Daily Archives: 10/14/2006

Reverdy Lewin Orrell, Jr. (Condition Update)

RebJean40th.jpg (NOTE: Photo at left is from my parents 40th wedding anniversary, June 1988)

My father had a restful night sleeping. He told my mother this morning that we doesn’t remember dreaming last night.

I gave him some cough syrup with codine before he went to bed. He had started coughing some during the late afternoon and evening. He started coughing in the middle of the night and I gave him some more.

Yesterday my father was visited by my son, and his brother and sister. His niece, Phyllis brought Uncle Richard.

Also yesterday, my Mom’s sister Fran Waldecker and her daughter, Dorothy Jean Sandusky, paid a visit.

Later in the afternoon, Nora’s father, George Skerry, picked up Larry and Sue Stein, close friends of my parents and brought them over. George and Larry and Sue only live a few blocks from each other in Ellicott City, Maryland.

My father was very happy to see them all. Larry has been one of his best friends since 1953 when my father joined the Masons. Larry was Junior Stewart of Doric Lodge #124, at that time.

The i.v. went smoothly yesterday. Also, an attendant came in to bathe him, and showed us a little of how to care for him better. Also, a nurse arrived later and changed the dressing on his pic, which is what I use for his i.v.

He really didn’t eat much yesterday, but we were able to get some candy into him. Yes, he needs more than that, but at this stage, we get what we can into him.

Last evening he stayed awake and watched the Gaithers on TV. They have a musical show of southern Gospel. This is one of my father’s favorite TV shows, which he watches every Saturday night.

He slept fairly well last night, but I was up every half hour or so to check on him. I gave him something for a fever, every time, I noticed it starting to rise.

This morning his breathing was rather heavy, although he still reported no pain.

I gave him his first dose of morphine this morning. I had always assumed it was only for pain; however, the Hospice nurse is was also for when he started to breathe deeply.

He has had one breathing treatment this morning and his 8 AM pills. I am about to give him his 10 AM pill and will start the i.v. about noon.

I was able to log on to my work computer for the first time in over a week. I finally had a few minutes to do so and go through the hundreds of emails from last week.

Starting tomorrow, I hope to log on and at least help out the company, working on the intranet and internet. Hopefully, I can still do some of my job description from here.

Right now he is resting comfortably and starting to sleep more and more each day. This is a good sign that he is resting.

His voice is very weak this morning, when he does talk. It is only a whisper.

Reverdy Lewin Orrell Jr – Condition Update

DadMomGeorgeNoraReb.jpg (NOTE: Photo on left, about 2002: Dad, Mom, George (Nora’s father), Nora, Reb III)

Dad got so much sleep yesterday that he said he didn’t sleep at all last night.

I finally got him and my mom to bed about 11:30. For some reason, this entire week, I woke up every half-hour during the night. Last night I woke up at 12:30, 1:30, 2:30, 3:30, 4:30, and got up for good at 6:30. For some reason I didn’t wake up at 5:30 this morning. This has been the same routine every night since he got home, last Saturday night.

Generally, he has been sleeping through the entire night.

I noticed that he has more dark spots on his arms. He had the same thing last Friday while in Hopkins. They say that is from liver failure.

At times his voice is very weak, then it picks up.

Right now he is in with Nora. She is getting him laughing, telling him what a bad nurse I am. When she first came in, she made a big deal about the fact that he didn’t look comfortable and that it was fault. She really got him laughing and told him to fire me.

She is sitting on the bed and talking to him. He is asking about our dogs. She told him that the dogs are sitting on the top of the sofa every night looking out the window waiting for me to come home.

Dad’s final days has taught me quite a bit about myself. I never knew where I got my inner strength from. Dad never lectured me on any subject. He never sat me down and taught me right from wrong. He handled it a little differently.

The expression “Actions Speak Louder Than Words” applies to my Dad. I learned everything from him by the way he acted. I never really realized that before the past few months.

I can tell his voice is a little weaker now, but he is caring on a full conversation with Nora, going on and on about everything. He loves talking to her and asking about her father, George Skerry. He tells me all the time that she is the best thing to every happen to me and that he really likes her Dad. He always tells me what a fine man George is.

While I try to remember to mention things that people are doing to assist, I always seem to forget to mention them when doing blog entries.

Yesterday my father received two skull caps sent by Ted & Karol Armstrong. These beautiful knit caps are outstanding. Thanks, Ted & Karol.

Also, different friends and neighbors have sent over food items. Dad’s next door neighbor, Pat Williams, sent over a gingerbread cake. It was outstanding and I was able to get him to take a bite or two.

Aunt Mary (his sister), brought over a cinnamon raisen bread loaf; her daughter, Mary Lynn Bunting brought over a Jewish Apple Cake. My father actually ate a half a piece the other night.

My best friend, Tom Overton, stopped in the other day to see my Dad for just a minute. He have him a card, a basket containing fruit (apples, oranges, grapes), some cinnamon rolls, and a coconut cream pie. Dad ate some of the grapes. Yesterday, Tom brought over some more grapes from him and his friend, Nada.

My parents close friend, Glora, brought over some goodies for him the other day. One of the things was some candy lime slices. He ate a few of them. She called the other night to check on him. He talked to her a bit, then handed the phone to my mom. While my mother was on the phone, my father picked up another piece of candy and told me mom to tell Gloria that he was eating another piece of candy. He repeated the process, several times, laughing out loud each time.

Ann & Charlie Bent sent down a beautiful friendship plaque for him. We have it on top of the TV and he looks at it, along with balloons that Gloria sent.

Dad has had the opportunity to speak to his best friend, Reds Goble on the phone a few times, and has also spoken to Larry Stein, a close friend for over half a century.

Reverdy Lewin Orrell, Jr. (Condition Update)

DadMomGeorgeNoraReb.jpg (NOTE: Photo on left, about 2002: Dad, Mom, George (Nora’s father), Nora, Reb III)

Dad got so much sleep yesterday that he said he didn’t sleep at all last night.

I finally got him and my mom to bed about 11:30. For some reason, this entire week, I woke up every half-hour during the night. Last night I woke up at 12:30, 1:30, 2:30, 3:30, 4:30, and got up for good at 6:30. For some reason I didn’t wake up at 5:30 this morning. This has been the same routine every night since he got home, last Saturday night.

Generally, he has been sleeping through the entire night.

I noticed that he has more dark spots on his arms. He had the same thing last Friday while in Hopkins. They say that is from liver failure.

At times his voice is very weak, then it picks up.

Right now he is in with Nora. She is getting him laughing, telling him what a bad nurse I am. When she first came in, she made a big deal about the fact that he didn’t look comfortable and that it was fault. She really got him laughing and told him to fire me.

She is sitting on the bed and talking to him. He is asking about our dogs. She told him that the dogs are sitting on the top of the sofa every night looking out the window waiting for me to come home.

Dad’s final days has taught me quite a bit about myself. I never knew where I got my inner strength from. Dad never lectured me on any subject. He never sat me down and taught me right from wrong. He handled it a little differently.

The expression “Actions Speak Louder Than Words” applies to my Dad. I learned everything from him by the way he acted. I never really realized that before the past few months.

I can tell his voice is a little weaker now, but he is caring on a full conversation with Nora, going on and on about everything. He loves talking to her and asking about her father, George Skerry. He tells me all the time that she is the best thing to every happen to me and that he really likes her Dad. He always tells me what a fine man George is.

While I try to remember to mention things that people are doing to assist, I always seem to forget to mention them when doing blog entries.

Yesterday my father received two skull caps sent by Ted & Karol Armstrong. These beautiful knit caps are outstanding. Thanks, Ted & Karol.

Also, different friends and neighbors have sent over food items. Dad’s next door neighbor, Pat Williams, sent over a gingerbread cake. It was outstanding and I was able to get him to take a bite or two.

Aunt Mary (his sister), brought over a cinnamon raisen bread loaf; her daughter, Mary Lynn Bunting brought over a Jewish Apple Cake. My father actually ate a half a piece the other night.

My best friend, Tom Overton, stopped in the other day to see my Dad for just a minute. He have him a card, a basket containing fruit (apples, oranges, grapes), some cinnamon rolls, and a coconut cream pie. Dad ate some of the grapes. Yesterday, Tom brought over some more grapes from him and his friend, Nada.

My parents close friend, Glora, brought over some goodies for him the other day. One of the things was some candy lime slices. He ate a few of them. She called the other night to check on him. He talked to her a bit, then handed the phone to my mom. While my mother was on the phone, my father picked up another piece of candy and told me mom to tell Gloria that he was eating another piece of candy. He repeated the process, several times, laughing out loud each time.

Ann & Charlie Bent sent down a beautiful friendship plaque for him. We have it on top of the TV and he looks at it, along with balloons that Gloria sent.

Dad has had the opportunity to speak to his best friend, Reds Goble on the phone a few times, and has also spoken to Larry Stein, a close friend for over half a century.