Yeeeehaaaa!!! Finally!!! My Man came through his pacemaker surgery just fine, had me worried for sometime, but all's well.
Althought I do wish they could have warn us that the stuff they use to knock you out can constipate the hell out of you!! Now I know why Old People always talk about their bowels, trust me when I saw the hell My Man went through, it was enough for me to buy stock in Metamucile.
No wonder they use to say "an apple a day keeps the Doctor away".
Well he's finally resting and so far things seem to be ticking just fine, follow up appointments with the Doc will tell us for sure.
But now I can breathe a bit, at least I don't have to worry about fatal heart attacks.
Now to deal with those Krappers at Social Security. GGGrrooowwlll!!
On the Prowl
Friday, March 25, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Finally!!!! FORWARD MOMENTUM!!!
Well we finally got forward momentum. Medi-Cal in their infinite wisdom finally O.K. my Man's pacemaker surgery!!
And not a moment too soon, he had a couple of cardiac insidents, which all we could do was adjust his med's and plenty of bed rest. Now the Doc's are lining up the surgery ASAP as we (or I) speak (or post).
No miracles I ask. We just want to prevent him from droping dead. To have him live to see his son graduate from college, be some sort of success, get married or committed and have grandchildren for my Man to enjoy. And maybe indulge a little in his hobby--rebuilding lionel trains.
To go back to work the Doc's say is going to be impossible, because of his other medical problems, but it will improve his quality of life---and that's all we ask. That Aint' Much Lord!! Now is it?!
On ward and Up ward!!!!
And not a moment too soon, he had a couple of cardiac insidents, which all we could do was adjust his med's and plenty of bed rest. Now the Doc's are lining up the surgery ASAP as we (or I) speak (or post).
No miracles I ask. We just want to prevent him from droping dead. To have him live to see his son graduate from college, be some sort of success, get married or committed and have grandchildren for my Man to enjoy. And maybe indulge a little in his hobby--rebuilding lionel trains.
To go back to work the Doc's say is going to be impossible, because of his other medical problems, but it will improve his quality of life---and that's all we ask. That Aint' Much Lord!! Now is it?!
On ward and Up ward!!!!
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Spring is just around the corner
Mean kitty is not feeling so mean today.
Why you ask? Well last night my bro calls me up and says "Pancake breakfast tomorrow morning at the church. I'm buying" now who can say no to that.
So I bundle my Man into the van this morning and we have a nice breakfast with the relations, discussing what's happening in our lives all the ups and downs.
I realized one thing, my bro and I are talking together about things better than before---mainly because before our Dad died he said to us "What ever the two of you do Don't fight, talk yes but don't fight and always talk to each other don't hold a grudge. I've seen more familys break up on account of some small thing when all one has to do is talk and get the feelings out honestly without fighting---remember when you Mom and I are gone you two will only have each other for blood family."
And Dad was right--we've had tiffs but we've found that to just back up a bit helps and of course my talking to his wife and saying "My brother is not hearing me, or do you know where he is coming from on this?"
It works.
Now early this afternoon I sat on the front porch of my house and looked up and down the narrow street, the trees that are planted here are in bloom with white blossoms, and green leaves are sproting out. My neighbor across the street her plantings are in full bloom with yellow daffodils and red tulips. Come April the snowball tree she has next to her front steps will bloom then in May the wisteria that she has arching over her drive way.
Of course it makes me sneeze like hell and my eyes water but dang it's purty.
My man is feeling a little better but I'm keeping an eye on him just as one of the neighbors kittys is keeping an eye on a bug that is moving too fast for it.
It's a good day all the way around and now this kitty is going to take a nap---cause my bro invited us over to his house this evening for bar-b-que ribs.
Purrrrrrrrrr.
Why you ask? Well last night my bro calls me up and says "Pancake breakfast tomorrow morning at the church. I'm buying" now who can say no to that.
So I bundle my Man into the van this morning and we have a nice breakfast with the relations, discussing what's happening in our lives all the ups and downs.
I realized one thing, my bro and I are talking together about things better than before---mainly because before our Dad died he said to us "What ever the two of you do Don't fight, talk yes but don't fight and always talk to each other don't hold a grudge. I've seen more familys break up on account of some small thing when all one has to do is talk and get the feelings out honestly without fighting---remember when you Mom and I are gone you two will only have each other for blood family."
And Dad was right--we've had tiffs but we've found that to just back up a bit helps and of course my talking to his wife and saying "My brother is not hearing me, or do you know where he is coming from on this?"
It works.
Now early this afternoon I sat on the front porch of my house and looked up and down the narrow street, the trees that are planted here are in bloom with white blossoms, and green leaves are sproting out. My neighbor across the street her plantings are in full bloom with yellow daffodils and red tulips. Come April the snowball tree she has next to her front steps will bloom then in May the wisteria that she has arching over her drive way.
Of course it makes me sneeze like hell and my eyes water but dang it's purty.
My man is feeling a little better but I'm keeping an eye on him just as one of the neighbors kittys is keeping an eye on a bug that is moving too fast for it.
It's a good day all the way around and now this kitty is going to take a nap---cause my bro invited us over to his house this evening for bar-b-que ribs.
Purrrrrrrrrr.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
I can't take the stress anymore!!!
O.K. I am now in an intensive 3 week computer training course because my business is finally upgrading EVERYTHING!!! Looking at a computer screen for 8 hours a day is pushing my eye strain and giving me head aches!
I need an economy size bottle of asprin and Tums. I'm stressed because of this and worring over my Man's heart condition (he had two brief pains in his chest today) and we are still waiting for the O.K. for the pacemaker and we've got the SSD hearing and then on top of that my eye doctor wants me to come in for an eye exam the day before the hearing.
I'm not in control of my life!!! Everyone else is pushing me around---O.K. an eye appointment is important even I know that--but I still feel that I'm being pushed around.
And on top of that not only am I stressed but I'm depressed--O.K. they say you can't have it both ways but damn it I had a birthday today and nobody but nobody remembered, even my Man. Oh yeah they remembered my fellow co-worker, somebody gave her flowers and somebody else left her a nice small birthday cake. But me--just pushed aside, old trash, like an old dog or cat that is no longer cute or cuddly, but still does the job even when negelted, hoping for a pat on the head, something to acknowledged one'self but it never comes but you keep hoping.
Hell I don't even treat my dog that way, she always get acknowledged and pets and rubbies, and little treats and I talk baby talk to her and gentle huggies, as well as clean water, walkies and good healthy food and tugs of war and catch and fun things until we're both tired.
Of course my Man had his chest/heart worries, and when he asked me why I was down, I told him--of course he felt like Krap--and I felt like Krap telling him, I didn't want him to have a guilt trip--but he did ask and it's better to tell the truth. And no money to even plan on an little treat, no even going out to a nice dinner.
****sigh****I feel like I'm giving and giving and giving but nothing is coming back in return.
****sob and sniffles*** I'm going to bed, I feel too miserable to watch even Jay Leno. I'm just too wrung out.
I need an economy size bottle of asprin and Tums. I'm stressed because of this and worring over my Man's heart condition (he had two brief pains in his chest today) and we are still waiting for the O.K. for the pacemaker and we've got the SSD hearing and then on top of that my eye doctor wants me to come in for an eye exam the day before the hearing.
I'm not in control of my life!!! Everyone else is pushing me around---O.K. an eye appointment is important even I know that--but I still feel that I'm being pushed around.
And on top of that not only am I stressed but I'm depressed--O.K. they say you can't have it both ways but damn it I had a birthday today and nobody but nobody remembered, even my Man. Oh yeah they remembered my fellow co-worker, somebody gave her flowers and somebody else left her a nice small birthday cake. But me--just pushed aside, old trash, like an old dog or cat that is no longer cute or cuddly, but still does the job even when negelted, hoping for a pat on the head, something to acknowledged one'self but it never comes but you keep hoping.
Hell I don't even treat my dog that way, she always get acknowledged and pets and rubbies, and little treats and I talk baby talk to her and gentle huggies, as well as clean water, walkies and good healthy food and tugs of war and catch and fun things until we're both tired.
Of course my Man had his chest/heart worries, and when he asked me why I was down, I told him--of course he felt like Krap--and I felt like Krap telling him, I didn't want him to have a guilt trip--but he did ask and it's better to tell the truth. And no money to even plan on an little treat, no even going out to a nice dinner.
****sigh****I feel like I'm giving and giving and giving but nothing is coming back in return.
****sob and sniffles*** I'm going to bed, I feel too miserable to watch even Jay Leno. I'm just too wrung out.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Mean Kitty's got a Headache
Hey!! I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this place--NOT!!---I've just been busy. You know BUSY!!
As in holidays, family events and dealing with the rats at Social Security--Yeah them! My main squeeze can't squeeze anymore--meaning that the poor guy has got congestive heart failure--real bad. Doc's say that he has a 50% chance of dying in 5 years--he's on pills right now, but he needs a pacemaker---what we call the "Dick Cheney Supermodel" ---most of them do only two functions , keep your heart beating and jump starting it incase it stops--that's the type Cheney has--But my guy needs one with a third wire to keep the damaged part of his heart functioning.
But the only thing the doc's can promise is that my man might have a slightly better quality of life and stand a chance of living longer----BUT--yeah BUT--here we are trying to get his lawful social Security Benefits and those burucratic rats deny him--TWICE!! And we've got three doctors --two of which are heart speicalists--who say he can't work--he's disabled--if he works he will DIE!!! Drop Dead and kick the Bucket!!!
And yet these buracry (sp) rats who have their collective heads up their butts say he can work--these people who have never seen him, never knew him--and yet they hold this power of life and death over him. And he's been paying into the system for nearly 40 years since he was 16, and they deny him what is rightfully his!!!!
And yet (and here is where I get very NOT PC) they give--just give to illigal immigrants everything they need but it's our money they are giving and these illigals are not paying into the system!!!!!
But GAAAWWWDDDD HELP YOU if you are an American born citizen or a naturalized citizen and ask for help from the Govement---They treat you like SHIT!!!
Well now we are going before a Judge after nearly 3 years of struggle---And by all that is in Heaven and on Earth and in HELL, my Man better get that which is his by LAW!!
The only person you can trust for health and retirement is yourself--the social security system is so screwed up and is used so improperly that for what it was orginally meant to be used has been twisted with the politicans diping their fingers into it.
The only way to get it squared away is one--everyone--Yes EVERYONE has to contribute into it, and yeah you can have your own retirement fund but you've got to contribute.
Second only if you are an American born citizen or legally naturalized citizen can you apply for it--the only exception is children under the age of 18 of illegal immigrants--I can be resonable--why should they have to be punished because their parents are breaking the law.
Third simplifly the system--cut out all the bullshit--if you can no longer bring in an income because of illness or old age you are intitled--if you are disabled and two doctors say you are, then you are intitiled. Gee think of all the fat we could cut out of the system.
It's giving me a Headache--my man and I are not asking to live like JLO or Paris Hilton (the tramps)--all we want is a modest home, a car that works, be able to pay the bills and be able to take a simple camping trip once in a while, are wants and needs are simple. That's all we ask to be allowed to live without fear and worry.
But the Government won't let you. The Krappers---
As in holidays, family events and dealing with the rats at Social Security--Yeah them! My main squeeze can't squeeze anymore--meaning that the poor guy has got congestive heart failure--real bad. Doc's say that he has a 50% chance of dying in 5 years--he's on pills right now, but he needs a pacemaker---what we call the "Dick Cheney Supermodel" ---most of them do only two functions , keep your heart beating and jump starting it incase it stops--that's the type Cheney has--But my guy needs one with a third wire to keep the damaged part of his heart functioning.
But the only thing the doc's can promise is that my man might have a slightly better quality of life and stand a chance of living longer----BUT--yeah BUT--here we are trying to get his lawful social Security Benefits and those burucratic rats deny him--TWICE!! And we've got three doctors --two of which are heart speicalists--who say he can't work--he's disabled--if he works he will DIE!!! Drop Dead and kick the Bucket!!!
And yet these buracry (sp) rats who have their collective heads up their butts say he can work--these people who have never seen him, never knew him--and yet they hold this power of life and death over him. And he's been paying into the system for nearly 40 years since he was 16, and they deny him what is rightfully his!!!!
And yet (and here is where I get very NOT PC) they give--just give to illigal immigrants everything they need but it's our money they are giving and these illigals are not paying into the system!!!!!
But GAAAWWWDDDD HELP YOU if you are an American born citizen or a naturalized citizen and ask for help from the Govement---They treat you like SHIT!!!
Well now we are going before a Judge after nearly 3 years of struggle---And by all that is in Heaven and on Earth and in HELL, my Man better get that which is his by LAW!!
The only person you can trust for health and retirement is yourself--the social security system is so screwed up and is used so improperly that for what it was orginally meant to be used has been twisted with the politicans diping their fingers into it.
The only way to get it squared away is one--everyone--Yes EVERYONE has to contribute into it, and yeah you can have your own retirement fund but you've got to contribute.
Second only if you are an American born citizen or legally naturalized citizen can you apply for it--the only exception is children under the age of 18 of illegal immigrants--I can be resonable--why should they have to be punished because their parents are breaking the law.
Third simplifly the system--cut out all the bullshit--if you can no longer bring in an income because of illness or old age you are intitled--if you are disabled and two doctors say you are, then you are intitiled. Gee think of all the fat we could cut out of the system.
It's giving me a Headache--my man and I are not asking to live like JLO or Paris Hilton (the tramps)--all we want is a modest home, a car that works, be able to pay the bills and be able to take a simple camping trip once in a while, are wants and needs are simple. That's all we ask to be allowed to live without fear and worry.
But the Government won't let you. The Krappers---
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