tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57990332217377813272024-03-19T14:06:47.747-05:00Typingfool with FibroThe life and times of a former transcriptionist with fibro, inflammatory arthritis, and a myriad of other junk; plus 6 neurotic dachshunds, a husband, 2 kids, and a grandchild. Welcome to Chaos!Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.comBlogger494125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-36279317802314344672015-05-08T02:56:00.001-05:002015-05-08T02:56:11.942-05:00I'm sad and mad<p dir="ltr">On Wednesday there was a story in the news about a toddler who was found in a dumpster in LaVista. Not the body of a toddler, a living, breathing toddler. How much more depraved can a human being get? Even animals don't abandon their healthy offspring, but for some reason someone thought this was a thing they could do. When I think of what could have happened to that baby... turns out, he is 11 months old. What kind of filth did he put in his mouth? He could have been injured or killed by someone dumping something heavy on top of him. The dumpster could have been emptied and he could have been killed. Who knows how long he was in there? I'm disgusted and amazed that someone could have so little thought as to that baby's fate. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Coincidentally, down near Lauritzen Gardens near 7th and Bancroft a female's body was found lying in a ditch. Not so coincidentally, it was this child's mother. Yesterday, an Amber Alert was issued for the older brother, age 5, of the toddler. They thought he may have been abducted by someone driving the mother's silver Jeep Liberty, and they gave the license number. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today, they found the Jeep, abandoned. Now, this is where I get mad... There was no one in or around the Jeep, the 5 year old is still missing BUT THE AUTHORITIES CANCELED THE AMBER ALERT!!! Apparently there has to be a vehicle involved for there to be an Amber Alert. What kind of genius thought that one up? So, theoretically, if someone snatches a child out of a park, its own yard, or a school carnival, and no one sees the kidnapper's vehicle they won't issue an Amber Alert. Or, in this case, they cancel it. What the hell? So we have a baby in a dumpster, a dead mother, stolen an abandoned car, and a missing 5 year old, but no law enforcement agency in the country will have an active alert for the child. Why bother to have Amber Alerts at all then?</p>
<p dir="ltr">On to more pleasant topics. Today was our 27th wedding anniversary! We went to dinner at Legend's, nobody makes a better burger IMHO. We were stuffed when we left there! We didn't do anything special afterwards, went to get Bitsy food, then went to Walmart for Milk Bones, a new, bigger dog bed, and rug shampoo. Married life! It's a thrill a minute! Just kidding - I prefer the old, comfortable kind of love.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Mom and Fred had to help Mickey-D to the Bridge yesterday. So sad. They had him a loooong time. Fred was pretty much inconsolable. He wanted Mick to die at home, but he changed his mind. Poor Mick was really suffering from CHF and a hugely enlarged heart. Poor baby.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Gale got another rescue dachshund to keep Audrey company. Her name is Lady, but Gale wants to call her Lucy, so for now she's Lucy-Lady. She's a standard red, I can't wait to see her. Right now she has an analysis gland that was abscessed, so we'll wait until she feels better.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So, in 6 days I'm going to be 58. Yikes! Next month is my 40th class reunion! Double yikes! I don't feel so bad though. Looking at everyone on FB, I never realized I went to school with so many bald, gray-haired, old people!</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-15358786750823894722015-04-23T01:17:00.001-05:002015-04-23T01:18:17.447-05:00Happy Spring?<p dir="ltr">I thought maybe warmer weather was here a week or so ago. I was wrong. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We celebrated Bob's and Meg's birthdays last weekend. Family things aren't as much fun as they used to be. As we've gotten older, and kids have gotten older, we don't have much in common. B & L didn't say one word to us the entire time. D & S and their kids are much friendlier. Their kids have always been well-behaved and fun to be around, we did talk to them a little bit. </p>
<p dir="ltr">After the other families left, we found out our nephew is in rehab for an alcohol problem. Immediately, his wife was jumped on as the cause. I get so mad at this family sometimes. His wife is the best thing that ever happened to that guy. If it weren't for her, I can seriously see him still living at home, and probably not working. In his entire life he has never been able to keep a job. He has nothing set aside for retirement because he's never had a job long enough to get into a pension or 401 program. He's gotten so much money from my MIL to go to college it's ridiculous. He goes for one or two classes, then quits because he "doesn't have time", which loosely translated means he won't be a millionaire without having to work for it, so he loses interest. He's been doing that since he graduated from high school. He never officially drops the class, either; if he did, he'd get a refund to pay his grandmother back. Heaven forbid that happens! His wife, meanwhile, managed to get her Master's degree. Good thing, since they have 4 kids! All you hear from the family is how selfish his wife is, because he hasn't been able to go to school. Drives me nuts. I don't understand everyone's need to bash her, when she's the one with the drive and ambition to keep the family together. She got an excellent job out of state several years ago and the family moved - since the nephew couldn't find a job here anyway. Now, according to everyone, that's the reason why he's been so unhappy. Oh please... He had a job back here last year that was supposed to be a great job, good pay, good benefits, etc. Once he got here and started working, he immediately started complaining that he had to get up in the morning, drive all the way to work, then have to work until 5:30 or so, then come home and be so tired he'd fall asleep and then have to get up and do it all over the next day! Poor thing! Turns out he was drinking a lot then, plus talking every night for hours with his wife and kids. Steve made the comment that with all the complaining he was doing, he was just setting everything up to quit. Sure enough... He had to take an insurance class to keep the job, but he just had no time to study, because he was working SO hard. Sure enough, he went back home... but that's all his wife's fault too. </p>
<p dir="ltr">See, the thing is, I like his wife, I like her a lot. She's smart and funny and an all around good person, and I hate to be around when this talking behind her back goes on. This isn't the first time this has happened. It seems that when ever the family gets together his wife becomes the topic of the day. I'm sick of it. Plus, I wonder if that's how they talk behind her back, but are SO nice to her face, how do they talk about me when I'm not around? I really wouldn't care at this point. If they don't like me that's fine, saves me from having to go listen to their BS. Just say the word and I'll stay away! The problem is, I know if I say anything or get sick enough of listening to them to say what I really think, then Steve will never hear the end of it, which will cause problems for us - even though he is totally with me on this. Life is never boring, that's for sure...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Amidst all this other stuff, my baby girl turned 34! I'm trying to figure out how that happened. It seems like just the other day she was in kindergarten, or high school, for that matter! Now, it's Hailey who's getting ready to start school! My granddaughter! I'm so proud of Meg! We have our moments, but I love her to pieces. I hope the Lord hears my prayers and she and J get the thing they desire most.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's it for now, I guess. Peace!</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-54711271547668426222015-01-24T00:38:00.001-06:002015-01-24T00:38:03.823-06:00Happy New Year<p dir="ltr">Welcome, welcome 2015! I always feel a bit nostalgic at the beginning of a new year, thinking about everything that's passed in the outgoing year. Good things, like the grand election results in November, kicking the Democrats to the curb; and sad things, like having to say goodbye to my beloved Ben, the longest dog with the biggest feet. I still cry whenever I think of him, but I know he's with all our other beloved furkids, just waiting for us at The Rainbow Bridge. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm hoping for a good year this year. I know every year is a mix of good and bad, happy and sad, and overall it's just what you make it. Precisely at 12 midnight tonight the electricity went off. Right in the midst of drinking sparkling grape juice and a firestorm of fireworks outside everything went black! </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-40175999305990399902015-01-24T00:37:00.001-06:002015-01-24T00:38:05.319-06:00The More Things Change...<p dir="ltr">So far, 2015 hasn't been much better than 2014, healthwise. As a matter of fact, it's worse. I totally weaned off the prednisone. Yay, me, right? Wrong. I've been thinking that my pain was worse because we had some really exceptionally cold weather blast through right after the first of the year. Well, now it's been warmer than normal, like near 60 for a few days, and more warm weather expected next week, but my body is throwing a tizzy. Today, I'm actually having a flare of the PR (palindromic rheumatism) in the top of my right hand. Haven't had one of those in awhile. Ouch. Plus, my pain level has been creeping up a little more every day. Tonight, I'm at about an 8. Dr S did give my old pain meds back, but not the same dose as the Fremont Dr S did. It does nothing. He gave me 30, and I don't go back until May. He only wants me to take 1 or 2 a week. I took 2 yesterday. Crap. Wednesday I got my check, so I went to Walmart for some groceries and a couple other things we needed. Mistake. Big Mistake. Thursday, yesterday, I could barely get out of bed. Today, I thought I was a little better until we went to Hobby Lobby and then again to Walmart, and then I made some brownies and started to make chicken enchiladas when I hit the bottom. Spoons were GONE. The Elders came over for dinner, I managed to make it until they left and I came to bed. I think my only solution may be prednisone again. Well really, I should be happy to look like the Michelin Man, right? </p>
<p dir="ltr">My laptop died today. That really sucks, I mean, really. This tablet is great for looking stuff up and maybe playing a game or two, taking pictures, etc., but to type and enter things for genealogy, not so much. Not at all, actually. I'm afraid it may be most sincerely dead. Last night I put it to sleep (good thing it's not a dog), and today the screen won't come on, and it doesn't connect to the internet. </p>
<p dir="ltr">That's about all the good cheer I can muster tonight. Later taters.</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-91086929213287474222014-12-27T02:08:00.001-06:002014-12-27T02:08:22.061-06:00Happy Boxing Day (A nod to my Canadian relatives)<p dir="ltr">Gas is down below $1.99 a gallon! In Nebraska! Woohoo! I had just under half a tank, went to QT and filled it for $21 and some change. Ecstatic would describe my mood after that. It can keep going down too, that would be wonderful. I wonder if we'll see groceries drop a bit. Usually when gas goes up, so does the cost of food and you hear on the news it's because of "transportation costs". I get that, but I find it odd that the price doesn't go down when oil prices go down. I'm just going to make an effort to watch food prices. Heaven knows they've gone through the roof lately. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sony had their website hacked last week. The CIA or FBI or some other government agency that doesn't know their honey from a hole in the ground said it was North Korea, since the movie "The Interview" was supposed to premiere Christmas Day. It's kind of a spy spoof about these two men who go to NoKo to interview their leader Kim Jung Un, or whatever his name is, but someone contacts them to assassinate him instead. It only saw a commercial a few times, so that description may not be totally accurate, but we've been led to believe the premise of the movie did not go over well in NoKo, so they hacked Sony picture's accounts. In retaliation, we shut down their country's Internet - such as it is. It's so strictly monitored by the government that calling it the Internet is a joke. Today, NoKo says it wasn't them hacking Sony, so we better leave their Internet alone and then some NoKo spokesperson called Obama a "monkey" and now the heat is on. How DARE they call Mr Obama a monkey! That's just racist. No, that is knee-deep ping funny, because anybody with that face and those ears sure does resemble a simean. Too flipping funny. Now let's see what our side says. We're still technically still at war with them. The only signed an aemistice, not a peace treary. Oh brother...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I started doing some research about frontotemperolobe dementia versus Alzheimer-type. That was a little more trouble in than I expected. They actually tell people to get in touch with genetic counselors. It can start younger than Alzheimer's dementia, and act like Parkinson for a bit. If a parent had it, there's a 50/50 chance of their children getting. This is all I need. Steve would really have to take care of me. Don't think he'd like that much.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There you go. Good news, bad news with a smile, and I'm still wondering about the temporal lobe stuff. Too much more to read.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Snowing tonight as we come to bed..... a little lit late jolly old Fatman. Let's see if we can get it done right next year.,</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-18510472449702065892014-12-27T01:19:00.001-06:002014-12-27T01:19:49.249-06:00Christmas 2014<p dir="ltr">I haven't posted much about my fibro lately - rest assured, it's still with me! I have been doing better with the gabapentin, better than I had expected; but then the cold weather came. This past week has been hard. No, bad. Really bad. The past 2 days were cold and rainy, my version of kryptonite! Last Friday Hailey spent the night with us, and we so enjoyed having her. We took her to the ward activity, which was a breakfast with Santa, and she had great fun. When we got home Steve rolled out some store-bought cookie dough and they made some sugar cookies, she wanted to use the cookie cutters SO bad! She and Papa had fun doing that. Magann and Matt came over soon after and they took her home a little after noon. I then lay down on the sofa and slept for 2-1/2 hours. Think she wore me out much? 😊 it was very much worth it! I just had no more energy though. Weird thing about that, the pain is better, but the fatigue is terrible. Maybe worse than before. Poo poo, as Madeline would say.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I got a letter from Westroads Medical last month too - Dr. Snow is moving to a UNMC clinic on 175th and Dodge. Two things. First, I don't like UNMC in any way, shape, or form. I've been taken by rescue squad to the hospital twice, and both times the care I received was terrible. For being "the" trauma hospital in Omaha, they suck. Number two, his Westroads location was very convenient, the new one not so much. I don't want to change doctors again, so I'll deal with it. But I don't have to like it. I go see him on January 14, we'll see what can be done, if anything, about the fatigue. I've also noticed horrendous tinnitus. It's more annoying than anything, but it's really bad at night when we've been watching TV in bed and it shuts off and Steve is sleeping. Even if I have the radio on, set to go off in 15-20 minutes Steve says he can't sleep, so I need to shut it off. Hmmm, he was sure sleeping good enough with the TV blaring. I wonder if my meds are making that worse? </p>
<p dir="ltr">So, that's where I am fibro-wise. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's about 3 a.m., so, if I say "yesterday" I mean Christmas Eve... We ended up going over to Sue and Smitty's for dinner. They had a nice spiral-bound ham with an apple cider glaze (that came with the ham). It was tasty! Everyone opened their gifts and we came home shortly after. It was nice. See? I can be nice! It's sure different not having Meg and Jason around! They'll be getting home on the 30th. They've posted a lot of pictures on Facebook. There's no snow on the ground in Lithuania, Estonia, or Latvia (as far as I can tell from the photos), but it does look cold, duh... They look like they're having a good time and keeping busy. I'll be glad when they get home! </p>
<p dir="ltr">We opened our gifts to each other. I got Steve his tomahawk, a fan for the wood stove, new stove gloves, a dachshund brewery sign, and a small fleece throw with dogs on it. Not one I made, just a small one from Target. He got me a 2 terabyte exterior hard drive. Woo hoo. Now, maybe I can do my Ancestry stuff on the big screen computer! Two terabytes! That's huge! </p>
<p dir="ltr">The only thing putting a damper on the day is that Bob has a terrible cold. I worry about him every time he gets sick. He is 86, and my dad is gone. I'm not ready to lose Bob. Plus, as a rule, elderly people get sick and take longer to recover. Then, mom's memory is about as sharp as a bowling ball. When she first got to Sue's, mom commented on how nice the sweater was. I asked sue if it itched she said it didnt, it was very soft, but it looked hair. I told her she looked like Sasquatsch. Haha ha? We all laughed about it at dinner wanted to know where she got it. Asked her if it was itchy! The whole 9 yards. Just like she hadn't asked because a <br><br><br><br><br><br><br></p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-53564670902860780452014-12-22T01:10:00.001-06:002014-12-22T01:11:40.037-06:00Do You Ever Feel Like a Doormat?<p dir="ltr">I asked Steve tonight if he would just let bygones be bygones with my youngest sister. He told me he needs time to think about it. One thing that I've really come to understand and accept, especially in the past year since dad has been gone, is that life ends all too soon, and all too abruptly. There isn't always time for second chances. I'm also realizing (or admitting, take your pick) that my marriage is a constant game of one upmanship that Steve has to win. Quite frankly, I'm getting tired of playing. Things always go his way, or they don't go at all. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Example. About 6 years ago I said it would be nice if we started celebrating holidays (Christmas and Thanksgiving) as a family and his mom and Bob could take turns going to Sue's and our place. Up to this point, Sue and Smitty had one holiday at their house and we had the next at our place. Well, that went nowhere. Mom and Bob went to Sue's for Thanksgiving and Christmas, only coming to our house for bagels on Christmas morning. Of course this was my fault. Never mind that ever since we got married we ALWAYS went to his mom's, and when his dad was alive we had to go there, too. It didn't help that my parents got divorced around the same time, so dad was with Pam ' s family and we weren't invited, and mom never seemed interested in family traditions. Several years dad has gone with us to Sue's or come here when we've had everyone over here. I've reiterated several times, especially since the kids grew up and had boyfriends, girlfriends, significant others, and children of their own, that I want to celebrate with our own family. It's especially difficult with Marisa sharing custody of Hailey. Still, we have to go to Sue's. Now, it's all the time since she's on oxygen. I don't WANT to go to their house every darn time. Sue's house is smaller, and I just want to stay home when it's cold. I always feel worse when I go out in the cold. How many times do I have to say it before it sinks in? Not to mention loading and unloading the car with food, gifts, etc., not to mention the menu never varies at their house and I think turkey soaked in wine tastes nasty, and so does stuffing inside the aforementioned bird. I try to bring different recipes for variety when we go, but it's always the exact same things cooked the exact same ways. Tradition is fine if it tastes good...</p>
<p dir="ltr">This really is going somewhere, I swear... So when Steve got mad at my sisters about 18 months ago, he told me they weren't allowed in "our" house. To be honest, at the time, I couldn't have cared less. I was dealing with all the repercussions of what had happened, and it was fine with me. Mel and I buried the hatchet before dad passed away, and technically, I'm no longer angry with Missy, but I just can't deal with her. Mel and I have always been close, we still are, so this ban on her coming to my house is getting ridiculous. She's my SISTER. Get over it already. Family is all you take with you into the eternities. I'm just tired of this. I told Steve I didn't want to go to Sue's for Thanksgiving. There is also another issue going on that I don't want to put on a blog, it's a family thing, and I don't enjoy the gossip and stories told about another person close to the family. I love this person and think others should be a lot kinder. I really dislike dealing with the whole mess, which is another reason I don't like to go. Well, I ended up going, even though I would have rather stayed home and had frozen TV dinner. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now comes Christmas and we've been invited for Christmas Eve. Since Meg and Jason are in Europe, and Matt, Margaret, and Hailey are coming over Christmas morning, we're "free" Christmas Eve. Great. So, once again I'll end up going just to keep the peace, while he thinks about letting my sister come over.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I always give in. I asked him to please at least tell me in advance when he and Tom plan on going to a gun show or go shooting. Ha ha ha. Never happens. It's like I don't exist. We had to buy a new carpet shampooer a few weeks ago. First, we went to one store, then he had to go see if it was cheaper at Walmart, which involved going to an unfamiliar store, so we walked, walked, and walked some more, only to find out Walmart didn't have what he wanted, so back to the other store. He never even asked my opinion, what to you think about x versus y? Walked all over both stores in the meantime. I felt like crap by the time we were done. Why did I even have to go? If you're not going to let me help choose what WE are purchasing, go alone! </p>
<p dir="ltr">I just want to be recognized as a person, a partner, someone with half a brain... </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-87836028058204950782014-12-16T23:00:00.001-06:002014-12-18T01:45:29.408-06:00Christmas has begun<p dir="ltr">Yesterday really started the Christmas season, with the smorgasbord at Bethel Lutheran Church. This is the 4th or 5th year we've gone, and this year Sue and Smithy went with us (mom and Bob, of course, take us). It was delicious, as always. I need to find the recipe for the candied nuts. They are so good! This was the first year we've gone to the second meal at 2:30, we usually go at 12:30. They sell the extra meatballs and korve  (Swedish potato sausage). We brought some meatballs, which will be tasty with either boiled potatoes or buttered noodles. Yum!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tonight we has Christmas with Meg and Jason, they're leaving for Europe on Friday, so will be gone for Christmas. Boo! We did have a good time with Grandma and Grandpa Sieborg. Steve made his Kahlua last week, so Carol had a big glass of that, she was very happy when they left. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Tomorrow Steve HAS to put the bed together for Hailey. I moved some of the parts into the hallway in August, I think it was, so maybe he'd get tired of seeing them when he went back and forth to the office, but that didn't faze him. I asked him in November so Kerry could sleep on it when she came over while he was gone hunting, didn't get done. I started asking him 2 weeks ago to do it, when Matt said she could spend the night, and it's STILL not done. I have no idea what the problem is with him. Hailey can't even play with her toys because the dresser is in the way in there. It's just a mess! I need to get the phone number of the guy who fixed Gale's computer to see if he can fix ours. I want to do indexing for Family Search and put Family Tree Maker on it without it crashing. I also think I want to get rid of my scrapbook stuff. I just don't do it like I used to. Right now, neither printer works, so I can't even print pictures! That room looks awful. I'm too busy with genealogy to do all the scrapbooking I have junk for. Maybe I should sell the stuff on eBay or something. It's too much to think about right now. I'm like Winnie the Pooh, my is stuffed with fluff and I can't think.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sarah had her wisdom teeth out today, poor thing. What a way to spend winter break! Lucky girl though, when break is over, she'll be heading to Disney World in Florida for 3 months! I'm a little jealous of that, but having wisdom teeth pulled, not so much...</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-42116708869405262702014-12-01T00:56:00.001-06:002014-12-01T00:56:05.734-06:00What The Hell?<p dir="ltr">When I was single and lived with female roommates I rarely wondered what was going on in their heads. We understood each other. At least until at one point another girl moved in with my roommate and me. I wonder if she is as irritating to her spouse as she was to me. But this isn't about her, it's about my husband. I love my husband, but he often leaves me wondering "What the hell?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tonight I had to get into our joint closet to get another blanket on our bed. Our closet has sliding mirrored doors, but the track is bent, so you can only open it from one side (his). No, this isn't my WTH moment tonight, this happened months ago. Now, I just go with the flow...  Well, tonight in order to get to the closet I had to move the laundry basket for the dirty clothes. So, I leaned over to move it and I found a pile of his dirty clothes RIGHT NEXT TO THE BASKET OF DIRTY CLOTHES. WTH??? Was the basket of dirty clothes confusing to you? Maybe you thought all the wadded up, stinky clothes were clean. Next time, try to hit the hamper. I love you, but I'm not your mothher.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Another famous WTH moment involves toilet paper. If you use the last of a roll, you need to get a new roll. He's been working on it. The biggest mystery is why change the toilet paper roll and then drop the empty roll on the floor for someone, oh, I don't know, maybe  the maid will pick it up for you. Except we don't have a damn maid! His other favorite trick is to leave the empty roll on, but start a new roll and leave it on floor ( See my earlier note about the non-existant maid.) Really, you spend hours in there, and you can't put up a new roll? Maybe not, the TP roll holder has been sorta broken since we moved in. Ten years now, but whose counting?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ambien is kicking in... Later taters</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-88730096683906439152014-11-08T00:31:00.001-06:002014-11-08T00:31:32.787-06:00Good Bye, Dr. E!<p dir="ltr">Last night, I was talking to my friend, Kerry, when she asked me if I heard that Dr. E was leaving AAH, our vet clinic. I was totally gobsmacked. He had been at AAH for just over a year, but was quitting to support his wife in her job. I was so sad, I cried. I love AAH, and Dr. E wasn't the only vet, but he was one of my favorite! Dr Jay and Dr Dave are super vets, and I love them both, also, but after Ben got sick Dr Dave called Dr Jeff into consult because he was recently out of school and had more recent experience in cardiology and internal medicine. Of course, since Ben was my special buddy, Dr Jeff and I developed a great relationship, too. When Ben got to the end of the road, I had called Dr Jeff to ask him if we should increase the dose of something, or if there was something else we could try. He told me we could increase some of his meds, but others were maxed out. Then he told me medical science is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it makes people and animals live longer than they should. He also told me Ben probably was feeling like he was drowning and finding it hard to breathe. It's hard to realize that an animal is suffering and you can't help anymore. All this happened on Thursday, Friday morning Ben ate his breakfast like always, with great gusto, but when Steve put Ben in the bed with me, Ben wouldn't lie down and acted like he was having a hard time breathing and I knew it was time. I'm so glad Dr Jeff was there to let me know it was really time. I know Dr Jay wouldn't tell me if it was time, he'll never suggest someone put an animal down.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, that's why I just have a bond with him. I found out today that his wife works at Conagra! As an accoutant! How's that for crazy? I hope she succeeds there and they don't regret their decision! I'd always use Dr Jeff again! </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-47504830531545939772014-10-12T19:13:00.001-05:002014-10-12T19:14:51.233-05:00Heidi<div dir="ltr">
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Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-67008035190792056932014-09-02T01:51:00.001-05:002014-09-02T01:51:13.656-05:00No Labor Day<p dir="ltr">We went grading today. I love cemeteries, as a rule. I needed some photos from Columbus, St. Edward, and one from Genoa. At one point, we were only 8 miles from Genoa, we should have gone there too. We went to St. Edward first, and I'm so glad we did! </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got there, Steve took 3 names, and I took 3 names, and we started walking the rows. The maintenance man was there working, so when he saw us, he came to our rescue. He knew where everyone was buried. If he couldn't take you to the exact grave he wasn't more than a couple graves off. He was most awesome - but, we didn't get his name! </p>
<p dir="ltr">The cemetery was beautiful! He had mowed half of the cemetery, and was going around each grave with a weed whacked when we left. Like I said, he was great! We got to talking about directories (or lack thereof) in small (ish) cemeteries. He says he has an alphabetized list of everyone buried there, but you don't know how to find the grave, even with a name because there's no map. If St. Edward wasn't so far away, I'd love to help him put a directory together. I'm sure we could figure out how to do it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">After we were done there, we were going to go back to Columbus, but since Newman Grove was so close, we stopped by to see grandpa Anderson's place. It could really, really use a paint job, it was looking pretty rough. They unit a gigantic (for such a small town) church in the big empty lot across the street from the house. Less than 800 people live in that town, ND I bet the place easily holds 1,000 people. I think it would be so awesome to live in a small town like that. Heaven knows where the closest church is, though.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We stopped by the Hope Cemetery in Newman Grove to look for Arvin and Mable Newman (Grandpa Anderson's sister and her husband). No luck, again, no directory or map.</p>
<p dir="ltr">By time we got down to Columbus, it was nearly 5, and we needed to get home to feed the dogs. They get quite testy if dinner isn't on the table at 5!!!! Another day for that!!! </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-67826784374723905962014-08-27T01:31:00.001-05:002014-08-27T01:31:46.096-05:00I have a thinkin' problem<p dir="ltr">For some reason, probably because I've been going to church more often and doing all the good stuff that goes with it, I've been doing some soul searching. In the course of all this reflection I've realized there's one thing I really, really, have a big problem with - I can't forgive Pam. It makes me literally sick to my stomach to even think of her. I absolutely despise her. I know we need to forgive in order to be more Christ-like, but on this subject, I just can't. Not only that, I cannot even imagine wanting to forgive her. That's really bad.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm not saying my dad was perfect, far from it. I know my dad could be an absolute ass without even trying. I still get angry with him when I think of how he basically walked away from his responsibility with his own mother when she was in the nursing home, how he never could stand up for his daughters when we needed him the most, and for being so irresponsible about money and business. He could be rather selfish, too, but still, he loved us and he was my flesh and blood. That goes a long way toward being able to forgive. But that stupid cow he married - I couldn't stand her from day one. She was a first-class weirdo from the word go, and she only got worse. Dad was nothing to her but a meal ticket and a way to get more money. Since dad was a retired police officer, unfortunately, the police officer's credit union was only too glad to give him loans, and loans, and more loans. Scary as it is to think about, he actually had better credit than she did! Without dad's VA loan, she never would have gotten her brand new house in Phoenix. Complete with pool and hot tub. They had the house built for them for Pete's sake, I don't think the ink was dry on the closing papers before she started having dad change everything, from Corian counters to tile floors, removing the enclosed staircase and up ending it up, then new cars (leased at first, then financed through the good old credit union. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I really don't care about all that, it's not like any of us thought we'd be getting an inheritance! But she slowly started to cut do off from us. Her siblings spent most summers keeping the spare bedrooms in use. The grandkids went down for a week in the summer, if they were lucky. I had to laugh when Meg pulled into the garage, hit a refrigerator, and pushed it through the wall of the bathroom on the main floor! WTG, Meg! Steve and I only went once, and I went one other time by myself. I couldn't stand being in her house. We weren't even invited to the wedding for God's sake! Which just happened to coincide with the kid's week to visit, so they had to come home early. If dad and Pam came back here, they stayed with HER aunt, and we'd be lucky to see dad once or twice while they were here. Christmas visits were for spending time with her family. They couldn't have Christmas dinner with us! Oh no, Josie wanted Pammy and Art with them! Let's just forget that Art has 3 married daughters and 7 grandchildren to see. When they moved back here, she didn't want to work. Nevermind that dad was 75 and having a lot of problems with peripheral nerve damage in his legs from diabetes that she helped make worse. Supposedly, she was a dietician, but couldn't figure out dad couldn't eat a giant bowl of popcorn every night before bed AND keep his blood sugar under control. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I guess the frosting on the cake was when dad wasn't to be left alone after his accident with the semi, yet she went to work anyway and left him home alone - nothing in the house to eat or drink. She worked at Wal-Mart for Pete's sake was it beyond her to buy groceries? Apparently it was, because she never did. And let's not forget the time dad fell in front of her colleagues at a Wal-Mart Christmas party. He couldn't get up without help, but instead of helping, she just laughed at him. I wish I would have been there, she would've been cropping teeth for a week. When dad's health deteriorated, she ran off like a scalded dog. Her story was that WE pushed her out. In reality, we offered to help her, since dad had been diagnosed with frontal lobe dementia and she left, saying she couldn't handle it. Of course she kept calling him and telling him she wanted to come home, but we wouldn't let her. Riiiight. There goes increasingly demented Pammy! Make way for the princess! After Mel, me, Bob and Carol and Steve worked our assessment off to get their stuff sold, so dad could have extra money in his account at the nursing home, she called him and managed to get money out of him. FOR THE LAST TIME! Last I heard she was having to work two jobs to pay off the bills. Dad attempted suicide 3 times because of that whore. The first time, after he took the overdose he called her and told her. She didn't care enough to let anyone know what he had done. Instead, he ended up in a coma for 4 days that we thought was going to kill him. She never came to see him or even sent a card. Then she had the gall to complain that she has to work 2 jobs now to pay off some of the bills! Ñot counting the house, they have over 100k in credit card debt. Poor baby. I hope she has to work 2 or 3 jobs to pay the debts off. Miserable excuse for a human being.i hope she rots in hell.</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-72930737430849662012014-08-21T00:46:00.001-05:002014-08-21T00:46:59.595-05:00Happy Birthday Kerry!!<p dir="ltr">Today I decided to pay bills and run some errands. Hey, I know some people do that every day, but not me. So, it was a big day! I found a whole shoebox full of things that belonged to Mel a couple weeks ago, and I've been meaning to take it to her ever since. Today was the day. I needed to get a birthday card for Kerry, then grab some lunch and head to her house. I thought I'd grab some grub for her birthday, since I'm always late getting gifts. I also had to return a book she laned me about Hall County. She and Brad are going to a shoot this weekend in Logan, and a woman who sells the old fashioned clothes will be there and I want Kerry to get me a couple skirts. They are so beautiful. I've seen Kerry's and fell in love. I love to wear long skirts to church! We all wore long skirts back then, me, Dodie, Sudie, and Dorothy all wore pretty dresses to church, along with everyone else. Well, the ladies, at least! I grabbed lunch from Schlotsky 's. When I got to Kerry's, I realized I'd forgotten the book I should have returned. NUTZ! When I got to the back door Kerry was getting off the phone with a friend who had called to wish her a happy birthday. Uh oh... I forgot the birthday card! NUTZ!</p>
<p dir="ltr">The Schlotsky were fantabulous! I love the small original with no onion. Yummy, yummy, yummy... I needed to go to Target and Office Max for some other things, Kerry suggested the ones on L Street. Good idea old bean. We went to office depot, which to Kerry and I is like a guy going to a home-grown place. We looked all over and we found what we wanted . I needed photo paper 8 x10 and 4x6. Kerry had some 8x10, that saved some money! I wanted to get a bunch of notebooks. I ended up getting 4, they were 99 cents each/ buy 3, get 1 free. Not bad, they were 16 cents at Shop last week. When I had no money. It worked out okay. Plus Target had Spam which both Wal-Mart superstore and the neighborhood market were totally empty. At Target I got 6 cans and a giant can of Nutella. I heart there's a shortage of hazelnuts, their predicted crop went down to 40,000,000 tons versus 900,000,000 they usually produce. I thought I better grab a couple but one was enough. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I took Kerry with me to Mel's. The last time I remember her shoebox of things it was still on the table at my house. Right where I left it. I'll have to try it again , next week. NUTZ !</p>
<p dir="ltr">By the time I got home, I also forgot to take a note for Dr Snow to fill out, and to mail my tithing. Normal day for me!</p>
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<p dir="ltr">This evening Rachel was doing some splits with the sister missionaries, their appointment wasn't home, so they came over to my house instead, so Rachel did the lesson! Now they don't need to all come over tomorrow.</p>
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Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-76636466625949529022014-08-01T23:05:00.001-05:002014-08-01T23:05:58.052-05:00I'm Not Lost<p dir="ltr">I have to admit, I've had some days, okay, weeks that have been pretty sucky in the past month or so, but seriously, I am feeling better. Like, really better. No, no, no... I don't think what I've experienced is a "cure", but I wish I had gone to the new rheumatologist long ago. Like last year when my friend, KH, told me to give him a shot. Not literally, of course.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The road hasn't been without potholes, some you could lose a VW in, but I'm getting there. As a matter of fact, today, August 1, 2014, I did not take ANY pain medication until 10 PM. That's right, at night! That's 2200 hours for you military minds. I didn't just lay in bed all day, either! No, sir! Steve was gone until about 12:30, so I did take my sweet time getting up today. It was about noon, but I stayed up late reading, so I slept until 10, got up, let the dogs out, and then went back to bed to read until he got home. You have to admit, bed is the most choice place to read. It's my favorite place... </p>
<p dir="ltr">After Steve got home I got dressed and we went to the company store. We got some awesome deals... The Banquet cheddar broccoli potato bake, which I love, had damaged cases for $2.00. Oh yeah... 24 for $4! The lowest price I've seen at the store has been 89 cents each at Target a few weeks ago; usually $1.00 each at the Wal-Mart Marketplace. We also got six 3 - packs of Healthy Choice frozen yogurt, strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry. I love that stuff! </p>
<p dir="ltr">After we got home we unloaded everything and put everything in the freezer, then we went to Tractor Supply for dog food, then to Wally World looking for a part for the vacuum sealer, then home. We hung around the house until a little after 6, and then went to a fireside at the Mormon Trail Center where they were showing the movie, 17 Miracles. It was an amazing, testimony strengthening movie about the Willie - Martin handcart company, which traveled to Utah in 1856. It was a very inspiring movie, but also very sad. The next time I feel like my life is impossible, I want to remember the hardships these people went through and what an amazing amount of faith they had that God would not desert them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes, people died, but not because God didn't love them or didn't hear their prayers; but because they had so much faith their burdens were lifted so they could return to Him. The miracles that kept the rest of the company alive were just that - miracles. If I had been watching the movie at home, instead of with about 200 other people, I would have cried a lot more than I did. Awesome, awesome movie! This is one movie I want to see again. I must own it!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now we will see how I feel tomorrow. I did take one of my old pain meds when I took my bedtime meds. I wasn't pain free and I was too uncomfortable to fall asleep, but I feel GOOD!</p>
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Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-48742513306734174962014-07-04T23:59:00.001-05:002014-07-04T23:59:59.154-05:00Kaboom!<p dir="ltr">Celebrating the 4th of July in our own way. Three years ago tonight we took Hailey to her first fireworks show. She was 10 months old and slept through the whole thing! We sat on Maple Street at about 140th and watched the fireworks from The Champions Club golf course. Tonight, we stayed home. No fireworks for us, but plenty in the neighborhood. I guess that's just a sign of our old age. We should have gone, the weather today was gorgeous, breezy and cool... Nice. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We started the day with a waffle and pancake breakfast with strawberries and blueberries at church. It was a nice breakfast, but a bit too early for my taste - 8 a.m.! Yikes! Meg has borrowed my car for the past couple days, so she brought it back and spent the day with us. Steve smoked a brisket YUMMY! Tom came up and helped Steve take out another one our dead pines. I loved those trees when we moved in, they shaded nearly the whole back yard and kept the house nice and cool. They were so pretty and lush, you could always smell pine outside on the back porch. Now there's another one gone, one more dead, and another one mostly dead. That will be the end of the beautiful pines... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, Tom stayed for dinner, Meg was here, and mom and Bob came over. Mom had baked a red cake to make up for the one she didn't make for his birthday since she was recuperating from surgery, but she used canned frosting - which had gone bad or something... she apologized for not having one about 100 times. Brought plates, which were for the cake that she couldn't bring because of the frosting... okay by me, but I know she was disappointed. Then she spent 10 minutes talking about how good the brisket was and how she'd never had brisket before... which, of course, she has had - at our house. I know, I forget a lot, too. Sometimes I have more patience than at other times. It was a great day, and a wonderful dinner.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just a small personal message here. I love my country, love the freedoms we enjoy here... I never, ever thought in my lifetime this country would be in the mess we're in now. We have no leader, at least no one with the leadership skills that are needed for this place in time. The whole world is going to hell in a handbasket, and our so-called president is playing golf or on another multi-million dollar vacation with his worthless family. It disgusts me. HE disgusts me. I'm afraid for my children and grandchildren, afraid and sad. I hope we truly get rid of this piece of work in 2016, that he hasn't managed to totally decimate the Constitution and eliminate the two-year limit. I pray every night that we can rid this country of the infestation of evil from within. I truly hope the morons that voted for Obama simply because he was black (well, half black), don't vote for Hillary Clinton simply because she's a woman. I'm not even sure she's half a woman.... End of rant. </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-71049458958986897992014-07-04T23:12:00.001-05:002014-07-04T23:15:09.109-05:00Potpourri<p dir="ltr">I've been working really hard to try and give this Tramadol a fair shake. I've been using only Tramadol, twice per day, just like he took me. When I called for the appointment today and I just got fed up. I have the pain, take the meds, nothing works. I don't notice any change in my pain level when I do take it.Lets hope we get to try something that can help. If he wants. Maybe percocet or Anvenza. Anything will help. Except shots, but when the pain is bad I'll try anything.<br></p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-68297938581880883262014-06-28T01:12:00.001-05:002014-07-04T23:13:56.565-05:00Sleepless in Omaha<p dir="ltr">It was another sleepless night last night. I hate not being able to sleep. It's not like back in my reckless youth when I'd work all day, go out with friends, and then decide to drive to Minneapolis, get there early in the morning, run around all day and finally crash into oblivion for 4-5 hours and be ready to go. It's awful. I take all my meds, get into bed, we watch a couple episodes of Parks and Recreation, Steve cons out, TV shuts off... I close my eyes and try to empty my head..... Nothing. I check my watch, a little after midnight. Close my eyes... Bitsy, our mini dachshund, inches her way up from my feet, slowly, slowly, until she's ready to jump up on Steve's pillow. I catch her, put her back on her blanket and lie down, close my eyes... immediately a line from some song starts repeating itself over and over and over in my head... Who sings that? I get up, Google the lyrics to find out the band. Great. Now I can sleep. Check the time, 1:22 a.m. crap. Close my eyes... Start thinking about how awesome it was that my dad saw angels in his hospital room before he died. Uh oh... I miss my dad! My eyes start leaking and tears are running in my ears. If only Ben were here... Now the tears are really coming and my nose is starting to run. I'll never have another dog that I'll love the way I loved him. S tasting to sob, so I get out of bed, so as not to disturb Steve and sneak into the bathroom, trying not to wake Heidi and Buttercup, because they'll think it's morning... I finally quit crying, blow my nose, wipe my eyes, and go back to bed. I close my eyes... The jukebox in my head starts all over, I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin', like a whirlpool, it never ends. I'm so dizzy... NO! I sit up to check the time. Almost 3 a.m. what was in that Ambiem bottle? Sugar pills? CRAP! I heard Buttercup snorting and walking around.... who do you build me up, build me up, Buttercup Baby, just to let me down..... shut off the music in my HEAD!,,,, I just want SLEEP!!! Now it's almost 4 a.m. only 2 hours until steve will wake me up when he gets up. It got quiet, the voices in my head start talking again. No, I'm not schizophrenic, either... obviously, no sleep tonigh</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes a little sleep can go a long way. Unfortunately not just tonight. At least I'm yawning tonight!,,<br>
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<p dir="ltr">I didn't do anything today. Wait, that's a lie, I put away the dishes Steve washed yesterday. That's it. I didn't really even get dressed, just put on a longer lounger sort of thing so if I had to take something out to the recycle bin my knickers wouldn't show. BWA HA HA! </p>
<p dir="ltr">I called the doctor today, but didn't hear back. I forgot to call him until after 3 though. I know, I know you have to wonder how I forgot to call the doctor about my pain meds when I'm in so much pain, but that's part of the problem... when the pain is bad my brain turns to absolute slush. I can't remember anything - and I do incredibly stupid things. I had gone out to the kitchen to answer the phone earlier, it was my friend, India. We chatted a bit and I decided the wooden chairs were too uncomfortable to sit in, so I walked back to the bedroom and had just gotten all settled, with the dogs all around me (all the while talking to India) when I suddenly thought "Oh, I left the phone in the kitchen. I want it back here in case the doctor's office calls..." I was out of bed before I realized I was ON THE PHONE! I need a keeper...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rolling Hills Ranch called again today to see if Steve and I would be interested in moving in. Boy howdy, would I ever! prepared meals all day, every day, housekeeping once a week, no stairs, laundry on the same level, nice neighborhood, what's not to like? The only problem is they don't allow more than one small dog, and we have too much junk to get rid of quickly. I'd love to go through the storeroom in the basement, but I'm too afraid of the spiders I'm sure are lurking in there. I've seen two in our bedroom recently. Well, okay, one was in the bathroom, but it's attached to the bedroom. Yesterday Steve brought up clean laundry for me to fold and he put the basket in the tub for me to do later. I didn't do it today, and now I'm pretty sure the Arachnid family has moved into the basket and I'm afraid to fold the clothes. I hate spiders worse than snakes. I mean if I see a snake outside I'm really on its territory, right? But spiders have no sense that they're trespassing when they're in MY bathtub in MY house. Cheeky little freaks. I hate them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Took a Hydrocodone tonight before going to bed. I want some relatively pain free sleep tonight. At least for an hour or so. Tomorrow I will get out of bed, maybe even get dressed and 《gasp》 try a short walk. That is, IF I feel better. Here's hopin'! </p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-54920273828537466962014-06-08T23:27:00.001-05:002014-06-08T23:27:55.522-05:00Tramadol - No bueno.<p dir="ltr">Is the weekend <i>finally </i> over? I must call Dr Snow's office tomorrow and either increase this dose, try something stronger or just freaking shoot myself. Went to run errands and go to the store with Steve yesterday. MIS-take. Then my nephew came over about 8:30 and was here until 2:30 a.m. I don't mind, we love him to pieces, but I should have gone to bed about 10. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Obviously, didn't make it to church this morning. Actually didn't make it out of bed until about 2 p.m. There was no way I was going to get out of bed with the pain I was in this morning. Seriously. Oh. My. God. It was bad. Took some Tramadol when I got up - nothing. Meg and Jason came over to watch a Formula One race, then Sue called and came over, (which finally caused me to HAVE to get up), then Tom stopped on his way home from a race in South Dakota... it was a busy afternoon, and I really was so not feeling like being gracious. Had major heartburn, which gave me a sore throat - although as I wrote this I Had a sneezing fit and my nose is burning.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Meg and Jason stayed for dinner, which Steve cooked, and it was fabulous! They left, Steve did the dishes, bless his heart, and then mom and Bob came over. I had finally taken another Tramadol, so I couldn't keep my eyes open. Why doesn't it work that way any other time? By the time they left, I was wide awake. Now, more pain. More meds and hopefully, sleep. Please. Sleep...</p>
Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-29896031108156937422014-06-08T23:08:00.001-05:002014-12-27T01:20:04.869-06:00Friday<p dir="ltr">It was a long day today - er, yesterday. I had an appointment with my rheumatologist on Thursday. He agreed that 13 years on Hydroondone was enough and switched my pain meds. I can't say the new one is exactly a roaring success. I woke up this a.m. about 6:30 and couldn't get back to sleep because there was no comfortable way to lie down. Got up and took one of the new pills. It took until almost 8, but I did finally manage to get back to sleep for about an hour. One good thing, my hands were pain free for several hours. It didn't last, but it was nice. 😊</p>
<p dir="ltr">Steve got off at 1:00, summer hours, and went to cut wood at Tom's new house. I worked on genealogy until he got home around 5:30, and then we went to Jason's Deli for dinner. I did cheat a little, took half of a Hydrocodone about noon with no help, so took another Tramadol at 3. Nothing. When Steve got home I was in the midst of one of my cold flashes, so he took a shower before we went out. At about 9 p.m. I took another Hydrocodone and that was it for pain pills today. I can't hardly hold my tablet to write this, my hands are hurting so bad. What to do? He only prescribed one Tramadol twice a day. No way is that going to work. I'm going to try a whole meloxicam instead of a half and see how my stomach handles that. I'll call his office on Monday if things aren't better. I really like this doctor. He LISTENS to me. I hope that doesn't change! I know it has to be hard to have his job, nobody goes to a rheumatologist unless they have to. It must be wah, wah, wah all day.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When Steve and I got home tonight we watched a YouTube video of a lecture at Stanford about depression. It was really interesting. I wondered as I watched it if Steve realized how much of it related to me. Both of my parents have been/were diagnosed with major depression - so was I, years ago. Fibro and depression go hand in hand. You're depressed because of the pain, and the pain gets worse because of the depression. Then you add in the grief I still feel for dad, and Ben, and the other dogs we lost in the year prior to dad's death, and I'm a mess. Then you add in Nell and Carole both being so sick, birthdays, anniversaries, Mother's Day, the memorial service at the police station and the one that I'm now feeling bad for skipping at the nursing home, and I'm shocked I'm functioning at all. </p>
<p dir="ltr">After that, we watched Big Fish, a movie with Ewan McGregor and Albert Finney. That was a mistake. I kept remembering bits and pieces, but I couldn't remember the end. Then came the end, and I realized I hated the movie, that's why I couldn't remember it all, I didn't watch most of it the first time because I didn't like it. The end is SAD. Very sad. I wish I would have remembered that much, so I could have avoided it tonight. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed... it was awful, and Steve, bless his heart is not a great comforter. I will NEVER watch that dawned movie again!</p>
<p dir="ltr">To top it all off, Steve went out and checked the raspberries tonight and the raspberry bed is overrun with poison ivy. Isn't that lovely? I'm afraid to eat the berries, being so close to the poison ivy. I'm weird about that...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Looks like hopefully we'll see Hailey on Father's Day. That'll be fun! I bet she'll like my tablet.... That all the news that is news... be good to yourself, don't depend on anyone but yoyrself to be responsible for your happiness!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Mindi 😂🐼🐧🐪🐯🐷🐒🐵🐜🐌♉♉♉♉</p>
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Children are our hope the future will be bright, aren't they?Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-22664092573240126092014-05-30T00:27:00.001-05:002014-05-30T00:27:35.946-05:00Feminism?I was sitting here working on genealogy and for some reason my brain took a side track and I started thinking about feminism and all that goes along with it... I'm totally not a feminist, I'll admit to that right now. No problem. I absolutely believe God made men and women different for a reason and He knows a lot more than I do.<br />
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I get the whole "equal pay for equal work" and all that, but I think the real problem is we've forgotten what our purpose is on this earth. I don't think women were created to be farmers, construction workers, cement workers, firefighters, (dare I even say it?), police officers, mail carriers, garbage collectors and fighter jet pilots. Already I can hear some of my friends cursing at me, but I'm serious. I know women who do almost all of these jobs, and for the most part they're very, very good at it - some are even better than the men doing the same job, but I don't believe that's what GOD wants women to do.<br />
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How many times have you heard someone say, "Oh, those were the good old days"? I've said it myself and I meant it. Back when I was young - and even before that - mom was home all day raising her children and taking care of the family home. (Quit groaning...) It wasn't all drudgery, now was it? There were quilting groups, ladies church groups, bridge groups, and other things women did while the kids were in school and the Dear Old Husband (DOH) was off earning a living for his family. It worked, didn't it? Every Saturday morning, the neighborhood was buzzing with lawnmowers when dad got up. Mom's had their hair up in kerchiefs (maybe rollers), outside shaking rugs, and kids everywhere were bemoaning the fact that they couldn't go outside to play until their rooms were clean!! Everyone had a job and everyone knew what it was, didn't they? Mom's had a nice, home-cooked meal on the table and after dinner the kids got to fight about whose turn it was to do the dishes. After dishes were done (and before that for the lucky ones who didn't have to do the dishes) kids were outside playing with their friends until the streetlights came on - in the summer it was 9:30 or so. Bedtime during the school year was 8:30 at our house - some of my friends had to be in bed before then and I always felt sorry for them! Ah, that was the life! Summer days were so much fun! Outside from as soon as you got up until dinner, and then back outside until dark. I loved summer!<br />
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I know that life wasn't so perfect for everyone. There were some divorced moms out there who were trying their hardest to provide a good life for their kids, but divorced dads more than likely paid their child support back then. Occasionally (I personally didn't know a single one) there was a never married woman with a child to support, but they were really few and far between. There was a home for unwed mothers in Omaha, I remember. Girls who got "in trouble" usually gave up their children for adoption back then, since abortion wasn't legal. It had to have been heart-wrenching for those girls, but I'm sure they blessed more couples than they realized. My grandmother was a single mother and she worked hard her entire life. My grandparents divorced when my mom was 14, and they were roomers more often than not. Grandma worked at least 2 jobs the entire time I was growing up. She worked as a secretary at an insurance company, a sales clerk in a department store, and an admitting clerk in a hospital. It was hard, but she did it. She never did remarry. As far as I know, she never, ever took a dime of public assistance or received food stamps. She was healthy and she could work - those things were for slackers and bums, not for good, strong, healthy, God-fearing people. They had lived through a terrible time of war and depression. They knew the value of hard work and an honest day of work. They were thrifty and they all watched out for each other. Neighbors watched over neighbors. If we did something wrong and our parents didn't see us, but the neighbors did, they didn't hesitate to tell our parents or take matters into their own hands. If we got in trouble in school, heaven help us when we got home with that dreaded "note from the teacher". In our house we knew we'd be in more trouble when we got home. Teachers had authority second only to mom and dad. I wouldn't even think of sassing back to a teacher! That's the world I grew up in.<br />
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As I got older and had children of my own, I can look back and see society changing. Bra burning, draft card burning, peace and love, and all that jazz. Parents in general gave more to their kids because the parents knew first-hand what it was like to go without. Kids got cars in high school so they didn't have to ride the bus. A lot of them were barely worth licensing, but if you worked a part time job to buy the car, maybe mom and dad would pay the insurance, so all you had to do was work for gas money, at about 30 cents a gallon! There were a lot of things going on in the work force too. A lot of moms were going to work, leaving kids to come home to empty houses. Dinners weren't homemade so much, convenience food was the big deal. Kraft macaroni and cheese, BoyArDee spaghetti, Hamburger Helper, all of these were dinners in the 70s.<br />
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Okay, I'm getting off topic, I know. I guess I just miss those days. Now days, most moms and dads work.Nobody is home when the kids get out of school, who can afford anyone to watch the kids. The older kids can watch the younger ones. It's not surprising to see kids who are only 10 or 11 watching their younger siblings in the summer, all day long. What kind of childhood do they have? Who is teaching them? Nobody has manners anymore. Kids still in diapers swear like adults and their parents think it's "cute". Several years ago I knew someone who had a 4 year old child who wasn't potty trained yet. When the mom was asked about it her comment was she has to work all day, she didn't have time to do it! When did it become okay for parents to think someone else should teach their children the basic life skills? When did it become okay for a kid to swear and threaten a teacher? Now days parents sue the teacher and/or the school if a child is reprimanded in school. Everything is always somebody else's fault. If you have 3 or 4 children without being married, well, it's because you couldn't afford birth control and the government pays you for each child you have, so why work? Why have any self control? These people and their partners have no self respect. <br />
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I know, I know, how does this all relate to feminism? Because mothers aren't mothers anymore. Father's aren't fathers, and kids can't be kids. Moms are out there trying to prove they're as good as a man - for what? At what cost? People are getting married later, and women put off having children until they're sure their careers are solid. They take 6 weeks off (maybe) and then the infant is off to the daycare so mommy won't lose her foothold in the corporate ladder. Women who don't work and do stay home with their children are denigrated and looked down on by mothers who work for "just" being a mom as if the SAHM isn't contributing to society. I believe that those SAHM are contributing more, in fact. They get to be teaching their children 24/7, they get to actually watch their children achieve their milestones and are right there cheering them on. Many moms take the opportunity to homeschool their children - how awesome is that? They can teach character building to their children. They can teach self-respect, honesry, morality, and give the kids a sense of worth, you can'take buy that. They actually get to raise their children instead of hoping and praying the person who they entrust their child with is worthy of that honor. Children learn respect, self-control, and the value of life. Stay at home mom's get to teach their children how to be good parents themselves in the future. I have to imagine children brought up by their parents are more secure in their life, knowing they're loved and feeling nutured. Look at our society today. Many young people mistake sex for love, being a single mother is no longer the exception, it's the norm. Having multiple children with multiple fathers is viewed by society as no big deal. Young adults seem to be missing that pride in getting married, having children, and raising a family. It's become much too commonplace for young adults to move in and out of their parents' homes like there's a revolving door, and our government encourages it. We need to raise our children, not the proverbial village.<br />
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I believe if God wanted women to act, think, behave, and do the things men do He would have created just one gender capable of doing everything. He didn't do that, did He? Our bodies are different, our temperaments are different, and we can't procreate by ourselves. Women should be embracing who they are and spending less time being like men. Men are pretty wonderful in their own right. If we as women would allow ourselves to be women and let men be men maybe life could be more like it used to be.Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-65444684687477532612014-05-26T01:55:00.003-05:002014-10-12T19:19:10.334-05:00Law Enforcement Memorial Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Me adding my rose after the ceremony</div>
<br />Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799033221737781327.post-31527800698052047262014-05-26T01:49:00.000-05:002014-10-12T19:18:08.010-05:00Hell, Or Something Like ItThis past week was, without a doubt, the worst week I've ever had in terms of pain - length and severity. In retrospect, it's been a trying couple months and this week was just a culmination of everything. Yay.<br />
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The Law Enforcement Memorial service was held on May 15. Dad's name was read, since he died this past year. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, I think. It wa<br />
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I woke up a week ago Saturday with my hands and feet just burning up, my sure sign of a flare. Then my MIL ended up back in the hospital with complications from her gallbladder surgery, and it went downhill from there. It was like riding a roller coaster between pain and feeling okay, but it would just hit in waves which sent me back to bed on and off until Saturday this week. I've never had 6 days of feeling so bad in a row before. Once you get fibro, you never have what used to be a normal day, but this past week was hard to deal with. I made it though. It was held outside, but it was cool and windy. Missy and Tony got there first, so they held places for everyone in the front row. In the sun. Not good - sun exposure had always been my nemesis. The ceremony was very moving. Garry Grand was a speaker, and he mentioned dad by name. That was hard. He was supposed to be our escort up to the memorial to put a rose in the wreath but Me land I decided to just let Missy do it. She loves attention, let her have it. I dislike Garry more than I need attention. Afterward, at the luncheon, she and Garry sat apart from the rest of the family. All her kids were there - they sat with us. We all went to the cemetery to leave the yellow roses we got. It was too cold and windy, plus Sarah had to be at work shortly afterward, so we didn't stay long. Meg and Jason were there for the whole thing, but not Matt or Margaret. It would have been nice if Steve would have gone, but he didn't. Bob wanted to come, but mom was still in the hospital... at last it was over.<br />
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There's a memorial service at the Vet's home tomorrow, but I'm not going. Garry and Wendy are going. No thanks. I'm done for this year. It's 6 months today (well, actually yesterday, I'm just up late... Six months. I never imagined it would be this difficult. Never.Mindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532018311283700685noreply@blogger.com0