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Midnight #HoSpicy contemplation (ok, make it a 3:45 contemplation)? I'm essentially a turtle once I hit the bed. Is it ethical to wake my husband if I drop my kindle? No, you're right. But, breath mask issues do happen... And a side quest might be offered...and while you're up..(don't even think..)
February 6, 2025 at 10:57 AM
Today’s experience with being #HoSpicy - shower day today. Thank Rocky Horror cabaret for getting rid of my body modesty. Nothing like changing outfits with 15 other people in a fire escape hallway to teach you that we all have bits. Still embarrassing having someone else wash your butt though.
January 8, 2025 at 5:24 PM
The hits keep coming here at LaRaeDo. Ron and Roger came in at the end of a wild dog pack attack on our goats - we lost almost half of our nannies, and our billy was chewed up some, but we think he'll survive.

I swear, Death - you have my attention. Stop flaunting. #hospicy
January 7, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Bad skin day today. Random itching popping up, making me go after it with implements from nails to a vegetable zester (Don't you judge! My kitchen, my rules!) Then there's the freaking shaking. You know those 80s romcoms? Turns out having some one feed you? Kinda more propcom. Messy #HoSpicy
January 6, 2025 at 1:27 AM
With catheter maintenance, as with so much in life, decisions made by prudent, rational, desperate for my nurse to think I'm a good patient me at 2 pm are being bitterly regretted by stressed out raging pain beast me at 2 am. #HoSpicy
January 3, 2025 at 6:09 AM
Made it through my first big milestone this year. Next comes Mom’s birthday mid-February. So… month and a half - I can make it another 45 days. #HoSpicy
January 3, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Toby has fallen in love with my nurse, Lance. When Lance is giving me instructions or checking my vitals, Tones will climb up on my side, tuck in to the hollow of my waist, and pay attention like a consult. I swear, he even nods like an eminence gris... #HoSpicy
January 2, 2025 at 10:28 PM
#HoSpicy thought for the day: I stayed up too long yesterday - my body and mind would not shut down last night, and today it feels like my body has been scrubbed with steel wool. On the plus side, I'm starting the New Year squeaky clean.
January 1, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Can you believe it’s 2025? And I’m still here?!? Anyway… from Roger, the doxies, the goats, the cattle, Mom, me… the whole ranch of us at LaRaeDo - May you continue warm, fed, happy, and loved. #HoSpicy
January 1, 2025 at 4:12 AM
That’s right. I’m on hospice. I’m neurospicy. #HoSpicy How could it go wrong? (Those of you in English 201? That’s foreshadowing. Go ahead. Look it up. We’ll wait here.) (ok, maybe not too long. I’m saying, grab a snack, not a four course meal).
January 1, 2025 at 3:39 AM
Ok. I’ve had a few avatars/personas over the year - there was Decadent Sundae, my gaming ID. June Cleavage was my dating app before there were dating apps self. Then came Career Barbie, then Cancer Girl, then Fairly Goatmother. For my last stretch… (I’ve done a quick search, it seems safe) #HoSpicy
January 1, 2025 at 3:34 AM
I'ma gonna go with HoSpicette for my individual identity. No need for dying to be dull, you know?
December 31, 2024 at 7:47 PM
I just saw a post where Jimmy Carter oulived one of his obituary writers (the canned obit everyone has ready for famous deaths.) Man, Jimmy just keeps raising the bar for fellow hospicers (Hospicy Individuals? Death adjacent dudes and dudettes? Deadpoolers? Just what should I refer to myself as?)
December 31, 2024 at 7:46 PM
Hospice thoughts: Our neighbor is currently "actively dying" (apparently this is a stage - 24 to 48 hours?) My family is handling this by treating it as a dress rehearsal. Mom has "notes", y'all. "Don't forget to use the morphine - it's there for your comfort (and our relief-don't whine like he is)"
December 31, 2024 at 7:24 PM
Thank you for your service, President Carter. You went 3-1 against the big four (pestilence? Guinea worm - bamf! Hunger and homelessness? 29 million people housed since 1980. War? The Camp David accords weren't nothing. And holding off the big man? 100 is a hell of a stretch goal.) Kiss Rosalynn.
December 29, 2024 at 10:51 PM
Thoughts of a hospice patient at 2 am. Does the crematorium have a weight limit? If so, are they going to have to batch cook me? I kinda want to have them experiment - low and slow on one me, flash fry the other. Ok, meds may need adjustment.
December 26, 2024 at 9:18 AM
The frustrating part of that inspiration hitting at warp speed again (mind was too busy dealing with pain, cancer, liver, diabetes, LIFE to pay attention to pesky damn muses) is that I'm losing my methods of communication - I'm shaky, I'm halting, I'm losing my words and I'm trapped in here!
December 24, 2024 at 11:16 PM
"My mind is clearer now. At last, all too well, I can see where we all soon will be." It's odd. The past couple of days, it's almost as if a "braincloud" (thanks, Joe V Volcano!) has lifted. It feels like I've got random xrays of inspiration hitting - or that might be the meds.
December 24, 2024 at 11:11 PM
I vacillate between self-consciousness and overconfidence like a weathervane in Kansas. Also, why can I never remember the distribution of consonants in words like vacillate? I go back and forth, adding an l, subtracting a c... completely ignoring the ants and ents trying to shove into the convo.
December 23, 2024 at 10:23 PM
Comfort Care (hospice, for those who don't do euphemisms) has been working, so far. Amazing how much going ahead and just admitting at times, I need less pain more than I need consciousness, really helped cut through the BS. Let's face it, decisions made when I am at Bees? or higher are never good.
December 13, 2024 at 4:25 PM
I live out back of beyond, in Utah. Someone posted on a local group feed: "Any 1 see that bright light coming down white rocks road in the sky??? 👽🛸" I'm ashamed to say I took the low road, and posted back: Was it followed by a fat man and 8 other tiny reindeer? No response yet.
December 13, 2024 at 2:00 AM
Dear Santa... I have only one wish for Christmas...
If Biden makes Hunter ambassador to France for the last month of his Administration, boy, I tell you, THAT would be outrageous.

Outrageous, I say.
December 13, 2024 at 1:56 AM
If they're accidentally in front of the library, meet at the BookMobile. Explain it to anyone under 30 - it's like a popup for books. Ok, anyone under 20 - books are like static internet.
When the shit goes down everybody meet up at the library. The MAGAs don't know about that place.
December 13, 2024 at 1:45 AM
Reposted
Oh hell yes, let's absolutely get rid of the FDIC. Would love to have re learn all the lessons of the New Deal again.

www.wsj.com/finance/regu...
Exclusive | Trump Advisers Seek to Shrink or Eliminate Bank Regulators
Advisers asked potential nominees whether Trump could abolish the FDIC.
www.wsj.com
December 13, 2024 at 12:11 AM
A friend and and I were talking about various folk remedies, and it got me to wondering... I know strawberries, raspberries, blackberries... but what's your jam? I mean, what fruitlike substance does your area grow and shove in jars for later distribution...
December 13, 2024 at 12:11 AM