Well, this isn’t fun…

Been spending an inordinate amount of time here tonight and I don’t know why.  Haven’t had any signs of sickness, not even a stomach ache so, it has to be something I ate, but, to be honest, I can’t think of what.  Unless it was the licorice.  That’s the only thing I’ve eaten lately that isn’t in my regular diet.  I love black licorice so I bought some.  But, I made it last almost a week, which is good for me.  Hum.  Still, I don’t know…

My TV went out, sort of, this week.  No picture, just sound.  Good thing I had my DVR set to record all my favorite shows.  Will be getting a new, used TV tomorrow, just need to find a place for it.  It’s bigger and older (Analog NOT LED) so it won’t fit where my not working TV is.  I don’t have much room and even less electrical outlets.  But an idea is forming… just have to do some measuring to be sure…

Got my taxes done.  Getting a decent amount back, should help me get caught up on my bills and stuff.

One finally note, next month I have my hearing for my Disability.  So hope I win.  It would be such a big help financially…  Wish me luck.

Now, it’s back to the bathroom and then, hopefully, to bed.

Good night all.

(Not really my bed, but you get the drift…)

Too much – maybe???

Oh dear.  I feel a little like the picture – even though it feels like everything is just pouring down on me all at once, I know that in the end it will be okay.  It’s just getting there that’s the problem.

Tomorrow I go to Colorado Springs for my PET test.  That’s the stress test where they lay you done on a table (well that’s a bit simplistic, but still) and give you some drugs to make  your heart race and then they give you some drugs to calm your heart down.  My Uncle Mike’s gone through it, Mom’s gone through it, and now it’s my turn.  And I’m a little nervous about it.

The hunters are down – dove hunters.  They go home later today and tomorrow.  In the meantime, we have a big “feast”, doves, chicken, potato salad, salads (of all kinds), cakes (several birthdays to celebrate), and ice cream.  We used to have home made ice cream, but no body wants to do that any more except me (and I can’t do it this year).  After the big feast, several of the young ones (Okay, so they’re in their 20s and 30s, still…) take a few hours to help us all out on projects that we can’t do ourselves.  This year, they will be bringing a 2-drawer file cabinet over and putting a ceiling fan in my bedroom.  So, I have to have the bedroom swept (My cat is a very messy eater) and they will move the bed out of the way.  I have 10 foot ceilings.  This will be interesting.

I’ve had to have a talk with my land lady about my rent payments.  Fortunately, we worked out an arrangement that allows me a two month leeway in paying my full rent amount.  Ann is the best.  She was more worried about me than the rent payment.  Almost made me cry.

And I’m doing an fair job of not crying.  Even though I feel massively overwhelmed right now.  It’s starting to look like the first week in October for my surgery.  And I’m still more than a little concerned about that.  But, the more I talk to some people, the less my anxiety is.

And I’m not sleeping well.  I start trying to go to bed at 9 pm.  If I’m lucky, I’ll be asleep by 10:30.  Usually it’s after midnight.  Oh well… maybe after this last test I will be able to sleep a bit more.  Maybe.

Well, it’s getting to be that time.  I need to shower and get dressed and finish getting the trash out and gather up my clothes and head over to Mom’s house for “The Big Feast”.  Oh joy.

When it rains…

Well, the last week and a half has been very…trying.  My car was in the shop to be tuned up; oil change, tires rotated, fluids checked, air conditioning recharged, etc., etc., etc.  The next day, as I pulled into my parking spot at work, it started making grinding noises.  When I went out, after work, to start it, it sounded like something hit the hood and the grinding noise was louder and worse.  I tried to put it in gear, to drive the five blocks to the garage, and it wouldn’t move.  She just sat there and looked at me.  (Read: nothing happened at all.)  So after I called my Mom and sister to let them know, I called the garage.  They came over and towed my poor old car back to the garage.  I rode the bus to Walmart, cause I really needed to grocery shop.  My sister came and picked me up from there and took me home.  That was Wednesday.

My sister was going to Texas over the weekend as a family representative for a family funeral.  The plan, initially, was that I would go to my home after work, gather up some clothes, then go over to Mom’s house to spend the night.  After breakfast, I would come back home, do stuff around here, then go back over to Mom’s house, with my laundry, and stay over night and come home when Cindy got home from Texas.  As I didn’t have a car, I had to ride the bus home from work and then have them take me over to Mom’s, where we were both stuck for the whole weekend.  (We had fun and a good time, we just couldn’t go any where.  And the Sand and Sage Parade was last weekend and we had to miss it.  Oh well…)

On Monday, we help set up commodities at the Senior Center.  That happens at 7 am.  I still didn’t have a car.  Cindy’s car, however, was starting to act up itself.  We got through Monday, and my car was delivered to me at 5:30 Monday evening.  Yea!!!  Cost $500 to repair and here’s why – my car has a serpentine fan belt.  The main gear that “drives” the fan belt, separated.  When that happened, the fan belt hit a pulley and loosened it which in turn hit the water pump and loosened it and knocked out some of the sealant.  It was leaking.  So it took them awhile to get all the parts and, I understand from the mechanic, it was like doing a jigsaw puzzle to get everything in properly.

Tuesday, Cindy called me to ask if I would either go over and give her a jump or take her to commodity distribution.  I took her.  The mechanic, once again, towed one of our vehicles into the garage.  So, for 2 days, again, Cindy and I shared a car.  Today, Cindy called to see if I was going to stop by after work for lunch.  She then told me what had been wrong with her car.  (This needs a little back story.  None of us smoke, so we use the ash tray to hold loose coins.)  While she was in Texas, she figures, driving over some of the rough, dirt roads around Vega, one of the pennies (copper) bounced into the lighter hole.  Once she started driving on smooth roads again, the penny’s constant contact with the lighter igniter caused a short and she lost all the electrical.  The mechanic thought it was funny and kept the penny.  It cost her $60 – for labor.

Then today I talked to the surgeon, finally.  Seems it really is a hernia, a big hernia, but a hernia all the same.  That makes me happy.  However, because I have Atrial Flutter, the doctors and nurses down here don’t feel comfortable doing surgery on me.  So, I have to go to either Denver or Colo. Springs for the surgery.  The surgeon here will recommend a surgeon in Denver, if that’s what I want.  So, I will have a consult with my Doctor on the 21st, and a meeting with a cardiologist on the 18th, then we’ll figure out who I will be seeing and when.  I am so over this and want it done –  now.