Flylady's habit for October is paper clutter. I did so good the first day. I spent the 15 minutes, but then the next 5 days were a total bust. Tomorrow is a day off, yippee!! Maybe I can do some catch up. I need to go over to Mother's & do some mending. A domestic engineer I'm not.
I love to read updates on others blogs, but usually by the time I've caught up on Facebook, Parenting Bipolar Kids & played my online games, it's time to go to bed, or past time & I've not checked email.
Today was my 2 week check up for my gall bladder surgery. I have 3 little incisions & then a slightly larger one in my belly button. It used to bulge, now it puckers. Dr. Broadbent told me that by the time I see him in 6 weeks for my cancer check up, my belly button will be a nice "inny." The puckers & swelling will be gone. He didn't staple me, he sutured me & my incisions are bright red with inflammation. They are not infected. There were a couple that were infected but I washed them with soap & water 2x a day & used Watkins "tit salve" (petro carbo salve) on them. Don told me it would probably be better if I used triple antibiotic salve. So, since I didn't have any, I bought some. The infection cleared up, but Dr. Broadbent said I must be allergic to the sutures he used. Same thing happened when I had the port-a-cath implanted. I don't remember the incision being infected when I had the port removed.
Mother's blood just gets thicker by a point or two every time we go. Now, she's telling me she has lumps. She had me feel one & it didn't feel like a lump to me. She has a doctor's appt with Dr. Carlson next Thursday, which isn't any too soon for me. She also has a recheck on the INR level on Tuesday.
Mufasa has a spiffy new dog house over at Kents. It's made of cinder block & the door faces south. He won't stay in the kennel though, so they've had to chain him up. It's been so wet & rainy & Zach has the flu, so they haven't been able to fix it. We actually can't see how he gets out. Don thinks he jumps the fence.
He looks so good with his coat clipped. I asked that it be left about 2 inches so that he could grow out his winter coat before the snow flies. They quoted me 35$. I warned them that he is a big dog & was extremely unkempt, read matted. It took her 4 hours to clip him because he was so matted. When I went to pay, it was 70$!! I asked to see him. The receptionist told me that she had to lock the door because he had gotten out of the kennel & came wandering out into the reception area. I laughed & said that is why we call him Houdini. We got back to the kennel room, yes room, & he was in a large kennel. I don't know how he got out, but he had not only got out of the kennel, which was wire to the ceiling, but out the door.
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Run, run ...
I had a Little Gingerbread Man day today. The Gingerbread Syndrome is where a day is jam packed with things to do. One of those days when you put a whole week's running into as short of a space of time as you can.
I had to work today. It was a normal Tuesday morning with a twist. The day after a Monday holiday is a pure adrenalin rush. Trying to finish pages that have been left specifically to absorb the holiday weekend's repercussions. Well, this weekend, there weren't any. No accidents, no late breaking news. We had saved 2 pages for sports, only needed 1 and a half pages & even then they weren't "full" pages to fill. So, a couple of fillers went in from Fish & Game. On the page saved for obits, three births that came in over the weekend, a missionary return that just arrived this morning & the Preston School District's announcement that President Obama's address will be taped & shared in the Preston High School library at 6 p.m. Thursday night for any parents & children wishing to view it, were inserted.
In the high school library, no less. I told Don I'm going just to see what subversiveness the president of the United States would share with our school children. I probably won't need to go early either because they're holding it in the high school library, which isn't as small as the old one, but isn't very large either. It reminds me of Nazi Germany, withholding stuff from school children, or shall I say brainwashing the school children. What does this teach our children???
Nick came in at 11 a.m. to talk to me. He couldn't have come at a worse time. Deadline for the paper is at 11 a.m. & I still had 2 pages to go. It's not my deadline either, it's Courtney's deadline & she still had to work on them after I let them go.
I left work at 12:15, with the work baskets uncleared. I had to go over to Mother's, get something to eat & be to DUP by 1. I had not called Nick back, so I called him. He wanted to talk to me. I came home to talk to him. I told him I had to be to DUP by 1, pick up Mother at 2:30 & she had to be to her doctor's appt. in Logan by 3 p.m. I also told him that I'd call the guy he's been trying to get hold of later.
I left the house at 12:55. There was no time to go over to Mother's & get the flag (she's the parliamentarian for DUP) or get either of us anything to eat. I went right to DUP & was a few minutes late. Then I remembered I needed the minutes from May to read. I went out to the car to get them & couldn't find the binder, grrr.
I left right at 2:30, got over to Mother's & she was ready, including the portable oxygen tank. I was pulling out of the driveway when I remembered I hadn't grabbed the inhaler, the discharge notes from Logan Regional Emergency Room from Thursday, Sept. 3, or the 2 new scrips. I went back in, grabbed those & we took off again, 10 minutes late. We had 20 minutes to get to Logan for her 3 o'clock appt. Obviously, we did not make it.
I have detailed Mother's doctor's appt. on her Caring Bridges site. After the doctor's appt, we went to Juniper Take Out for something to eat. Don called to say he was home while we were still sitting at the table. Mother loves shopping at the Dollar Tree in Smithfield, so we stopped there.
Nick called when we were in Whitney, angry because I had told him I'd come home after DUP to call the guy for him. I don't remember telling him when I'd do it, I said later. I distinctly remember telling him my schedule.
We got home & I gave Mother her steroid pill & her antibiotic, gave her an inhaler treatment, found the orange roll Beth Gunnell had sent home from DUP & put the salad, also from DUP, in a covered bowl in the fridge. I cleaned her bi-pap mask, & filled the humidifier for the bi-pap with water.
From there, I went to the grocery store & shopped for supper & got some soda pop. Something I had been yelled at by Nick between work & DUP for not having any. I gave him $5 & told him to go buy his own. He didn't.
I came home, fixed supper & just now remembered I forgot to put my skirt & jacket in the dryer. I thought of it when I went out to the freezer to exchange the 2 cup container of chicken for the 1 cup container. I had called Don & asked him to get a container of chicken with a purple lid out of the freezer. He got a blue lidded container out. It was still frozen, so I just exchanged them, but didn't take time to throw the clothes into the dryer.
Yesterday, on the way to the wedding, I was looking at my navy blue flowered skirt & commented that there was enough cat hair on the hem to knit a new cat. I looked a little further & found a big smear of dried cat poop on the hem of my skirt. I considered how I could get it off & decided to leave it. But, after fingering the cat poop, I didn't want to shake hands with anyone at the wedding either, know what I mean? Once we got to the wedding chapel, I hurried in & washed my hands, but there were no paper towels or hand dryer to dry my hands on. I had to dry them on my skirt.
When we got home last night, I just took my skirt & jacket & threw them in the washer, thinking I would put them in the dryer this morning. Well, it didn't happen. I hope I remember in the morning.
I had to work today. It was a normal Tuesday morning with a twist. The day after a Monday holiday is a pure adrenalin rush. Trying to finish pages that have been left specifically to absorb the holiday weekend's repercussions. Well, this weekend, there weren't any. No accidents, no late breaking news. We had saved 2 pages for sports, only needed 1 and a half pages & even then they weren't "full" pages to fill. So, a couple of fillers went in from Fish & Game. On the page saved for obits, three births that came in over the weekend, a missionary return that just arrived this morning & the Preston School District's announcement that President Obama's address will be taped & shared in the Preston High School library at 6 p.m. Thursday night for any parents & children wishing to view it, were inserted.
In the high school library, no less. I told Don I'm going just to see what subversiveness the president of the United States would share with our school children. I probably won't need to go early either because they're holding it in the high school library, which isn't as small as the old one, but isn't very large either. It reminds me of Nazi Germany, withholding stuff from school children, or shall I say brainwashing the school children. What does this teach our children???
Nick came in at 11 a.m. to talk to me. He couldn't have come at a worse time. Deadline for the paper is at 11 a.m. & I still had 2 pages to go. It's not my deadline either, it's Courtney's deadline & she still had to work on them after I let them go.
I left work at 12:15, with the work baskets uncleared. I had to go over to Mother's, get something to eat & be to DUP by 1. I had not called Nick back, so I called him. He wanted to talk to me. I came home to talk to him. I told him I had to be to DUP by 1, pick up Mother at 2:30 & she had to be to her doctor's appt. in Logan by 3 p.m. I also told him that I'd call the guy he's been trying to get hold of later.
I left the house at 12:55. There was no time to go over to Mother's & get the flag (she's the parliamentarian for DUP) or get either of us anything to eat. I went right to DUP & was a few minutes late. Then I remembered I needed the minutes from May to read. I went out to the car to get them & couldn't find the binder, grrr.
I left right at 2:30, got over to Mother's & she was ready, including the portable oxygen tank. I was pulling out of the driveway when I remembered I hadn't grabbed the inhaler, the discharge notes from Logan Regional Emergency Room from Thursday, Sept. 3, or the 2 new scrips. I went back in, grabbed those & we took off again, 10 minutes late. We had 20 minutes to get to Logan for her 3 o'clock appt. Obviously, we did not make it.
I have detailed Mother's doctor's appt. on her Caring Bridges site. After the doctor's appt, we went to Juniper Take Out for something to eat. Don called to say he was home while we were still sitting at the table. Mother loves shopping at the Dollar Tree in Smithfield, so we stopped there.
Nick called when we were in Whitney, angry because I had told him I'd come home after DUP to call the guy for him. I don't remember telling him when I'd do it, I said later. I distinctly remember telling him my schedule.
We got home & I gave Mother her steroid pill & her antibiotic, gave her an inhaler treatment, found the orange roll Beth Gunnell had sent home from DUP & put the salad, also from DUP, in a covered bowl in the fridge. I cleaned her bi-pap mask, & filled the humidifier for the bi-pap with water.
From there, I went to the grocery store & shopped for supper & got some soda pop. Something I had been yelled at by Nick between work & DUP for not having any. I gave him $5 & told him to go buy his own. He didn't.
I came home, fixed supper & just now remembered I forgot to put my skirt & jacket in the dryer. I thought of it when I went out to the freezer to exchange the 2 cup container of chicken for the 1 cup container. I had called Don & asked him to get a container of chicken with a purple lid out of the freezer. He got a blue lidded container out. It was still frozen, so I just exchanged them, but didn't take time to throw the clothes into the dryer.
Yesterday, on the way to the wedding, I was looking at my navy blue flowered skirt & commented that there was enough cat hair on the hem to knit a new cat. I looked a little further & found a big smear of dried cat poop on the hem of my skirt. I considered how I could get it off & decided to leave it. But, after fingering the cat poop, I didn't want to shake hands with anyone at the wedding either, know what I mean? Once we got to the wedding chapel, I hurried in & washed my hands, but there were no paper towels or hand dryer to dry my hands on. I had to dry them on my skirt.
When we got home last night, I just took my skirt & jacket & threw them in the washer, thinking I would put them in the dryer this morning. Well, it didn't happen. I hope I remember in the morning.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Run, run as fast as you can
The Little Gingerbread Man Syndrome has reared it's head. I've had a busy few days working, caring for my mom & trying to keep up with Nick's current obsession, a 1977 Chevy Corvette.
Don-Mike told him tonight that if he expended HALF the energy on other projects as he has in trying to get this Corvette, nothing would hold him back. He may not have worded it like that, but my brain is on low battery & beeping at me.
Today, I had to be to work at 8:30 a.m., I worked til noon, ran to the grocery store & picked up some Campbell's tomato soup. It was cheaper to buy the small cans than the big cans. The small cans were on sale. I bought 7 cans & some milk. I came home, opened the soup & prepared it in my crockpot, then spent 15-20 minutes looking for the lid, murmuring & muttering the whole time. Never did find the lid, grrrrrrrr. Did I mention that DUP starts at 1? I grabbed a metal Dutch oven lid for the crockpot. Meanwhile I spilled Nick's cold cereal. It was sitting on the table with the plastic inner lining not folded down & the flaps open & it all ended up spilled. Next, I knocked the Cinnamon Toast Crunch off. The flaps were at least folded down on that & I didn't lose any of the cereal. Did I mention that DUP starts at 1? The Reece's cereal is still sitting out there not picked up, grrrr. I forgot about it.
While I was looking for the glass crockpot lid, I called & ordered bread sticks, ran the soup over to Jeanne Cutler's for DUP, & then over to Mother's to pick her up. She decided she wasn't going to DUP. Back to Pizza Villa to pick up the breadsticks. Over to Jeanne's & the soup was still COLD!!! What do you expect in 20 minutes? I expected hot soup.
We put it in a large bowl & stuck it in the microwave. Jeanne had a nice big glass lid to fit on a nice big Corning ware bowl. I told Jeanne as we were working on the soup that I'm almost 60 years old & I'll always be a flibbertigibbet. She told me I need to stop trying to do too many things at once. I laughed. If I haven't learned how to manage my time by now, I never will.
DUP got over at 3, Mother had a doctor's appt. in Logan at 4. Off to the doctor's appt., but first I plugged in the crock pot at Mother's because there was enough soup left over from DUP for us to have for supper. When I plugged in the crock pot, I discovered Jeanne's nice big glass measuring pitcher was still in the crock pot. And then I remembered I'd left the flag at Jeanne's. We made it to the clinic in time.
Home from the doctor's, I dished some soup up for Mother. We had eaten the leftover breadsticks from DUP on our way back from Logan. Good thing we didn't have to be home by a certain time. There was a 5 car pile up by the Hyde Park Maverik light. Traffic was backed up for miles. Reminded me of rush hour in the Salt Lake metro area.
By now, my phone was on "low battery" again. Second day in a row that's happened. Shows how much the phone has been used the last 2 days. I called Don on Mother's landline & asked him to call Pizza Villa & order more breadsticks.
I picked up the breadsticks on my way home, Don-Mike & Nick brought the food in from the car. Mufasa hadn't been fed & so I needed to feed him. With all the fresh, new snow we'd had an avalanche off of the old garage. It, of course, landed right on the back step & the snow hadn't been shoveled. Someone, probably Don, had just walked through it. My legs are short & I can't take the big steps & I fell down, kerplunk. My butt is still wet. It must have taken 5 minutes to get up. Off to the dog kennel. I had taken so long, Don came to find me. He saw me coming, turned around & walked back into the garage. I asked him to wait & help me through the avalanche. By the time I was back to the house, I was sobbing with exhaustion. Nick told me I needed to go to bed. Bed? At 8 p.m.?
So, now it is almost 3 a.m., & I have another full day tomorrow. What was Jeanne's advice? Stop trying to do too many things at once? The Little Gingerbread Man Syndrome is alive & well, until my body crashes from exhaustion again.
Don-Mike told him tonight that if he expended HALF the energy on other projects as he has in trying to get this Corvette, nothing would hold him back. He may not have worded it like that, but my brain is on low battery & beeping at me.
Today, I had to be to work at 8:30 a.m., I worked til noon, ran to the grocery store & picked up some Campbell's tomato soup. It was cheaper to buy the small cans than the big cans. The small cans were on sale. I bought 7 cans & some milk. I came home, opened the soup & prepared it in my crockpot, then spent 15-20 minutes looking for the lid, murmuring & muttering the whole time. Never did find the lid, grrrrrrrr. Did I mention that DUP starts at 1? I grabbed a metal Dutch oven lid for the crockpot. Meanwhile I spilled Nick's cold cereal. It was sitting on the table with the plastic inner lining not folded down & the flaps open & it all ended up spilled. Next, I knocked the Cinnamon Toast Crunch off. The flaps were at least folded down on that & I didn't lose any of the cereal. Did I mention that DUP starts at 1? The Reece's cereal is still sitting out there not picked up, grrrr. I forgot about it.
While I was looking for the glass crockpot lid, I called & ordered bread sticks, ran the soup over to Jeanne Cutler's for DUP, & then over to Mother's to pick her up. She decided she wasn't going to DUP. Back to Pizza Villa to pick up the breadsticks. Over to Jeanne's & the soup was still COLD!!! What do you expect in 20 minutes? I expected hot soup.
We put it in a large bowl & stuck it in the microwave. Jeanne had a nice big glass lid to fit on a nice big Corning ware bowl. I told Jeanne as we were working on the soup that I'm almost 60 years old & I'll always be a flibbertigibbet. She told me I need to stop trying to do too many things at once. I laughed. If I haven't learned how to manage my time by now, I never will.
DUP got over at 3, Mother had a doctor's appt. in Logan at 4. Off to the doctor's appt., but first I plugged in the crock pot at Mother's because there was enough soup left over from DUP for us to have for supper. When I plugged in the crock pot, I discovered Jeanne's nice big glass measuring pitcher was still in the crock pot. And then I remembered I'd left the flag at Jeanne's. We made it to the clinic in time.
Home from the doctor's, I dished some soup up for Mother. We had eaten the leftover breadsticks from DUP on our way back from Logan. Good thing we didn't have to be home by a certain time. There was a 5 car pile up by the Hyde Park Maverik light. Traffic was backed up for miles. Reminded me of rush hour in the Salt Lake metro area.
By now, my phone was on "low battery" again. Second day in a row that's happened. Shows how much the phone has been used the last 2 days. I called Don on Mother's landline & asked him to call Pizza Villa & order more breadsticks.
I picked up the breadsticks on my way home, Don-Mike & Nick brought the food in from the car. Mufasa hadn't been fed & so I needed to feed him. With all the fresh, new snow we'd had an avalanche off of the old garage. It, of course, landed right on the back step & the snow hadn't been shoveled. Someone, probably Don, had just walked through it. My legs are short & I can't take the big steps & I fell down, kerplunk. My butt is still wet. It must have taken 5 minutes to get up. Off to the dog kennel. I had taken so long, Don came to find me. He saw me coming, turned around & walked back into the garage. I asked him to wait & help me through the avalanche. By the time I was back to the house, I was sobbing with exhaustion. Nick told me I needed to go to bed. Bed? At 8 p.m.?
So, now it is almost 3 a.m., & I have another full day tomorrow. What was Jeanne's advice? Stop trying to do too many things at once? The Little Gingerbread Man Syndrome is alive & well, until my body crashes from exhaustion again.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
A temple to their god
It's already Saturday again. Wow! The week went fast. This is what our front yard looks like. Water standing over ice.I worked Monday all day & Tuesday morning, actually until 1:30. I'm supposed to be finished by noon. I stayed an hour and a half to do some research for Rod (editor) for the new recreation complex that the Preston School District is building. I found lots of information over the past year, January through December 2008, on West Side's new free-standing auditorium, but only 4 photo stories of the rec complex. So, I wrote a note to Rod telling him I found a lot of information on West Side's new "temple," but couldn't find any articles on Preston's "temple."
As with most small school districts, sports reign supreme. Someone told me at church one day that Preston School District was building a temple to their god. The analogy tickled me. I've used it a lot. West Side has been working on their auditorium for several years too. They've coveted an auditorium for a long time.
I picked Mother up for her doctor's appointments in Logan, but didn't have time for lunch. We were just pulling into the Logan Regional Hospital when Don-Mike called to see where Mother was. He & Nick had gone to Chester Fried Chicken & bought a family order of chicken tenders to share with her. They know she doesn't get home-delivered meals from the senior center on Tuesday.
We went from the cardiologist at the hospital to Dr. Carlson at the new clinic. He was very concerned about Mother's leg & referred us to a wound clinic at an orthopedic clinic over at the hospital. We went back down to Logan on Wednesday & her wound has to be dressed 2x a day. It also had to be debrided.
On Wednesday, Mother's sister, Maxine, & her husband, Bernard, came down to visit Maxine's "elderly" sibs. They started at Luana's. She had put a hamburger soup on to feed them, but she had visiting teachers(1) coming. Maxine & Bernard went up to Dorin's, their oldest brother, & the plan was to go back to Luana's for lunch. It was getting close to lunchtime, and they weren't back. Luana called Lucy & she said she had a pot of chili simmering & she was going to feed them lunch. Meanwhile, the day before, Maxine had made a big pot of chicken noodle soup & homemade rolls she was going to bring down & share. When she got home from a church meeting Tuesday evening, the homemade rolls & soup was gone. Some of her grandkids had visited & eaten the soup & rolls. Yumm. I told her the good news was that she had something to feed them.
I felt kind of bad. I hadn't made any soup. Mother & I enjoyed Luana's soup Wednesday evening. I'm supposed to cook on Wednesday evening, but I asked Don to call Pizza Villa & see if they'd cook supper for me. I thought that I had time to cut his hair. He's been asking for a haircut for weeks. So, I just got started & got the clippers adjusted so they weren't pulling when I asked what time he was supposed to pick up the pizza. He answered, "7:30." Ack, it was 7:30. I whipped off the hair cutting cape & told him to put a hat on, we'd finish when he got back. At 10:30 he finally remembered that he was getting his hair cut.
Thursday I thought I had to work, but found out I was confused. I have to work next Thursday, Jan. 29. I'll just have to remember that I work the day after the Challenger anniversary. Thursday was busy anyway. I dressed Mother's wound, took lunch money to Eddie at West Side High School, worked for 3 hours & went to Logan to pick up Kim's car & kyped Luana's leftover soup from Mother & used it as the base for meat ball soup.
Friday was another work day & today has been a free day. I'm dressed only because I had to go over to Mother's this morning before her hair appointment & change the dressing on her leg.
(1) Visiting teaching: A program of the Relief Society that enables every woman to be visited in her home and to receive instruction, fellowship, and needed assistance from fellow sisters. Each woman is typically assigned two visiting teachers who visit monthly.
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