About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Here’s the very short version of my own mother’s very long story: we thought she was afflicted with Alzheimer’s or dementia, as she couldn’t remember a thing, and kept falling. We moved her to her sister’s home a couple of states away, where she found a new doctor. That doctor discovered she was on about 25 medications, all prescribed. Her previous doc kept prescribing, but never stopped any medications. Once we got her down to a blood pressure pill and a couple of others, her memory became sharp as a tack, and she stopped falling. The doctor? After being reported by several patients, he lost his license and ended up in prison for a while.
I guess this story is still being repeated many fold. I think it is more apt to happen when the “patient” has money enough that the doctor thinks it would not be too hard to prescribe this way out. A postscript to top story. Mother after returning from the institution, had some issue in which she went to the same doctor and he prescribed the same thing again. Mom even bought it; then went home realized what she was about to do so she threw it down the toilet. I’m glad for your mom’s happy recovery.
Your mom passed those guts down to you along with a good dose of spunk. I think we carry more than genes from those who mother us. It all leads to how we’ll turn out in the end.
That’s an awesome compliment you have passed to me. Thanks.
You are more than welcome ❤️
Forgot the wish you happy Mother’s Day❤️❤️
What a wonderful story of guts, with God’s help. At a time when few questioned their doctor’s advice–and even fewer admitted to being hooked on any medication–your mother did, and did something about it. Thank you for sharing!
It can be done and I am sure it is sometimes even w/o prayer. But prayer makes lots of things easier! 😀 Thanks for the comment.
In 1967 when my grandfather died, my grandmother was bereft. As in totally lost and not one for independence—not at the age I am currently now.
And so she was given sedatives…and then prescribed “uppers” to help offset the zombiness of the sedatives—it was a vicious cycle and one I can vividly recall as she was very “drunk-like” and would slur her words and simply fall asleep when she’d come to visit (driving herself over).
I can remember the day my dad and uncle took my cousin and I with them over to Nany’s.
Nany was in the bed, zonked out, we were left in the kitchen while they cleared out the house of every and any drug.
This was pre-Betty Ford days and so Nany had a cold turkey experience.
Later as she got older and developed bad arthritis, she was prescribed valium, of which she’d take one a day, religiously…one and one only—as she would love to tell me that ‘a valium a day keeps the doctor the away’—I think it was more like, just one a day kept dad and my uncle away!
Your mom and my grandmother were women of a different time–tough old birds that I can only hope to be like.
Our stories seem to be far too common. My kids are on their way in, so I’m hopping out of blogging for a while.
It can be so challenging. It’s wonderful to hear that she was able to get off the pills.
It happens much too often, and not many can pull themselves out of it. Even she had to admit she needed help and ask for it. Thank you, Sheryl, for the comment.
Thanks for sharing the story of your strong brave mother … conquering addiction is never easy!
my pleasure Oneta!
A great post for Mother’s Day
Thank you for reading my story. I appreciate your commendation.
You are welcome partner.
Take care and stay safe.
Thumbs up. 😀
She was amazing, so talented in so many ways!
So thankful she was my mom. Thanks for the comment.
Guts is a good trait for all of us to possess, but I think especially women. It is, after all, the mothers who are called upon to provide so much. Happy Mom’s Day!
It often takes pure stubborn determination (guts) to achieve the things worth while. Thanks for your comment.
Agreed! Life can be hard. Take care!
A wonderful story! 🙂
A victorious one. For that I am ever grateful. Thank you.
that certainly is a brave and inspiring woman!
I appreciate this comment about my mother. Thank you.