One of Those Days.

 One of Those Days.

 

Ok, you know that we have to develop patience. It does not come with the little ones when they are born. The parents learn patience AFTER the baby is born, right? Well, today has been one to try my patience, and the babies are all grown and able to deal with their own little episodes of infuriating impatience. Went to an appointment for 8:20 that actually got me back inside the office about 9:30. Watched all the cute little tech women in green running between doorways looking as if they semi-knew what they were doing. Sat in the chair and had to answer questions that were never asked before; then we did every test plus some. Then the tech sat there and “visited” with me until another tech could get free to do one more test. FINALLY, the eye doctor came in and gave me a real fine headache with his bright, enhanced crystal lights in my eyes. He did say that the pressure was up higher than normal (does one’s temper add to eye pressure?), but he was not ready to do anything about it. The cataract is just sitting there waiting to do nothing. The scar tissue in the other eye is not a problem. So, no changes until he checks it again in July. Meanwhile, the old woman was definitely ready to get out of there.

 

Patty had me take Roxie to the vet yesterday, and it was considered an “emergency” visit, so that cost her $200 right out of the box. She called them this morning and the vet said that the blood work did not show any infection, etc. Patty told her how the dog had been sitting and not running around as normally. So, the vet said she would check her anal glands. It is now 3 p.m. and the vet is still in interviews with another vet. She is supposed to call before 5 p.m. Argh. That means going up there after five when everyone and his cousin will be on that stretch of road trying to get home from work. Such fun!

 

Got a call from Mark Ogle this afternoon. He wanted me to go to Waurika to eat at Bill’s Catfish. But Lowry Mayo had told him that he thought the old woman wasn’t feeling good. Finally told Mark that traveling just didn’t suit me. Here in town is ok. Can always just head back home at my convenience. Definitely not going somewhere with someone else driving. When the plumbing all works, everything is fine. When it does not, the old woman stays at home. And if you don’t understand, you just have not been there yet.

 

My friend Robin Christian posted that her son Joe has had a heart attack (Friday of last week), and he will need to have a valve replaced in his heart. Happen to know what that surgery is all about. It is harder than just a simple bypass. They actually have to open the heart itself up to replace a valve. This is truly “open-heart” surgery. Please pray for Joe and his family. Know that Robin must truly be concerned for him. A mother is always on edge when a child needs help. This will take good surgeons and God’s help. Thank you ahead of time for your prayers.

 

Talked to my nephew Erin a bit ago. His mother is still breathing and the heart is still beating. The doctor is just flabbergasted. They told us last week that when a Kennedy ulcer opened up, that the patient never lasted more than a couple of days. Well, guess what! Anne has proven them wrong. This is one of those situations where—in my opinion—death needs a hand from man. Would not want my children to have to sit and wait for weeks for the old woman to expire. That is just too hard on everyone involved. Of course, many folks who have family with Alzheimer’s disease may feel that they have lost their parent or whoever long before death arrives. Honestly not sure that it is right to use extreme means to keep those alive. Feeding tubes and such are the types of things that my children KNOW that would tick me off in my right mind. It’s up to them if my mind is gone, but being a veggie does not appeal to me.

 

Have been wanting a banana split or something of that nature. No, it is not on that diet that Dr. Blackwell suggested. In fact, it is definitely not something that will help me keep the weight off or my blood sugar down. Sigh. So red bell pepper dipped into the spinach artichoke dip will have to do. Such is life.

 

Have had a few laughs at the messes on FB. We all seem to have an “attitude” right now. Flowers and flutterbys help, but the really good ones include expressing some of those attitudes from the hen house to the corral. Even my hens have had the do-it-up dusty attitudes. They don’t usually fuss with one another, but this morning they all seemed to have the “zoomies.” They took off flying out of the hen house and went half way across the west lot while squawking and otherwise making noise. Then the geese on the lake started flying over with their squeaky wing joints and honks. It was a very vocal performance both on the ground and in the air!

 

Have quietly noticed the usual political garbage. It stinks enough to need the stuff to be covered up in a very large kitty box. D.C. and most of the bigger cities need to find a good litter box that is self-cleaning. Thinking that term limits might stop some of that bad odor. Also, anyone who makes a fortune while in office has to be pretty suspect in my book. If Paul Pulaski can sell all the post offices, then we need to see what his wife chose to do to the mail. Hmm. Not sure if it is old folks like me who despise trying to shop or something else, but our local post office here in WF had to have special-call drivers come in at five the other morning to haul packages out to be delivered from Amazon. Don’t remember why President Trump thought that Amazon was taking advantage of the postal service, but for sure they are keeping the little men in short blue pants busy.

 

Tomorrow is Veterans Day. Of all the battles fought and all the men, women, horses, dogs, and birds that died, we should take at least a couple of minutes to pause and appreciate what they sacrificed for our freedoms. Slowly we have given up too many of those freedoms. We have to have permission to fence our land, permission to plant trees, permission to have animals, and just permission to keep our homes safe. Sitting here shaking my head and thinking about how the laws have changed. The old woman would never be able to deal with an HOA or even the rules of an assisted living place. Some of us are just contrary. Holding up my hand and waving it. Another day to think about freedoms.

 

Let us pray for peace, for healing of those who are ill, for quiet and calm in our cities and homes, for safety for all, but especially safety for our first responders and law enforcement officers. May God heal this nation!

 

Rest well, my friends. You know—you are loved.