Another Train Wrecked Day

100_2544 It all started when I made the huge mistake of getting out of my recliner.   I have

I mean, I had some shelves next to my recliner where I kept a lot of things I work on at different times.  Also there were my Nooks (I have two of them) some candy bars, fudge, a pile of recipes that I plan to put in notebooks, yarn, just everything I need at my side for when I want to use it.  So back to getting up.  My body got up but my brain decided it didn’t want to, so suddenly I found myself on my butt, wedged between the shelves and the recliner with the trash can cradled in my lap.  Don’t even ask.  I have no idea how it happened, but as soon as I realized what anyone would see if they walked in at that moment, I started laughing.  I mean, really, how did I manage to get the trash can in my lap?  I absolutely don’t know, but it just struck me as so funny that all I could do was laugh.  I tried about three times to get back up, and each time ended up falling again.  I finally realized I would have to stop laughing so hard and focus on grabbing hold of the chair to get back in it.  Mission finally accomplished, but when I sat down in the recliner I still had the trash can cuddled in my lap.  So…more laughter.  If anyone had walked in at that point I would probably be off to the funny farm now.

100_2542 Finally got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Managed to knock this stuff off the counter while trying to get a fork out of the drawer.  Now someone just tell me that doesn’t take a special kind of talent.

100_2548 After all the trouble of getting the fork and a serving spoon out of the drawer, I got my casserole out of the fridge.  And PLOP!  Lunner hit the floor.  As tempting as it was to grab a chicken thigh from the top, I resisted, grabbed the paper towels instead, and cleaned it up.  Stomach growling all the time, and me almost crying because I really wanted some of that casserole.  Well, it was good yesterday when I first tried it.

100_2549 To add insult to injury, I opened the fridge again and my container of apples, cranberries and sweet potatoes fell out, and the plastic container broke.  Of course it had to.  It was one of my favorites.  This time I had to use more paper towels and then a mop to get the sticky stuff up.  It still feels sticky, but I may have to throw some sand or something like that to get the sticky off.  Or maybe cornmeal, since I don’t have any sand.  Hummm, I wonder if I could build a sandbox in my bedroom?  Nah.  I want to turn it into a container garden.  Maybe put some grow lights in the ceiling light, and plant some herbs and stack them around in here.  I could leave room to get to the computer, now that it’s working again.  Had to call the techy guy to get the blog to work.  He fixed it for me.  Something about a broken link.  Whatever.  It seems to be doing okay right now.  Guess I’ll know more when I try to post this.

Anyway, back at the ranch, the therapy person came again and we walked down the hall.  My camera was in the little carrier under the seat of the walker, and I went all the way to the floor to ceiling window on the end.  You have no idea how hard that was for me, because I have a horrible fear of heights.  But when we got there I looked out and saw all the trees in town, so I pulled out the camera. 100_2545 100_2547 I once heard Owensboro referred to as the city of trees, and looking out that window I can see why.  Of course we’re also known for our barbecue.  But this time of year, I prefer the fall colors, so I’ll leave you with them.  No train wrecks outside the big window.



Back With A Vengence

allergies As you can probably tell,  I’ve been nursing my allergies for a week or so.  Still have the darn headache, but I’m tired of letting it rule me.  I’m taking charge of my life again.  RIGHT NOW.   I really told my head that time, didn’t I???  Sure wish it would listen to me, just once.

I’ve been hangin’ in my recliner, since I really can’t lie down in bed, even though my bed will adjust up and down, like a hospital bed, but a really great looking one.  My thanks to my sis-n-law, Marcia, and her sis Susan for gifting me with that.  When my head clears I can get in that bed and raise my head up and adjust my legs up and even get a good massage while I read myself to sleep, but for some reason, when this head thing happens the only relief is the recliner.  Not really relief, but no pressure to try to sleep there.  And right now I’m really jazzed.  Been up about 70 hours now, have eaten maybe two meals, but didn’t really enjoy them ’cause I am having some swallowing probs right now, so I’m running on overdrive.  Later tonight it’ll probably be crash and burn.

spoonful This is the best medicine I’ve found for allergies.  Leave out the valium, and drink the bottle of vodka.  Of course the morning after wouldn’t be much fun.  I experienced that once in my life, but believe me, once was enough.  And I was stupid enough to do it on a week night, so had to go in to work the next morning a bit hung over.  My BFF and I called it an office party, meaning she had the key to her uncle’s office, where she happened to work, we got our hands on some very illegal (for us at 18) bottles of “likker”, and invited a couple of guys we knew to the party.  Apparently we left the office in a huge mess, because when I heard from her the next day she said there was a lot of cussing going on when she went in that morning, and the bag of ice we bought had melted all over the upstairs office floor, and some kinda leaked thru it onto her uncle’s desk. My only problem was trying to explain to my dad that night why I had to call him to come pick me up and take me home, because she had my car keys, since I was unable to drive.  She then took off with one of the guys, leaving me behind with the other one who wanted more than I wanted to deliver.  That was before I threw up on his shoes.  At that point he left too.

Oh, the memories of that night.  I think that was the night the headaches really started to bother me.  And I haven’t really touched a drop of alcohol since then.  And there’s a big blue bridge here in town that I’ve decided to sell while I’m at it.  It’s undergoing some construction at the moment — I think.  A barge rammed it during the spring or summer and it sorta broke.  I didn’t have anything to do with that though.  I read about that one in the paper.  I was here at home when that happened, happily destroying my own place.  The bridge was someone else’s train wreck.

sorry grandmaThey interrupted my headache today when they announced that Bingo had been cancelled tonight.  Really???  Like I care about bingo???  At least they didn’t try waking people up early to tell them about it.  When I first retired and could sleep in there was an announcement every morning at 8:30 telling everyone what was going on all day.  Thankfully they print out a calendar now, so that is unnecessary.  Now they only disturb my peace when they barge in to inspect for bugs or clutter.  I always pass on the bug inspection, but the clutter depends on whether I’ve fallen lately or not.  Fall in the kitchen — shelves are down and everything on the floor.  Living room?  Shelves down, everything on floor.  Bedroom?  Dresser overturned, or closet door shoved out of place and clothes on the floor.  Bathroom?  Not much to drop on the floor there.  Usually just hit my head on the wall or the tub, or the door.  Don keeps asking me if he’s going to have to pay to have some cracks in the wall repaired.  I’m pretty sure someone dropped him off on our back door steps.

Well, I have a date with a Netti Pot right now.  If you don’t know what that is, don’t ask.  I’m pretty sure you really don’t want to know.


Think It Was A Quiet Day

Not too sure tho.  Maybe lost last brain cell and don’t remember.  Did straiten up the shelves.  Called Irene to help.  She made me sit down while she did rest.  Had to take future “garden” out of window.  Fire Marshal might not like window blocked.  If he thinks I’ll jump out window if apartment catches fire he’s crazier than me.  Sixteen floors up?  No way Jose.  More afraid of height than of fire.  Know how to avoid getting burned too bad, but jumping out window?  Don’t know how to do that without breaking lots of bones.

Stupid bug man came in this morning to look for bugs.  Woke me up.  Brought spray thingy with him.  Looked disappointed when no bugs to spray.  Think if he had tried to spray that thing would have kicked him where it hurts most.  Living pesticide free here.  Clean without pesticides, only vinegar, soda, hydrogen peroxide.  No chemicals.

Little old ladies Now this is living.  Love spun sugar on stick.  Love sitting under trees, but around here get bird-bombed when sitting under trees.  Not much fun washing out of hair and clothes.  Don got bird-bombed once.  Spent more time than Gina working on hair before leaving for school each morning.  Left house looking perfect.  Came back in a minute later.  Said he got bombed.  Had to wash hair again, go thru all the trouble to make hair perfect for high school girls again.  So glad those days are over.  Most of time anyway.  Sometimes wish clock could be turned back, but then brain starts working again.

Just found Medicare card thought I lost.  Had it replaced, so will keep this one in case lose the replacement.  Always losing things.  Usually lose things in plain sight.  Really sad, huh?

Curiosity Reminds me of when Don and Mike were babies.  Don wouldn’t have done that though.  Gina would have pushed Don out.  Tried to pull him out of crib when he was first put there.  She had been in real bed for six months, but when Don was put in crib she grabbed his foot and yanked, yelling “that’s MY bed!”  Tried to tell her she was in big girl bed but she just went over to heat register, pulled pants down and peed in register.  Got on my last nerve, so just broke down and cried.  Hubby came in for lunch, asked what was matter, and all could do was point at her, still squatting there.  He took over there,  I went to bed.  Think he fried a baloney sandwich for lunch.

Don’t think things like that happen any more, but sometimes can be any port in a storm. If my body was a car This pretty much says it all.  Best advice?  Stay young, or keep a sense of humor.sense of humor Without the sense of humor might as well curl up and die.  Find something to laugh at every day.  Most fun is laugh at yourself.  So do something silly.

Just remembered, haven’t fallen all day.  Must be a record or something.  Not in bed yet, so could still happen.  Hope that didn’t just jinx me.

Going to grocery tomorrow.  Should be fun.  Tell you all about it then.


Train Wrecked Sunday

I’ve decided it would be better for me to stay out of the kitchen.  And the bedroom.  And the living room.  That leaves the bathroom.  I’ve fallen in there, but that room’s necessary.

100_2378 This is my oven glove.  Repaired with duct tape.  Don’t ask, cause I don’t know.  Just got it three weeks ago and already has a hole in it.  I should but stock in the company that makes duct tape.  Use it for everything.  Only problem — it leaves sticky gunk behind on things if I take it off.

100_2385 That’s what fell off shelves when I backed power chair in them.  Put part of stuff on chair seat.  Then just sat down and contemplated my navel.  Think I’ll have to empty all shelves and re-stock them.  Looked good when first built them.  Everything had a place and I could find it all.  Now have to shift stuff around and still can’t find it.  Soooo, just get it all back in order and stay out of there.  Wonder if I can get meals on wheels?:  Probably get run over by the wheels.

Won’t show what my foot looks like.  Ran over it with chair.  That takes special talent.  Don’t feel it.  Feet are dead, but when I look at it every night it looks really yucky.  Probably lose toenail.  Makes me want to say “ouch”, but it doesn’t hurt.  Just looks like it should.

Guess I know what I’ll be doing tomorrow.  Well, part of tomorrow.  Have to go to grocery first.  That’s always an adventure.  Kinda fun to see what I can hook my chair on each time.  Don’t need watermelon this time, so won’t be pulling that bin down aisle.  Maybe the onions.  Or the mangos.  They’re on sale this week.  And avocados.  Always find them in a bin.  This could be fun.

Falcon nesting Always wondered if I could do this.  Bet I could if I still drove.  Power chair doesn’t go fast enough to gain the momentum needed to make a leap like this.  Used to love to drag race.  Something about that rush when you beat the guys.  They hated it when a mere girl beat them.  Loved the strip mines for that.

Well, back to the kitchen.  Burned my hand when I got fish out of oven.  Went right thru the duct tape.  Have to put a few more layers on it.  Or get more oven gloves.  At least burns don’t hurt long.  One good thing (?) about MS.  Bad thing though is constant headache.

Well, have to go see what else I can destroy tonight.  Have knocked down set of shelves in living room, fallen and knocked stuff off shelves in kitchen, in addition to what the chair knocked off when I backed into them.  Took out an entire fence row once when trying to back car down driveway.  Guess I should just admit I can’t back anything up.  Never could parallel park either. But yes I can that says it all.