portion of his head was not there the last time he visited. I should have been warned. Next time I hope someone will give me a gentle talk so that I will be prepared. Because when I see him next time (maybe two years after this visit) I am certain there will be other changes. My son has gotten old. What does that mean for me? He is balding just like his baby brother. That is just sick and wrong. Can't anyone in my little family maintain an extra hair or two?
Well, I think that I am done for tonight. I may touch on the problems my poor, little grandchildren face on a daily basis. But, that will be left for another day--- if my children don't make me lose my marbles first. After all they are sick, or hurt, or losing hair by the second. Wait a minute. I lost my marbles a long time ago. I'm good! TTFN.....