Friday, February 14, 2020
Here-not so much. It seems that Steve is working until about 8:30 tonight and then there's the 30+ minute drive home. Last night he was supposed to actually get home "early" (in this house, that means by 5:45-ish). He finally walked in the door at around 6:45.
Plus, there's still this pesky little problem with the pain in my side. While much better than it was a week ago and I'm able to tolerate the spasms and the rest-it is still far from gone.
I guess as you get older these little quirks of nature impede on what should and could be a romantic evening.
Steve did get me some beautiful flowers and his card was very creative! Me, being a totally tech bomb, wasn't very creative and to add to the problem, my computer rendered me unable to even connect to the internet and print out a card. Good thing American Greetings has that ability to set your own delivery dates via e-cards.
So tonight, Steve will be working and eating a dinner I packaged for him. I will be eating last night's leftover burger with some veggies and a baked potato. I am going to try and at least not be so exhausted that I'll be ready for sleep, but I guess that depends on the rest of our 40th Valentine's Day "together".
Saturday, February 08, 2020
Friday, January 31, 2020
Now just a teenager-but one who has a deep voice, stands 6'2" and SHAVES!
It doesn't seem possible. I know it was just last week's blog when I told you all that I became a grandma for the first time. And if that isn't enough to cause me to have a bout of age-related angst, Aidan is about to turn 12.
Aidan is well over 5'7" and his voice is definitely transitioning from little boy to man, but I'm not ready for our older grandkids to enter this stage of life. Nope, not a bit.
Needless to say, both boys are able to look down at me (I am barely 5'1" these days). They're turning into young men who no longer need their grandma for anymore than a ride home 2-3 days a week. I suspect that some day in the not so distant future they will start to drive me around. Especially if my back continues this constant decline.
Sigh. I do have 2 "little" ones left, sort of. Jackson came out of school last week and both Steve and I noticed that HE is now standing at my shoulder level and looking very grown up. Ack! He's also making dad jokes and helping me during our weekly afternoons together.
Bryce is also changing at an alarming rate! We were talking about our breakfasts the other morning when she told me I'd better not be putting sugar into my healthy overnight oatmeal cookie because, "Grandma, sugar isn't good for someone old".
Wow! Our grand-daughter is now a nutritionist at 4.
I suppose I have to get used to the fact that all the grands are growing and becoming more adult than babies. I also supposed I'll have to get used to the fact that our "babies" are into their late-30's. It won't be easy, but like everything else in my life-I'm up for the challenge.
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Friday, January 17, 2020
This week's rant is courtesy of both entities.
As of January 1, Steve's employer switched health insurance companies. That part's okay. This time we didn't have to change doctors of any kind. Good thing! However, it did take me over 45 minutes to check it out and be sure because their website was not exactly clear on who was and was NOT in "my network". Whatever on that score.
However, my pulmonologist's office called to inform me that unlike the previous 3 health insurance companies, this one had not informed Medicare about my primary provider being changed. "You'll need to inform them ASAP or they'll keep kicking out your benefits".
Great. Since all the others had done this particular time-wasting and life sucking job for me I was totally unaware that I had to do it.
But being the person I am I started making calls as soon as I got home from my first medical appointment of the year.
Here it comes people, you've been warned:
First, I called our new provider and spent almost 30 minutes on the phone waiting for someone to help me. That person (after my 5 minute explanation) sent me to be on hold for another 10 or so minutes waiting for the illusive person who supposedly handled this request. Then after I re-explained what I needed, he told me I had to call Medicare.
Called Medicare and was told via recording that "we are presently overwhelmed with calls, please call back at a different time or hold for the next representative." I opted to hold, after all, what else could I possibly have going in my life?
30 minutes of musak later, a person finally came on the line and yes, I told her why I was calling. She told me that wasn't her job and to please call this number-they could help me. So I did, 3 times.
You know why I called 3 times? Because there was a recording that told me, "You have dialed a number that either is no longer in service or doesn't serve your area."
I then screamed long and loud. But I persisted in my endeavor and called my provider back, stayed on hold and yes, I now repeated my story for about the 4th time. That person said "We are listed as your primary." To which I said through very grinding teeth, "I know but someone has to let Medicare know and no one seems to know whose job it is or at least give me a correct phone number!"
He said that wasn't his job to call back Medicare!!!
Then he waited for me to thank him for his "help". I did NOT. Nor did I wish him a good rest of his day because mine was now over and between both places, they made me cranky and I had a splitting headache.
As my spine surgeon said, "You pay them all this money and they don't think that the least they can do is inform the government about a simple change? That's ludicrous."
He's right. I still have a headache. But, I'll try again. At least someone in this triangle is trying to do their due diligence.
Friday, January 10, 2020
1) No one calls you all day-until you decide to take a shower (bath), are up to your elbows in washing dishes or sit down to read a book.
2) You don't need any bandages and/or Band-Aids for over a year (likely more), but as soon as you do get hurt no one's around to help you! There you are with only "spot" Band-Aids on hand. And because it's been years since you've cut yourself-they aren't coming out of their sterile packaging very well. If your like me (yes, just last week), you wrap up the said cut and drive yourself to the appropriate store to buy what you need and worry about "clean up" later.
3) Everything's going quite well UNTIL you need to drive a considerable distance and you take a header. Splat! Now you're sore, bruised and some extremities are swollen but you have absolutely NO choice but to "Suck it up Buttercup" and drive to your least favorite place in the world (for me that's Sky Harbor Airport) in afternoon traffic and pick up your spouse.
4) Dogs will sleep like a rock all night and not move until you've overdone things and really need a night's sleep-then somehow they wake you up and not let you get that restorative rest you desperately need. Or, better yet, they throw up and you're now changing the sheets in the middle of the night while comforting them.
5) For the most part, all is as well as your daily life can be and then you swallow and realize you're about to be deathly ill for the next 2 or more weeks.
I'm sure there's a lot more I could add but I'm still wondering about how fate decides all of the above. If you have any you'd like to complain about-I'd love to hear from you!
Friday, January 03, 2020
Yep, despite the fact that on December 30th at 8 a.m. I was perfectly fine (relatively speaking given my normal health issues) and then I swallowed.
I hate that. One minute I'm looking forward to going to my first TRX class since March and the next minute-literally in a swallow-I'm out for the count. My throat was on fire, my nose and sinuses had me applying my "hot sock" to help the pain on my face, I began to have a fever. The coughing and lung issues amped up by half way through the day.
It was obvious by what I made for what passed as dinner that I wasn't going to my class and I sure wasn't going to make going anywhere for NYE.
Then came what I hate as much as the incessant coughing-the sneezing. By morning I hadn't slept and my ribs were so sore that I didn't relish the every minute task of taking a deep breath.
The week before our daughter Sam and her mom had "it" and felt miserable for a couple of days. I on the other hand was on death's bed being served a LOT of hot lemonade. Plus, with high blood pressure and valley fever the meds that many would take to relieve their discomfort aren't exactly advisable. So I took the worthless Coricidin and relied on my NSAID to bring down the fever.
By mid-day NYE, I just wanted to crawl into bed. Thank goodness I made enough matzo ball veggie soup for our dinner. So there we were, two old people celebrating the last of the decade in bed by 7 p.m.
Happy New Year Darling!
I did sleep somehow. Steve's alarm waking me up at 7. My sinuses were better and the fever was down, but the coughing and sneezing persisted. Plus (I didn't even know that this was a possibility) when I moved my right arm I had the worst pain since taking in that deep breath moments before.
How exactly does one hurt their bicep due to sneezing and coughing?????
Whatever, I still have high hopes for a better year. In fact, a better decade.
Steve's birthday was supposed to be that beautiful ribeye roast in the freezer with Yorkshire pudding and salad along with whatever he wanted for dessert (he's really not a cake person) but even that's on hold.
Anyway, hopefully YOU ALL had a wonderful NYE celebration and a great start to 2020!