|This new gig I have is the biggest challenge I have ever faced in my entire life. Well, maybe it ranks in the top 5 to be more accurate. My new challenge is trying not to take things my folks say too personally. That's really hard. I've had to take myself outside on several occasions to have a 'tt to tt' talk. I tell myself to remember the goals.....to keep them as comfortable as I can in their own home for as long as I can....to be as cheerie and upbeat as I can so as not to worry them....to do the every day tasks that are so challenging to them......etc.|
The challenge, however, is to myself. I have to remind myself that they're not mean spirited on purpose....it's their age or personal views that were formed a long time ago ( that I may not agree with ) that makes them say some of the things they do. It's hard though.
I'm constantly wondering if, given the chance, I will be that way when I'm old. Is there anything I can do right now to 'not' be that way...to not be mean spirited and not have to do things 'my' way because that's the only 'right' way...
I've thought about printing out my blog or writing random things down on paper so that I can read them when I get to that stage in my life, as a reminder to myself. Of course then my ADD kicks in, as I'm wondering where I'll keep it so it won't get lost,as I go around the house in search of the best place to put the papers and decide to clean out that drawer or cupboard I've just opened........I'm not at all sure that will work.
So, what can I do? Probably nothing. Just hope and pray ( again) that IF one of my children are in a position of being my caregiver,which I sincerely hope that doesn't happen, that I will keep my mouth shut and just be thankful.
I'm sure things are getting to me right now because I'm tired. Not having a real day off is really hard on me. I'm such a wuss! It would be much worse if I never got to come home and had to stay there 24/7. I could do it for a week or so if I had to but hopefully that won't happen for a while.
My Dad used to be the one who kept me sane. His little jokes or antics. But his mind is doing some funny things lately and it's not funny. I actually found myself avoiding him yesterday simply because I didn't want to give him an opportunity to talk about nonsensical things or worse yet....family. It's sad. I'm sad. I'm tired of crying.
I've got to get ready for work now. This is Friday and if Dad's lucky he can play golf. I have to take him over to his friends house at 9. His friend is the one who drives them to the club and watches his ball after he tees off. Dad can't see it.
Can't be late!
Paint that smile on girl...
It's a new day.........
New hope is waiting on you.....
put that cheerie sing-song lilt in your voice to mask the sadness and go make their day bright!
hugs and loves to all!~!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
'Special'...is a nickname I have for H. I've called her that forever I think. She is what I've always called an "old soul". She has always seemed wiser than her years. For several years she has litterally kept me sane in the parent department. You know, the one kid who makes you realize you didn't flunk 'Parenting 101' because she turned out ok. ;)
Anyway Special has always talked about having wee ones. I was always thrilled with this idea because I always thought she'd make a terrific mom.
Today she got some news we were expecting but it still hit kind of hard. She has PCOS. Here's a brief summary of that.
Women with PCOS have ovaries that create an abundance of follicles each month without producing an egg. PCOS can contribute to irregular periods, depression, excessive weight gain (despite diet and exercise efforts), acne, and excess facial hair. It is also a common cause of infertility.
So, it can't be cured but it can be managed the Dr. said.
She's my special girl.
A STUNNING SENIOR MOMENT
A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game,
took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him
why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his
"You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one,"
the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "The
young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel,
man walking on the moon, our spaceships have visited Mars. We have
nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed
processing .....and," pausing to take another drink of beer.
The Senior took advantage of the break in the student's litany and said,
"You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were
young........so we invented them. Now, you arrogant little turd, what
are you doing for the next generation?"
The applause was resounding...
|Ok, I'm off kilter a bit since I'm not having any days off. It's hard to remember what day it is. :)|
Did anyone see the Lunar eclipse this morning???? I woke up at 4 ( then went back to bed) and it was just starting here. By 5 it was totally eclipsed. Too cool. I'm a nut for that sort of thing!
Finally got my Lab results. Yay!!! there was a Rx for some Premerin which I said a big "Hell yes"! My high FSH level and low estradiol are consistent w/ memopause it said.( duh)..plus some other news. Seems as though I've let my Cholesterol get a bit out of whack. Oops! My total is 256! So, I'm supposed to do some aerobic exercise such as brisk walking at least 30 minutes a day. Ummm, I'm already doing that, plus swimming at night. Guess I'll keep it up though. He'll recheck me in 6 months. Both my parents have been on meds for that since they were in their 50's. Genetics I guess. I'm really going to try and get it down by diet and exercise. That would be better. Along w/ my new 'old lady' pill I'm supposed to take a flax oil capsule daily too. Man, those things are huge! But, I'm doing it. :)
I will do almost anything at this point. I feel so worn out and OLD! I hate that. I don't think I'm old enough to feel this way. So, cross the fingers that the pills work.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
(My B-inlaw had left for home (Colorado) by the time I got there. Darn)
Mom insisted she was well enough to go to breakfast so we went. She had several wincing pains during our journey so when we got back , I took off her shoe to survey the damage and Holy-Shit!!!!!! Her pinky toe is black all around; her second toe is black at the first knuckle to the tip and the side of her foot is purple!!! "Uh, Mom....we need to go to Minor emergency!" Well, she says, I won't fight you on that cuz it really hurts. I'm thinking...duh!....is Denny's so important that you HAVE to go there before you get your foot fixed?...evidently...yes. Poor thing.
So they took her inside in a wheel chair and xrayed her and sure enough it's broken. ( the 5th metasarsal for those in the know ;) )They put a half cast on it and said to see her Dr. in 3 to 5 days after the swelling goes down. He may want to cast the whole foot or put her in a boot or another half cast. But she has to use her walker all the time. She's too unsteady for crutches. Plus she has to stay off it as much as possible. Ice it about 4 times a day.
So, I spent the rest of the day there. Sunday..we didn't go to Church but I stayed there all day. I had to get there early to cook breakfast for them. Sundays are ALWAYS homemade buttermilk pancakes w/ link sausage. And don't forget the warm syrup! :)
It's gonna be a long 6 weeks friends!
Friday, August 24, 2007
|I wonder if anyone reeeaallly thinks about the impact of having kids, has on ones life. We all know that infants are adorable...kind of like puppies and kittens. But, they do grow up and become dogs and cats....er, i mean teenagers and then onto adulthood. But the inbetween years...and even the adult years can be.....unforeseen. There is no way to know for sure how that dog/cat/kid will be in when he is older. No way. We can have hope that everything will be fine and dandy but we never know for sure untill.............when? Things can change on a dime. Without warning...or even with subtle warnings you can never be absolutely sure or confident that things will go " as planned" or be "normal". Life as you know it can, in an instant, be turned upside down, never to be the same again.|
So, why then, do we( ppl) contunue to collect kids and puppies or kittens? Are we that niave' or that optomistic? Are we consumed with hope and so riddled with a Pollyanna syndrome that we can only see "the best life has to offer" in all our futures?
Even with warnings of "DANGER", we will proceed to do something if 'we' don't quite believe it. We think we can control the outcome. Well guess what? We can't. Period.
Sometimes all we can do is hope and pray.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
|Yay!!!!!!!! Sisterlittle finished my valances!!! They are perfect!! She is quite an accomplished seamstress ya know! Before she went back to school to get her teaching cert. she did interior design!! She's fabulous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!|
As soon as I get a decent pic I'll post them. They look fabulous. Probably not what anyone else would want up on their windows in a livingfoom but it fits me perfectly. PLUS.......she just happened to have a couple of monkey stencils too! I'm gonna put them in out of the way places...peaking out. That was Sisterlittle's suggestion. Works for me.
|I'm on my usual 6:15 early-freaking morning walk and I start talking to myself. OUT LOUD!! I think I started out just thinking, silently to myself and all of a sudden I notice I can hear myself think. Well, that made me laugh out loud. All of a sudden it's noisy, all around me at 6:15 in the elfing morning...and the noise is ME!! ha ha I cracked myself up.|
Anyway, I was telling me that this walk is MY time. It's for me only. For my mental health as well as my physical health and that I shouldn't skip it just because I think I should do another load of laundry or change the sheets or.....blog......that one made me question myself ( lol)... but I got back on my mental track and told me that I shouldn't let anything stop me anymore. I do feel a lot better when I walk. But sometimes my ADD kicks in and before I know it it's time to get ready for "work". Hate it when that happens.
So, I'm going to make a more concerted effort to make morning time for myself from now on.
My Dad did better today after his golf game. He wasn't slurring his words and didn't fall asleep as soon as we got home. He was actually fairly lively this afternoon. He was acting like the "old" Dad. Cracking jokes and finding errors on coupons and such. I think it may have been the heat before that was affecting him. Hope so.
Now my Mom isn't feeling well. Took her to the Urologist yesterday. Yea.....not a fun thing at all. Anyway she waited for a month for this appointment. About 3 weeks too long I'd say. But she's a wee bit stubborn and wouldn't tell them she needed to get in earlier. She's got a doosey of an infection!! They gave her some sample antibiotics to take untill her culture came back and this morning she was feeling puney. Her tummy was upset....a lot! Did she call the Dr. and ask if it could be the Antibiotics? No. Fact, she was feeling so bad she almost cancelled her nail appt.! That's pretty bad for MY Mom to think of that. We'll see how she is tomorrow. Cross the fingers. XX
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
|After talking about 2 hours about the Lottery my parents asked me to buy them tickets. My Mom wanted 2 plus the power play so she gave me $4.00. My Dad, however had to make it difficult...not sure why he came up w/ this deal but he did. He gave me $5.00 and wanted 2 1/2 tickets. Huhhh? I said. " buy me 2 tickets w/ the power play and then another ticket w/ the power play but I'm only going to pay $1.00 for that one; you put in the other dollar and if it wins I'll split it w/ you. Follow me?" he says...."I'll give you $5.00 and you have to put in $1.00...follow me?"|
uh, yes I follow you.....but why don't you just give me another dollar or just give me $4.00 and I'll just buy you 2 tickets..........
" Coz i want 3 tickets"
Ok................I give up...........done. Mom says I'd better hope she wins cuz she shares!
We didn't win.:(
|I get soo pissed off whenever I hear ppl say, "Well, at least he/she died doing what they loved most"......Seriously........WTF!!!!!|
Nobody will ever be able to explain to me and have me agree WHY it's so great dying doing something you loved.......especially if the 'something' is the instrument of your death!!
' He loved to fly...at least he was flying when the plane crashed.'
' She loved to swim....at least she died doing something she loved.'
'He loved driving fast cars.....at least he was happy when he died'
Here's how my death is going to go in my mind...'Well, you know how much she loved watching HGTV, at least she died doing something she loved soo much. Too bad the T.V. blew up and the glass blew her head off.'
|Ok.......this hair experiment you've got going isn't working is it tt?|
Ok, so do something about it!
Ok......easier said than done though.
True, but since you seem to be defined by your hair ( in your own mind) then the sooner the better!
There, that doesn't seem to be so hard...does it?
No, not really................the happy place may be difficult to find for a while tho... maybe, once the lid on the grape is in better shape I'll view myself in a better light. You know how friggin anal I am about my hair! I haven't been very successful in controling what goes into my body ( I evidently stress eat) or how freakin' big my body gets ( stress eating isn't good for body shapes) ...although my daily walks do seem to help my mood for a while.....It seems I should be able to gain some semblance of control over something within me. Shouldn't I ????
I sure hope I hear back from the Dr. this week. I'm thinking I probably am in desperate need of some estrogen or something...
I'm not me anymore. I miss me actually................
I was always the optomistic one. I viewed my glass as half full most times. I believed in the power of positive thinking. Where did that go?
I have been really upset this past week about my Dad. I'm starting to see 'mind' changes in him that I'm just not dealing with too well. I know it's a natural progression of things when ppl live this long but it's sooo hard to witness.
I need that friggin easy button!!!!!!!!!! Anyone have one I can borrow?????? I promise to give it back.....I can't say when though because my present job doesn't have a set expiration date.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
|My last post should have said 3 out of 6 ain't bad. ETK and Squidly weren't in the picture. Not a complete family pic w/o them!|
Now...on to the parentals....
Dad seemed in better mental form today. He did play 9 holes of golf, bless his heart. It was 105 again today. Geez-o-pete! He was a bit wobbly when I picked him up, but after a shower and lunch he perked back up. No 'fog' today.
Sisterlittle gets teary whenever she reads stuff about Daddy I think. She doesn't want me to post about it either I think. My phone reception wasn't very good when I talked to her today so I couldn't hear everything she was saying. But, the reason I initially started this blog was to post about my 'new' life with the parents. It really does help when I put it all down. I think it allows me to examine everything better and get some perspective. So, as unpleasant as some topics may be, this is my therapy for now.
This is by far, the hardest thing I've ever done in my life! Without exception! Possibly the most rewarding also. And challenging and tiring and boring and lonely. There's lots of 'lonely' times believe it or not. I have alot of adjectives I could use but I'm sure you get my drift.
I think I'll call #1 son's 'X' and see if the youngins can come over this Saturday for a swim and stuff. I miss those little buggers and need to recharge my battery. Cross your fingers the X says it's OK.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
|My parents. That simple phrase would probably be all I need to say and I'm sure everyone would get it. They're changeing, right before my eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. It even too hard for me to explain. I can't put into words exactly how their acting that concerns me...it's just that they are. My Dad especially. Sisterlittle and I are the biggest "Daddy's girls" ever so it's really hard to watch the decline. He's remembering stuff wrong. Not just once and a while, most of the time. When I try and tell him how it is he gts agitated a bit and starts to argue...sorta.|
He did get a good report at the Diabetes Dr. yesterday though. That's good. He wanted her to look at his hand tho and tell him what was wrong. She told him she wasn't sure and that he should see his Hand Dr. He didn't quite understand why she didn't know what the problem was. She did see some pre-cancerous growths on his hand and face and she asked him if he wanted her to freeze them off. He said ok because it'll be a long time before he gets to the " hand Dr. for the surgery"...?????????? huh?????
See, little stuff like that. I told him he wasn't going to have surgery and he was like." oh, ok".
Puzzles....i've never really liked puzzles.
Tomorrow he thinks he's going to play golf. Uh...it's like 105 here!! He rides in a cart but still that's too elfing hot! We'll see.
Daily challenges. Gives me throat lumps. :(
mama's got a new phone
me- my phone quit working.
him--Let's take a look.
He gets my info and looks it up on the computer. He takes my phone and opens it up and says......
him--This has gotten wet.
me--It has? I don't know how...I didn't get it wet.
him-- well, look......it's all wet...that's why it isn't working.
He shows me the battery and it's all wet so he wipes it off and checks my Sim card which appears to be fine. I'm still mumbleing to myself about how the damn thing could have gotten wet....I didn't have it anywhere there was water I tell him. Could it be the heat I ask....doubtful he replies.He asks what I was doing when I noticed it wasn't working.
I say" well I had it when I was working outside in the yard...... and then...... later after I was cooling off.......I pulled it out of my br........ACK!!!!!!! OMG!!!!! I had it stuffed inside my BRA!!!!!!! It got sweaty sittin in my bra ????!!! Then I realized I was saying all of this outloud!! to the phone guy.!! Geezzzz.... could I be more ridiculous???So he graciously wiped everything off and put it back together and viola'...it worked. I stammered several 'thank you's' and took my red face outta there!Well.............evidently the sweat did hurt the phone afterall. B/c it kept turning itself off.So I took my Dad and went up there a few days ago to get us another phone. I decided to get a Nokia this time. It's not a flip but I thought it would work better.Well, I've been using that phone for about a week now and i HATE it! There's no volume control on the lousy thing. speaker , but no volume adjuster. It's going back... today I hope...Issues.....so many issues w/ phones I have. So, just a warning ladies. Don't store your phone in your bra, even if it does fit nicely and allows you to carry it around w/o actually holding on to it. The vibrateing feature actually feels pretty good..........but just say NO!
Monday, August 13, 2007
|Did ya'll watch the PGA this weekend?? It was in Tulsa!! Woo-hoo!!|
Too freaking hot for me though and alot of other ppl. Lots were taken to the Emergency rooms because of the heat. 110 in tthe shade is just wrong.
I 'volunteered' for the LPGA a few years ago when it was held at my parents Country Club. Lots of fun that was! I was a Marshall on the #1 green. Great fun watching Anika and the others. I don't golf anymore but I really like watching the game. Did you know it cost to "volunteer" on one of those things? sheesh! I'd do it again if I knew it wouldn't be soo elfing hot.
Gota go take my Dad to the Dr. now. I finally went this morning and had some blood work done. Maybe I'll get me some hormone pills to 'lighten' my load??
Squeezers to all!!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
|I almost went 2 weeks w/o hurting myself. How cool would that have been!|
I smashed my little finger yesterday. (&(&(&$!%&*&&)^^%##!! was about all I could say for about 30 minutes. And of course Lovee was outside during the tirade that spewed forth. My washing machine evidently 'traveled' in towards the wall that has a cupboard above it. I had just put the towels into the dryer and I guess i was holding onto the lip of the washer. WHAM!!!! the lid fell and squashed my pinky finger!!! Guess what I won't do anymore? Yep.....
ETK called me just as I was becomming coherant again and could talk in complete sentences. She saved me from further agony by distracting me. Love me some ETK!!!!!!!
I think my nail might turn blue. It already looks a wee bit colored. We'll see.
I think I need more insurance!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
|I'm not sure why, but Sunday nights, when we go to the folks house for dinner, it always bums me out. Don't know the reason for that. But the good thing is that Lovee always manages to be upbeat that day. He literally saves me. We were talking about it on the way home tonight. Every other time I can put on my smile and stay with it until I go home. But Sunday's I just can't do it. It's a puzzle to me. Lovee says it's because by Sunday my brain needs the down time. Which could be it but I'm not convinced. I just get extremely tired at the thought of going there and feel completely tired and worn out. Which in turn makes me feel guilty. |
Geesh, emotions are a funny thing. Up,down,up,down etc. It's tiring.:(
I'm off tomorrow. It's a good thing.
Don't know if I'll accomplish anything here at home but.....at least............well, I'll be home. That's all I can say about it.
Have a great start to you're week gals!
" I think she's frustrated with me because I could have gone to university"
" Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are."
" I didn't know words could be so heavy."
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I was at the nail salon w/ the Mom, reading my book ( 'I am the Messenger' which is great but that's another story...thanks sisterlittle!) . I heard the door open and looked up to see, possibly the most fashionably styled woman I have ever seen in this town. Seriously! Perfect walk. Perfect tan. Perfect lined, white pants ( I saw the lining when she rolled her pant legs up to get her pedi) Perfect shoes. Perfect makeup( flawless skin). Her outfit, from head to heel was black and white. Perfect. Then, wham! I noticed her hair! Ya'll know how anal I am about hair. Especially mine. I'm hardly ever satisfied with my style or cut. Anyway, I literally just gawked at her for so long I almost embarrassed myself. For real!! It was the most perfect short cut I've ever seen. So I had to study it..to see exactly how it was cut. Long here, short there,spiked there....it was nuts. I shut my book and didn't open it again. It was sort of like sitting in class ( Jr. high or H-school) and in walks the most popular girl in the school. Everyone in the salon greeted her as she walked in and I swear they gushed at her. " hi, Candy"" Oh, you look so pretty today"" Love your outfit,Candy". You get the picture. She just walked on to the back while smiling and saying " thank you" " Oh, you're so sweet, thank you"..yada,yada,yada. While she was getting her mani/pedi is when I really started staring. I couldn't help myself. She talked about her kids and husband and how she's got to take some more business trips and I hung on every word. Watching how she spoke and her expressions when she did. It was ridiculous! I watched her whole process.( pfft)
Well, when Mom was about ready to go, I got up my nerve to ask her where she got her hair done. I wasn't going to because I figured it was probably some swanky salon that I could never afford. But I decided what the heck....
me- Excuse me, you're haircut is fabulous. May I ask where you get it done?
her-Oh, thank you- I get it done at St. Barth's. Do you know where Akin's natural foods is at 31
her- It's there. The owner, Allen does mine. I just love him. I'm almost dry here so if you'll wait a minute I'll get his number. I don't know it by heart, I've only been going there for about 6 months.
me- Ok. The cut is just really great. I'm in the process of growing out a bad cut so it'll take a while for me to get in.
So, I sit down and finally get my act together and talk a bit w/ Mom. She's ready to go before "she" is so I go up to her again and tell her I'm sorry but I have to leave now but that I can look it up in the phone book.
Her- Oh, you'll just love him. He takes the time to talk w/ you about your life style and what's going on in your life and plays w/ your hair so he can tell what it will do and stuff. You can probably get in in about a month or so. Tell him Candy Hart sent you.
me- Candy Hart? That's cute.
And then it happens..................open mouth and say something white-trashy........
Me- Are you anal about your hair?
Her- (laughing) Oh, gawd, I'm anal about alot of things.
Can you believe I asked her if she was anal?????!!!! Couldn't I have said picky or something else? NOooooooo...I asked a perfect ( literally) stranger if she was anal.
If I knew where she lived I'd stalk her just to see if she has 'regular' days like the rest of us. See if she ever has a bad hair day in public.
It 's ridiculous I tell ya!
Can you believe I did that?
I felt frumpy again all day.
But, the good news it I walked this morning ...again....and talked w/ myself and now I feel better.
Go get 'em tt!
I'm ridiculous at times......
Now, WTF is that supposed to mean? LOL
He did fix me dinner last night.
The quagmire of tt's grape. Delicious isn't it?
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be . Here are some facts about the1500s: ******************************************
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It's raining cats and dogs.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer.. And that's the truth.
Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !