Not good news from my friend Vicki - She went for her 3-month checkup. The tests show two new places in her lungs. She is having an eval today and the dr will call with results.
PRAY! PRAY! PRAY!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
EXHALE?
In the movie "Waiting To Exhale," one of the characters says when everything is "in line" and all is good, she will finally get to "Exhale." She seems to indicate that she can't relax until everything is good and on an even keel. Then and only then will she finally get to exhale or relax.
After being so in debt and on edge for many years, I am finally able to "Exhale," so to speak. God has provided a way for me to live with my son, have a small amount of money in the bank and out of the RED. PRAISE THE LORD. Ween and I are so blessed to be able to favored by God.
I know it's been over a month since I wrote, but there is so much to do and not enough "well" time. Julie, Mary and Mock have all been so generous with their time in helping, but still...
Eye doctor appointment this morning, lasted almost 2 hours. It only took 15 minutes to "measure" and check my eyes, but the remainder of the time was "wasted" on filling out forms. I thought she was trying to get something published. AND, if that wasn't enough time down the toidy, they will read the papers to me again when I have the surgery. FUN, FUN, FUN. I don't know when I've been so excited with anticipation.
We go to MAYO tomorrow for 3 appts - back, diet, and surgery. I am getting tired of doing that trip. I'm getting tired of Drs, in general. I'm just "SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED."
Mock took Ween to his place because we will be gone 10-14 hrs and I don't like to leave her alone that long. She loves him but she's never been to his new place. I'm sure she will miss MOMMY.
My friend Barb, from Kentucky, sent me some new clothes for an early birthday present. 4 or 5 interchangeable tops and pants, 2 heavy warm-up suits, and new earrings. She felt sorry for me having to live in an igloo, thus the reason for the sweats. I've always suspected Charles was readying his place to become a Butcher, or meat locker salesman as the thermostat is usually VERY, VERY low. He has compromised - It's usually reading 70-73. I can ALMOST live in that.
Life being so short, I have to hang my new clothes and fold some old ones. (I already miss Ween.)
After being so in debt and on edge for many years, I am finally able to "Exhale," so to speak. God has provided a way for me to live with my son, have a small amount of money in the bank and out of the RED. PRAISE THE LORD. Ween and I are so blessed to be able to favored by God.
I know it's been over a month since I wrote, but there is so much to do and not enough "well" time. Julie, Mary and Mock have all been so generous with their time in helping, but still...
Eye doctor appointment this morning, lasted almost 2 hours. It only took 15 minutes to "measure" and check my eyes, but the remainder of the time was "wasted" on filling out forms. I thought she was trying to get something published. AND, if that wasn't enough time down the toidy, they will read the papers to me again when I have the surgery. FUN, FUN, FUN. I don't know when I've been so excited with anticipation.
We go to MAYO tomorrow for 3 appts - back, diet, and surgery. I am getting tired of doing that trip. I'm getting tired of Drs, in general. I'm just "SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED."
Mock took Ween to his place because we will be gone 10-14 hrs and I don't like to leave her alone that long. She loves him but she's never been to his new place. I'm sure she will miss MOMMY.
My friend Barb, from Kentucky, sent me some new clothes for an early birthday present. 4 or 5 interchangeable tops and pants, 2 heavy warm-up suits, and new earrings. She felt sorry for me having to live in an igloo, thus the reason for the sweats. I've always suspected Charles was readying his place to become a Butcher, or meat locker salesman as the thermostat is usually VERY, VERY low. He has compromised - It's usually reading 70-73. I can ALMOST live in that.
Life being so short, I have to hang my new clothes and fold some old ones. (I already miss Ween.)
Friday, April 05, 2013
TO MORROW
It's finally here - moving day. It seems like a long and short time, both. His choices of everything are so beautiful.
THE DAY
Having so many good days, having a bad one is really strange. I feel rotten today; nauseated, achy, headache, you name it, it hurts. That used to be the norm. I'm glad it isn't any more. When they do come, I'm not ready for them.
This won't publish. I just had to tell someone. I'd like to go get some ginger ale, but I'm afraid to drive because of the vertigo and the headache.
UPDATE:
Today was an okay day - had to take a pain pill because of the hurting. Don't like to do that because it makes me so groggy. It may have to do with the weather. I don't know. I can't complain because God has been so tremendous to me. Each and every day He provides for me. Thank you God.
This won't publish. I just had to tell someone. I'd like to go get some ginger ale, but I'm afraid to drive because of the vertigo and the headache.
UPDATE:
Today was an okay day - had to take a pain pill because of the hurting. Don't like to do that because it makes me so groggy. It may have to do with the weather. I don't know. I can't complain because God has been so tremendous to me. Each and every day He provides for me. Thank you God.
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