Going to some places does not mean that you instantly become better informed, ya know?

We moseyed on over to the doctor’s establishment around nine-ish in the A.M. I was told of the cancellation the night before, in the late P.M. And so we took them up on the offer. First the nurse, Honey, got us situated in the room and quite a while later the PA came in, oh, PA, the Physicians Assistant almost. Lisa the PA said that she was to graduate this August. And so she took my vitals and questioned me on my reasoning for the visit and so I blah, blah-ed her to a near death experience, but we all have to admit that she is or will be finally someone who is supposed to really care about all that I had/have to say, Ta da! Or perhaps, at this late date she may change her major? LOL! Hope not, she did seem to really care. Nah, my incessant talking has had many wanting to kill me I am more than sure, but none have actually done it, my undeniable proof is that I am still here! I think that definitely calls for another Ta da and ha! Basically, what the doc said after calculating the data that was accumulated is that I did seem to need more blood work, four vials full for more, all thyroid, and another A1C, diabetes test, and a couple of others, since I already had that Vampira remove my ruby gold fluid at the lab I gave them the script so I am not quite sure what’s what, but this is a definite that I should also have two ultrasounds, one for my abdomen and the other for the (pyloric?, we all know doctors handwriting…so I’m not clear or I should say it is not clear to read.) and my two carotids ASAP, since this order is dependant on my angels at the medical group that helps these things happen I am currently on hold for now. Gosh, they sure know how to make a gal feel important and cared for…this doc once was a pediatrician but traded up to general practice including his undeniable, Marcus Welby character. Kids, look him up a doctor show, here I will help you out…just copy and paste, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Welby,_MD Although, this wonderful man was trained in the Philippines and is of that persuasion, which make he and Doctor Welby only the same in the way that they love what they do and make you know that they will not let any stone go unturned to solve your problems! And he touches elbows and hugs too! Great guy! No, magnificent! Any-who, we will be knowing more by tomorrow from that special magical place that makes medical issues not so overwhelming for us commoners. Moving on… And so with again too much information of little of your interest…GOSH, did I say that? There I go assuming again…shame on me, hmm? I know that information with details is what we all desire and just sketchy, not quite telling stuff is hard to swallow, but sadly that’s all I got… when the information comes back I promise to be as explicit as someone with my vague abilities can be, okay? On that note of not too much note worthy, but fascinating words, ha… allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Temperature control...

I am experiencing a temperature control issue. Not in our home, within my being. You know when you feel chilled that most normal people have a fever? Well, that’s what I thought at first, but instinctively one would have their temperature taken to figure out if they needed a fever reducer to ingest, correct? And surprise instead of going up; I was going down nearly to 96F, even, how odd? PS Normal is anywhere around 98F to 100F, I do believe. And so I looked it up, and sure enough it is another symptom, not this time of my Multiple Sclerosis but this time my new found out malady, as of November, of Hypothyroidism! Odd how with the MS I am heat sensitive and now with this new thingy I am cold sensitive too, talk about ups and downs, hmm? The last couple of days beside my shoulder being a pain and constant on here, even now, my throat has been causing me trouble too. It feels as if I have glass in my throat and as if I am being strangled, and the glands appear to be swollen. Yep a doc visit is in order and I do have an appointment to get checked out. And so due to these uncomfortable maladies I will be saying a happy good night now, earlier than usual and ask you to kindly count those blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Doing anything with love for a long time should mean something...

And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. We all have ideas in life of what makes us happy, right? Whether it is something so mundane to others or dangerous, or serious or frightful, or whatever… you get the idea… If you love it and know how to do it, I say do it! Of course I have no bearing on anybody else’s choices, only my own. All of us know what makes our joys in life, be it music, reading, writing or watching a movie, maintaining and planting a garden or enjoying a sport, what-have-you. Joy like beauty is in the eye of the beholder I think. So in reality no one has any right to tell you what you should or should not do at any given time in your adult life…of course children are excluded, since they do need supervision and direction. What brought this on, you may ask? Geez, you guys know me so well… but I am in a dilemma in whether or not to blatantly blurt out why I was again explaining myself…You’re right again though, yep, I am about to fess up once again… Every night after posting this essay of mine I do a few things which I have been doing since the option was given to me and that is… I share it to my Facebook page and to Google with my link showing my cartoon logo and the short synopsis of what it is all about and below on, Facebook, at least, I write what I consider my sales pitch to the public to read the blog below it, in the first comment section available. Surprisingly, now, don’t quote me but some, and not intelligently challenged folks, rather very bright folks, because that’s the only type that I know folks…have mistaken my sales pitch for the whole blog? I could be wrong, but I don’t think so… Since they appear to like, and click on that option, what I have said to sell it, but as far as the numbers go on the reading end of the actual blog, if I look right away or a bit after, they do not change! How odd; they should and always do when they have read the blog itself. I do know some people that are not that… shall we say, honest, tell me that they have read it, but unfortunately I do have my ways to find out and so…WATCH OUT! Sounds silly to some I bet, but I really care about the fact that people are honest with me and I really hate being lied to. But you all know that. Which brings me back to tonight’s topic, ‘doing what you love.’ I know it doesn’t matter if anyone at all reads this drivel, since I would do it without anyone ever reading this… you believe that one I have some alligator infested land you might like, bud, dump, bum, but I would really honestly like to know that they might try to read this…and that I mean with all my heart… The paragraphing thingy still has not shown up on this new format, and I am more than sure it has created a more difficult reading challenge, but I am all about challenges, aren’t I? Sadly, my mind does go off in different directions, but yours would too if you ingested as many legal prescribed drugs as I do daily, I would think? Being me, is one of my many challenges, besides all the obvious ones…that go along with my ills. On that note of a bit of a sour note, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? Updates: Mom Clara is still trying to be stabilized as per via cell to cell call to ye ole chum. My shoulder is still misbehaving rudely every-time I am on here too long, and last night my face went very numb with pain in both sides TMJ is not unusual with MS either, and my neuro has periodically checked me for it, well, BOORAH, now I got the symptom too… to go along with all the rest, well not rest, since I really don’t sleep that well, if ever…! I am too much fun, huh? 

I bet that...

Most all of you have more than one email address, hmm? A logical thing to do when you are in business or in school or married or have children or need privacy or secrecy or some other such reasoning that I have not mentioned or even know about…But me, why would I need more than one these days, really? Believe it or not, though, retired bum here, me, who also has more than one email too. I hear you, “whatever for”, you yell! Well, maybe not but maybe you wonder why a wee bit. So I will, as always, explain myself… You see, we had only the one and it was our one and only until we got up to speed with our DSL a few years back, yep we had dial up for years, about a dozen. I know, yes I really do know, dial up is like making a phone call using two tin cans, but at the time the price was right and it seemed like a good idea…oh well… times change and so people can too… and we did, i.e., I did. Nearly three years ago we traded up to this century and bought ourselves some DSL and the rest is history! And we saved a few bucks when we bundled with our landline! Sadly, we no longer have that sultry voice telling us that ‘you’ve got mail’ like in the movie of the same name, circa 1998 with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, how cute were they?…Some things are hard to get over. But I did. Thus the AOL one is not used very much at all anymore and now this other one, ‘YAHOO!’ from switching to the DSL and being told we have all these choices, too confusing, but they have a cheery greeting too. Any-who, two is our limit and can be quite confusing, and so periodically I have been trying hard to notify everyone, friends, family, including stores and non-profits to use just the one, our current one. Somehow, not all have gotten the concept and send duplications of what they want us to know, even some that I got so fed up with I unsubscribe with. My motives were for simplification of this techno thingy to become more streamed-line for me and Hubby. And the process I found is never ending and so on and on I was doing it ala landline today or email from the current one stressing my need to succeed! To most this must seem boring and not that important… but to me it was something to accomplish and as of this minute I do believe the mission has been! Carried out, that is. Only time will tell, but that will give me more to do as in the re-teaching people who wish to contact us to use our landline instead of our cell phones. It all stems back to that, dial-up VS, DSL. When we had dial up we had the landline on the computer and so we gave out our cell numbers as our contact ones. Yes, we both have them due to a deal we have had for years. Moving on… while writing this I have been receiving emails from ole chum about dear sweet Mom Clara and things are causing a nasty roller coaster ride for her and her daughter, i.e. ole chum…PRAY PLEASE and hard, more surgery is being called for, as early as tomorrow, for this dear sweet woman with such a wonderful heart that is now very sick, that is her heart … at ninety-one years of giving of hers…PRAY LOUDER PLEASE! On that note of true concern allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you all to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? JUST IN: Monday, May 7, 2012 6:06 PM Just got a call saying they want consent to do a procedure tonight, that it should be done now, taking pictures through a catheter again in the groin. This after I was told yesterday they wouldn't be doing anything for a few days. My head is spinning. Mom sounds okay though, and I was promised I'd get a call when it is over. So keep praying! Thank you!

Finite...

Finite means limited, restricted, fixed, set, predetermined. While in actuality not much in human realities are… I’ll give you math, measurements and such, but not us, oh no, not us. Although, who knows I may have just committed blasphemy according to some religious sects, with me disagreeing that our fate is not predetermined; therefore not predestined. And for that I deeply apologize. You see, I am of the belief that we are our own fate and responsible for how we turn out, after we are grown adults, that is. Got that? Sure circumstances change and the way that we handle things from one point in time in our lives to another… but that tells me more than anything else that nothing is written in stone. Sorry MOSES! Okay, the Ten Commandments were, but that is not what I mean. The idea that I am trying to express is the one that has been said for years and years… “Stuff happens” that’s all and since that does occur nothing is necessarily going to be a designed plan of what will be. And we at every life’s juncture respond to that ‘stuff’, according to either our previous history in that situation or with emotion, preferably with a level head in either. Now ‘infinite’ is the antonym of finite in its meaning it is unlimited, never-ending, inestimable, vast, boundless, you get the idea; the opposite. And yes, we all have 'good until dates' on our encasements; called our bodies… but most of us still do not know when that will be. I think that is just fine with me, and a bit mysterious. Yes, we all know that insurance people are trained to figure just when something like I am discussing will be, but we all know that is just an educated guess. Tonight, I appear to be having an earlier than before shoulder pain and so this will be ending shortly… PLEASE DON’T CHEER! I know you won’t. I want to write and need to write and so it weighs on my heart deeply that this is happening, but as we all know, stuff happens, hmm? Sleep is not happening either once again, my body temperature has been dropping below 97, as low as 96.1F, which means my thyroid medication is still not right, and I don’t go back for blood for at least another month! It’s crazy, because I am heat sensitive from the Multiple Sclerosis and now I am cold sensitive from the hypothyroidism… truly CRAZY! On this TMI once again, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

What a day!

For many things that many want to celebrate and ogle at, and one that gives us time to pause. Welcome to Cinco de Mayo, the 138th running for the roses AKA the Kentucky Derby and a moon so big that scientists find worthy of a mention! All together this all is something to cheer about! I have looked up a few sites for you to access for the kiddies to enjoy about these particular subjects/topics and if you copy and paste my selections I am more than sure you all will have much to discuss while your own personal enjoyment takes place… http://www.mexonline.com/cinco-de-mayo.htm, http://www.history.com/topics/cinco-de-mayo, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kentucky_Derby, http://sports.yahoo.com/news/why-run-roses-kentucky-derby-moniker-history-fans-114700964--rah.html, http://earthsky.org/tonight/is-biggest-and-closest-full-moon-on-may-5-2012-a-supermoon http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2012/05/120503-supermoon-saturday-closest-earth-tides-disasters-space-science/?source=hp_dl1_news_supermoon20120505 Now those should keep the kiddies busy while you imbibe on those Margaritas and Mint Juleps, kidding of course, no drinking until they go away to college and before they boomerang home! We all know they imitate what they see, or don’t…ours did the opposite. We didn’t drink but we smoked and they never ever smoked but they drank, go figure? Any-who, now we drink and don’t smoke, go figure…or not! Gosh we had it tough this evening trying to decide which occasion to celebrate, but… I chose to shred our last night’s dinner and add some low sodium taco seasoning, and yes there is such a thing, and use up some of our soft tacos to make us a makeshift Cinco de Mayo fiesta with our own trimmings… Hubby and I both had forgotten to purchase the customary beverage of Margaritas and so there is where he has gone at this moment. See, we make our own fun, Ta da! Moving on… The last part of my opening sentence is again asking you to all wish you to prayer for Mom Clara… Here it is, via an email, in ole chums words verbatim, “Saturday, May 5, 2012 4:15 PM Hi, Yesterday Mom had a permanent pacemaker put in because her heart rate wouldn't get up over about 35. Today she appeared to have had a small stroke, not being able to come up with the words she wanted to say, and getting things all confused. They took her down for a CT scan that didn't show any damage, and they think it was from getting into a sitting position too soon, with not enough blood going to her brain. When she was put back into the bed flat she seemed fine. They are checking her constantly. ttysoon,” And so we wait… On those words of pausing let us all remember what is truly important in any celebration the people that we care about… Now allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all kindly count your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Is no news really good news?

While I wait to hear my fate and that of another, a mother, Miss Clara’s that is; let’s chat a bit… Today was, well, rather quiet at our homestead. Oh don’t think I am complaining, no one should complain about no excitement daily, or should we? Nah, sometimes it is better to have not too much going on, hmm? Unless you count the beautiful Gardenias Hubby brought in from the front Gardenia bush it is the one that we planted after the giant live oak was thrown across our front door and driveway after Hurricane Charley, circa 2004. Yep, and it’s a beauty now, Hubby just topped her, like you do with the fruit trees; she was getting up there, probably more than ten feet tall. Now she is about six-six. He trimmed back the under sucker branches too. This is the one that gives you those enormous sweet smelling rose like white blossoms, but no thorns and so Hubby brings them in on occasion to float in my shell shaped glass dish. They fill the air with a dreamy aroma that I love so much that, if you recall I bought the scent in cologne, by Jovan, called Island Gardenia, mmm so heavenly. We all need to spoil ourselves occasionally and I am a minimalist even compared to most of my female persuasions or a cheap date. Even when I was younger I was not one to have to be wined and dined nightly, but now we do that at home, ha! Not always but many times, yes we do… you figure that out… Hubby and I have found things to enjoy without that much fanfare. No, we are not always so boring…I hear you say saying that we appear to be! Actually, I can’t hear you, but as you all know ‘that life happens’, whoa is that poignant or what? RIDICULOUS! Telling people what you already know is not respecting your ability to think for yourselves. Don’t you just hate that? Lately TV has been irking Hubby and I all those talk and magazine shows telling us what we should do or know, when did they become more knowledgeable and more common in the sense department, really? Have you ever found yourself laughing at the lack of thought they think their viewers have? Sometimes I think that many feel what they know is better than what we know for ourselves! And all those divorced specialist that feel that we did not cannot decide what to do without tuning in to in reference to marriage or relationships. It’s like going to an overweight, greasy haired, pimply skinned nutritionist! Many an old-time school lunch lady comes to mind. Sorry, that was harsh, but would you ask one of them to tell you what you should eat. So why do we ask single therapist about relationships or childless ones about child rearing? And feel what they have to say is golden. Talk to me when you have been in the trenches, and have raised a few that have gotten to thirty-six and nearly forty years as well educated, capable and contributing to the world from their own vantage points, and not to mention when you have over forty-one years of marriage under your belts, my dears! As you can see I am rarely boring, annoying I’ll give you, but boring never! Even if I sat all day doing not a thing at all, my somewhat idle brain seems to function on a higher level than I thought would be possible at this point…no, I am not saying that I am smart or any such thing, but I do think and when I think I express that here…oh boy, do I ever! My shoulder definitely is a pain that I do…well that old joke keeps coming to mind, you know the one… “Doctor, doctor it hurts when I do this!” The doctor replies to his impatient patient with calming words of wisdom, but we all know that it is just COMMON SENSE, “Than don’t do that!” Big smile here! On that recommendation of common sense medical advice, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? PS On those two above opening mentioned updates… when I know you know I will share, so hang in there, and I will try too.