Wednesday, November 30, 2016


I was reading Rick's discharge papers this morning out loud to him.
Today he can begin aerobics and driving if it doesn't hurt to slam on the breaks.
Of course, this made me laugh. How will he know if it hurts until he slams on the brakes? And the minor detail of seeing Rick in an aerobics class is damn funny to me.

Me: So Rick, you going to an aerobic class tonight?
Rick: HA HA. Funny Margaret. I think they mean sex so when you're done with work meet me upstairs.

Of course, that is what he thinks they mean.
I just may have to slam on the brakes.  ha ha,I crack me up.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016


I used to get email spam that asked if I wanted longer better sex, or the occasional penis enhancers. Now I am getting spam for pee proof underwear for seniors. My God, now even my spam tells me I'm old.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Long Holiday Weekend

Wow, what a long holiday weekend I had. I hope yours was more fun than mine.
We did not have a thanksgiving at our home this year. Don't feel bad we didn't mind. Here is how last week went for me.

Tuesday - Rick's surgery
Wednesday - Caring for Rick, working 8.5 hrs, care for a dog with severe and explosive diarrhea that must be walked every 45 minutes.
Thursday - Thanksgiving - Went to the dog ER at 7am because the dog is vomiting along with diarrhea. Care for a sick dog, walk her constantly, recovering hubby doing better we really have to eat a big meal? Who says?
At midnight I sat in a dark room as they both were snoring. I was oh so thankful that they were both doing better but I kept thinking that having my knee surgery would be good just to slow down and sleep and not deal with all that is swirling around me.

Friday as I am walking the dog who finally stopped vomiting and pooping every half hour Rick decided to bring in the rug that was outside drying. You see Izzy had vomited on it and thankfully it goes by the back door and can be rinsed off.
I hosed it down and was letting it dry outside since it was nice out.

Rick brought the rug inside thinking he was helping me since he was up and about. But he also lifted the sofa leg to put the corner under the leg. Guess who hurt himself. Honestly, when I came home and saw the rug there I asked him what he did. He said, "Well I'm feeling so good I thought I'd help." Yes, but lifting a sofa is not what you are to do after hernia surgery you numb nut!
I was so angry at him. He kept saying, "Oh I'm fine." Until that evening, then he was in pain. I can't even begin to explain the depth of my anger. But like a 5-year-old he did this when I went out so the adult didn't see him do what he knew he shouldn't do. 61 yrs old going on 6.

By morning he wasn't moving well at all. We were given a number to call if there were issues for his doctor or the doctor on call. I called the number and got his doctor and made him explain to her the stupid thing he did. She believed that because his abs "aren't working" right now he lifted with his back and pulled a muscle. She said to him, "Remember our discussion about lifting Rick?"  When he got off the phone he repeated this question above and then said to me laughing,  "Look she's a cute young thing with cleavage I didn't hear a lot of what she said."
Oh, you ass. I am angry and you are not funny right now!!
I don't get mad at Rick but I have to tell you this pissesd me off. In 30 years I have maybe been mad, like really mad, 3 times I would guess. But this is now 4. This was just so stupid. And now he is a whining baby of pain. Aargh!

So another day he can't walk the dog and I am washing floors, doing laundry, walking the dog, giving everyone (he and dog) their medicine, listen to them both whine, cooking etc. I wanted to run away.

Saturday as I walked Izzy for the 100th time I saw a neighbor friend putting up her Christmas decorations. I said to her, "Oh no, you're one of those!" She laughed and said how she loves decorating early. I laughed and said, "none for me especially this year!" So what does our little elf do? She knocked on my front door later that evening and showed up with a mini decorated tree. She said we had to have something. As you all know my standard is, "hey let's put a menorah in the window so no one asks why we have no decorations" But now we have a mini fake tree.

Sunday Rick was feeling better and so was the dog. Thankfully they both napped a great deal. It was fabulous. I cleaned bathrooms, cleaned the 3rd floor and did all the things I haven't done up there then made some food for us to have later and then took a nap too. Glorious.

So how was your holiday? I bet you had a bit more fun than I did.
Hey, at least it wasn't snowing. I have that to be thankful for right?

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Post Op

Yesterday was Rick's umbilical hernia surgery.
He is doing fine today. Sitting up in his recliner and enjoying watching TV during the day. He is fine until he has to move, bend, laugh or cough

Yesterday played out like this.
He was to be at the hospital at 11am for pre-procedure.
We left at 10am to drop off the doggy daycare because we had no idea how long this would go. Yes, they did give us times but this was a just in case. Besides my diva dog can't go from 10a to 7:30p without having a bathroom break. So she had to go to doggy daycare.

Rick and I were at the hospital on time and they took us back to an area for him to get undressed, go over everything with the nurses and get an IV started. He met with nurses, anesthesiologists, doctors etc. His surgery was to start at 12:30.
He flirted with nurses and had them all laughing. Two of them wanted him to stick around because most of their patients they said have had a humorectomy.
That made me laugh.  After the doctor came in she went over what she was doing to him again and they took him away.

I was escorted to a room to sit and wait with others. I was handed a sheet of paper that explained the color coding system I would stare at all day on a big 65" TV. (i refer to it as the board)  This is the damn board below. Rick was given number 751095. As you can see here at the time of this photo he was in surgery.
According to the doctor this was going to take 90 minutes or less. That is a quote.  Then recovery would only be 1 hour.

I have had several surgeries and Rick always says it is harder on the person waiting than the patient.
I now understand what he means!  This was Rick’s first surgery.

The doctor told me the surgery would be 90 minutes or less. So at 90 minutes I was hoping to see the next color, light blue, saying recovery. But nothing. Then at the 2 hr mark I admit I was getting a bit nervous.
At 2 hrs and 10 minutes I received a call on my cell, it was his recovery nurse telling me he was now in recovery as I watched the board change to the recovery light blue. Whew. She told me he would be there for only an hour. She would call me again when he is in the dark blue/phase II part which meant he would be given discharge instructions and sent home.

The waiting room now only has 2 of us. A woman in her 40’s was waiting for her mom who had a knee replacement. Her mom has A-fib, high blood pressure and other assorted issues. We were chatting about how this board was supposed to be helpful but you can’t take your eyes off this and it makes you nuts.
At one point we were both a bit concerned because they both should have been out of recovery about 30 minutes ago.

At the 1hr and 30-minute recovery mark the board still just said recovery. Then over the loud speaker they were yelling Code Stroke and for personnel to go to the name of recovery room area where our loved ones were. This was repeated many times and we saw people running from everywhere.
She and I looked at one another and went into panic mode.  While we looked cool on the outside I saw it all over her face, as I am sure she did mine.
We were both concerned, to say the least, and she kept saying, “Oh God maybe that is why she has been in there longer than 1 hr.”  I am trying to calm her but those were my thoughts exactly. I went over to a woman who worked there and asked if she could tell me about my husband and she told me watch the board. Gee thanks.

Finally, the woman sitting with me got a call at the 1 hr 50-minute mark and she was told she could go back and see her mom. She hugged me and told me she hoped all was well for me too. Yep, so do I.  So now I am the only one sitting there with a loved one in recovery for 2 hrs when they told me it was only 1hr.
Everyone else was in procedure mode.
I have to admit I was not calm and I couldn’t just sit. So I paced.

At the 2 hours and 15-minute mark I got the call that he was fine but he got sick and they wanted to wait until his pain meds kicked in because he was in a lot of pain. Gee you couldn’t have called to tell me that at the one hour mark?

Now I know what I have put that poor man through for all my surgeries. He was right. Shh….don’t tell him that.
(I am always right, sometimes less right, but never wrong. J)

So this 2.5 hr event was over 4 hrs, which is probably more normal than I know. However, I feel as though I shouldn’t have been told times because if they are later than what they tell you, one just worries.

After Rick got in the car to go home we saw the sea of red lights at rush hour. The 6-mile ride to doggy day care took us another 1hr and 15 minutes. Riding in the car was not making him feel any better and he actually laughed and said, “why of course this wasn’t going to be easy” He held on to his vomit bag for the ride home just in case. Thankfully we didn’t move fast enough for him to be ill.

We had to get Izzy by 7p or the doors are locked. We called and they said they have had several calls about traffic they will wait for us. We got there at 7:05p.
Thankfully we were only 2 miles from home now. 

It sure was an eventful day and I am happy as hell it all went according to plan.
We were given pictures of the surgery from the doctor. She was so excited to show me all this stuff. Eeew. I was feigning interest because honestly, I didn't want to look at these. I knew Rick sure as hell would like them when he was better. And I was right. 

Monday, November 21, 2016

Got Snow?

Thankfully we don't have any of the white stuff.
Just bone chillin' cold with very high winds.
I know it's coming and each year I'm not ready.

Rick's surgery is tomorrow. They make it sound so simple.
Just a quick 90 minutes she said to me today all cheerful.
I know we wouldn't want this person who calls us to be doom and gloom but it a bit more realistic would be nice.

The surgery is not until 12:30pm. Rick is all spastic because he will not be able to eat or drink all day from midnight. That is all he is talking about. Gee, buddy how about being that concerned about the surgery? Nope.  WHAT? no food for more than 12 hours? How will I survive?  He makes me chuckle.

I do get it. My surgery coming up is the same thing. Late day surgery and no eating or drinking after midnight. I don't mind not eating. But not having water will drive me nuts.

This weekend we went to Middleburg, my favorite little town.
We had a great time. We both figured this was going to be our last outing for awhile so let's do something we enjoy.
We had lunch on the patio of a restaurant there we like. It was 72. Last day to eat outside until spring.
Here's my big guy ordering lunch.
Then we went across the street to this place.
We bellied up to the tasting bar and tried some of the hard ciders. I could have 2 of the 3 on tap. One was hoppy like beer so no can do for a celiac. But I LOVED the first one we tried the best so that is what we bought. 
So we bought a Jug. You buy the jug and can get it refilled for like $7 or $9 bucks. I've blown $7/$9 in worse ways. 
This one above was hard cider with 1% champagne. Ooh, I liked it. We had it as mimosas at our private Sunday brunch. 

We went to our favorite chocolatier there and bought a couple of chocolates. We roamed the town and window shopped and just had a nice time. Since Rick and I won't be walking about for awhile except walking our dog we thought we'd go out and have some fun while we could. It didn't hurt that it was so warm either. 
I just love this town and wish we could live there. Got an extra 3 million you could lend me?

Friday, November 18, 2016


I'm going to share more fun customer things that have been happening of late.

I always tell people after the appointment has been made or even if they just call to inquire to call me with any questions they may have along the way.

This woman took this so literal that I have spoken to her every day at least once for 2 weeks. Her appointment is this coming Monday.
As I write this it is 10:30am. She has already called me twice.

She is paying for this for her daughter and son in law as a Christmas gift.
Her daughter just had a baby. I hear the baby in the background. I know more than I need to know about them. I have done this now for 10 years and I still do not understand the need of people to tell me everything about themselves because we are working on their bathroom. When my plumber was just here, he could see were updating some things in the bathroom and that is all he knew about us. I didn't share my age, where I was from, where my stepdaughter lives etc. These are the things people tell me and way more than I need to know.  I don't understand it and never will.

I send them a document along with their confirmation email of their appointment. The doc explains what they need to do prior to our arrival. I go over this on the phone but this doc goes a bit deeper. I tell them all of that while on the phone. I always say, don't hesitate to call or email me if you have any questions or concerns about what you need to do.  I expect calls. But this woman and her daughter call several times a day and it has become a joke. Very nice people but c'mon this isn't brain surgery people. Every day for the last 2 weeks and most days more than once.

If the doc says we need a door or window within 60 feet to ventilate the fumes from your condo what is confusing about that? Especially when I went into a great deal of detail about this and why on the phone twice.
I get it if they think they don't have a window or door within 60 ft but her question was, "What kind of window or door is needed, Peggy?" Really?
Oh heavens. If you knew the depth to which I go to explain this on the phone with them you too would be rolling your eyes. So they get my explanation on the phone and they get it in the written word in a document.

Rick is semi-retired so he was home this morning. He heard me answering questions and talking to these women. When I hung up I said to no one in particular since I am alone in my office, "and you people are breeding"
Rick was coming up the steps and heard this and said to me, "Is this about the people you were just so nice to?"  I nodded. He said, "Man you are so Sybil when you work." Yes, I am. Look customer service is key.  I will always be nice but my goodness they either are very lonely or not too bright. I have answered all of the same questions many many times. But hey it's job security, right?
Then last week a man was in town for 3 days working with contractors before he went back to North Carolina. He is selling his home here. He was booked for last Friday. (He booked this 30 days prior) He called me Thursday to see if we could move it to Monday. I said I could see if someone would be willing to switch with him but as of right now Monday was full. He called me back almost immediately after hanging up and asked if we could do this on Saturday because he can't stay now until Monday. I said yes. I figured if Gary didn't want to work on Saturday I'd get Rick to do it so we could make this work for this man.
It was a very small job so it wouldn't be a full day, just a quick couple of hours.

After the job was completed the man gave Gary a credit card which would not go through. Not because it was declined but because the numbers were worn off and it could not read the 3 digit security code. Gary tried to manually put the credit card in and what he thought were the numbers but it was then declined. The customer called the bank but they wouldn't give him the number over the phone it would be mailed to him. Gary called me and asked me what to do. I spoke with the customer and asked him if he had another card. He said no. Check? No. Cash? No.

Now here is what I wanted to say, "you just told me you are driving back to North Carolina as soon as we are off the phone. You have no money and no debit or credit cards and you going to another state on a wing and a prayer?"
But of course, I didn't say that. Instead, I said, "How do you wish to make this work?" He then yelled at me that I was insinuating he didn't have the money?
How did he get that from the questions, "How do you wish to make this work?"
Gary was standing there and thankfully he could not only here this man but he could hear me talking to him. Again I ask, "Patrick how would YOU like to make this work? "  He said I"ll send you a check when home. I took down his N Carolina address just in case it was needed. I told him it was to send him an invoice even though he had one in his hand.

I snail mailed an invoice. I also emailed him an invoice. He ignored it. He sent a picture of his verizon page that said $845 to our company name to be delivered on 11/17/16.  I wrote back that I did not understand what this picture was and could he explain. He ignored it. November 17th came and went.
Rick called him this morning and said he was the owner and blah blah and was sickeningly nice to him. The customer said the picture sent was proof that his bank was sending a check that would be here on the 17th. Rick said, "Today is the 18th"  'Oh' was his response. Rick told him what would transpire should we not have this check by Wednesday.

It will be interesting to see if it ever shows up.
Here is what I think really was the issue. He had no intention of ever paying us. He had other cards and or money or he couldn't have driven home with no gas or money. If he wanted to make it right when asked what he wanted to do, he would have said, When I get home I'll call you with another card. Or I'll mail a check on Saturday. It would have been here by now. So to us, he never intended to pay. You set up a check to be paid a week later than the job? Not right away? That tells me you either never intended to pay or you have no money to pay. 
Then you shouldn't do the job.Either way this was not an accident.
He is selling his house here that is why he had the repairs done in the first place. But he won't be able to sell with a contractors lien on his house now will he?
Small amount or not, it is getting tiring of all these people living in 800K-1million dollar homes who refuse to pay.

It's offical....winter is upon us.

70 degrees today. Perfect fall day.
47 and rain tomorrow and then 46 and wind. Brrr......

Taking apart my patio after work today.
That is the sure sign of winter approaching.

I think I need to move to an island after Thanksgiving each year.
I'll be back in May.  Sound like a plan? You can come if you want.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Heads Up - foul language ahead

Rick finishing up his punch list on the master bath project.
I work from home and heard this while at my desk.

Rick: SHIT!

I giggle

Rick: DAMN IT!

this one less than a minute later.

Rick: SON. OF. A .BITCH!

oh my I'm not going in there


things banging...perhaps his head against the wall? throwing something?
I don't know, but now I'm laughing. I am certainly not going in there to see what is happening!

Now I am the potty mouth in this house and Rick has only done this once before.
Same scenario. I was on a ladder and he was in the basement at our lake house.
I was laughing hysterically on my ladder because he doesn't normally swear like this.
But oh boy he did that day and well, Wednesday, November 16th 2016 was the same exact scenario.

By the way, the bathroom looks great.
The shower is the only thing left to do but that will wait until after his surgery.
I can't wait to show you.


I've never been a fan of this holiday in the same way others are.
Namely the food.
I don't like turkey - it's gross to me.
I never really like stuffing either and that was before I knew I had celiac.
The only thing I really liked were the sweet potatoes and desserts.

Apparently, my mom didn't tell all my nieces I wasn't coming.
Have I told you how I love and adore all my nieces?
Yesterday one of them made my year. Yes, my year. 
This girl is da bomb. Somehow she wasn't told about our surgeries.

I got an email yesterday from my niece with a recipe for a couple of sides. She asked if I thought those sounded good. Both sounded great to me. 
I thanked her for the recipes. She wrote back and said, "No silly I just wanted to be sure you'd like them. I am bringing two sides for dinner at moms and I wanted to be sure you had something you could eat."

She was going to make me 2 sides that were gluten free. For me, her Celiac Aunt. Do you know how wonderful that is to me? No one does that for me. Ever. NO ONE. Not even a parent. To be included in the meal and to have someone be so damn thoughtful and kind made me cry and filled my heart. 

Oops, my sister, Jennifer made me an awesome GF meatloaf several years ago when I was first diagnosed. I drove Rick nuts by talking about how nice this was to do just for me. She too is so thoughtful, beautiful and kind. And here I am doing it again. C'mon it's so rare, it must be appreciated and spoken about.

My 24 yr old niece was thoughtful and kind and thought of someone else.
What kind of millennial is that? :-) They are supposed to be self-consumed and be entitled.
For her to be so kind and thoughtful in this ugly new world of hate. 
It made my heart sing.
Don't you wish there was more of this in the world?

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Wanna Stay At My House?

I'm sure you have all heard about the Million Woman March in DC in January.

Yesterday I had 2 people ask to stay at my home while they are here for this.
One being my cousin's daughter in Boston, coming with a friend.
Sure I've got the room.

Then a friend from NY asked if they could stay here at my home while they are here for this. Sure, I've got the room.

Today I was asked by a friend in northern PA to come with a friend.
Okay, I'm fine with it but all beds are full, will a queen Aero bed work in the TV room?

I have a feeling there is going to be a large group of women at my home for a couple of days. I think Rick is going to enjoy this.
Especially because most are millennials or generation X'ers.

I have to admit I'm proud of these young women.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Original Parts

Did your parents have knee surgery?

My orthopedic surgeon said that my joints were out of warranty.
But last evening I got to thinking.
My father is about to be 89.He has his original everything....okay not his mind, but all his joints, hips, teeth etc.
Same with my step mom.
I can't think of one Aunt or Uncle or a Grandparent who ever had any joint surgery. Did they have extended warranties that I don't know about?

They smoked, ate nitrates, lived on meat and potatoes and did not exercise per se.
Most of the men did physical labor for work, factories, plumbers, etc. But once home they sat their asses in a chair with a bourbon and water and if like my father a big fat stogie was smoked while he read the paper and watched TV.

So let's think about this. My generation tries to eat well, exercise, and we are all having joints changed, removed, fixed etc. Why is that?
In my extended family, only about 2 people even smoke cigarettes. So what the hell happened to the baby boomers and all their replacement surgeries?
I do not smoke, I eat reasonably well,  I exercise by walking 2-3 miles a day and yoga. But yet I'm falling apart.

I think if I began to eat and drink like my father used to I'd be a mess. But then maybe that is the ticket. My father drank each day. I could never ever do that, but I admit I'd sure like to. He never cared about carbs, fats, greasy fried food. He ate it all. Pies and cookies were his favorite food group and many a day that was breakfast for him.
My father didn't exercise. He didn't even mow his own yard. He said that was why he had kids. We girls took turns mowing the lawn and raking etc. His only exercise was his elbow to his mouth or his job as a commercial master plumber. Is that all it takes, to have a physical job?

I am puzzled by this. So much so I have been asking my friends if their parents have their original hips, knees, etc. All but one said yes.

So why do baby boomers need this so much more? I have a friend who is older than me at 65 - he's had two hip replacements, knee replacement, and 2 shoulder surgeries. He is very active so perhaps that is the point. He needs to sit.
I find this so fascinating but I know, I hear ya, it's only me who thinks so.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Old TV

Aside from my blog we are having a social media blackout at home.
We also are boycotting the evening news. I am off FB so that helps as well.

We used to watch The Today show or GMA in the morning but now we have music or we laugh at Mad About You reruns from 7-8am. Laughing is a far better way to start our day. One morning we watched a show that we couldn't stay up to watch and laughed so much that Rick said he couldn't go to work this happy, it was all kinds of wrong.

In the evenings when we see someone orange or someone who is a friend of orange we change the channel. Do you know that all during election season HGTV and Food Network had NO political commercials? I am rewarding them with constant viewership.

One of  my favorite shows is The Affair on showtime. It's been off for so long that I can barely remember where it left us off. I hate when they do that.
Sunday they are replaying last year before the new one starts at 10p.
So Sunday will be like this - I will be making my famous popcorn, putting on my comfy clothes and binge watching tv.
I have such an exciting life, don't I? I'm looking forward to all this excitement.

Being the kind of gal who hates all that is going on in the world (pollyanna? typical Pisces? all of the above?) I have taken to recording some of my favorite shows that were just on Sundance channel. They did the first season on one day of Mash, then the next day Bob Newhart, then Mary Tyler Moore etc.
We watch now when we need to.

We used to play a drinking game with The Bob Newhart show back in the 70's. (college) Each time someone on the show says, Bob, you take a shot/drink. During one dialogue with his tv wife, she said it 10 times. I'd be out cold before the show was over if I were to do that today.

The Mary Tyler Moore show pointed out a few things to me.
While growing up I so wanted to live in that cool apartment and be Mary.
And her clothes, I coveted her clothes.
But instead, I was Rhoda without the hips. (I am an upside down Rhoda )
Watching it now as an adult in 2016 I found it annoying that they constantly talked about having to get a husband. Who did that in the 70's? Or maybe they did but as a young person in the 70's I wanted a career. A husband will come whenever, it was never a worry, concern, or any of the things they are depicting on the show. Rick said that because it was the first season and it was only  Sept. of 1970 that could be why I don't recall their urgency for a spouse before. Perhaps as the show progressed as well as a woman's right to do whatever the hell she chooses it talked less of such topics. They were complaining about being unmarried on the 2nd show. They were just turning 29 and unmarried.
To which I would say, "good for you, you've got plenty of time!"

I also noticed on MTM that all the women who wore dresses all had sleeves.
As a woman you know they don't make dresses with sleeves and if they do they look like something my Grandmother would have worn in 1943. When did this horrible trend start and for the love of God why did it start?

And Mash, geez it is just funny no matter what year. I have enjoyed the week of shows. And nary a comment about hate. Can't beat that, can you?

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Lucid Dad

As you all know my father is dealing with dementia.
He isn't all that lucid most days.

I called my parents home to speak to my mom on Friday.
Apparently, this was a lucid dad for Dad.
It went like this.

Dad: Hello?
Me: Hi Dad, It's Peg.
Dad: HEY!  How the hell is my favorite daughter?
Me: I'm great Dad. You sound like you have a cold are you sick?
Dad: I can't beat this cold and I have a frog in my throat. Ribbet.
Me smiling on the inside - oh my, this sounds like my father.

Me: Dad do you know if mom is working the after school program today?
Dad: Yeah, she doesn't get home for about another hour I think.
Me: Okay I'll call her later then and let you go.
Dad: How's that big fella of yours. (he forgot his name apparently)
Me: Oh that big fella is just fine, a pain in the ass most days, but fine.
Dad is now laughing.  
Dad: Well he was always a pain in the ass right?
Me: Yep.  Dad it is so good to talk to you.
Dad: Ah you too. You know I love you right?
Me: Yep, I'm your favorite.
Dad:  Shh, don't tell anyone.  I love you Peg. I'll tell mom you called. Bye honey.

Me - on cloud 9 that Dad knew who I was.
Sadly that may be the last conversation I have with him where he is lucid.
But it was a nice last conversation if it ends up being that way.

I fear he won't make it through winter of this year.
He is frail and doesn't want to eat and is having accidents. If he gets sick I am not sure he can bounce back from that. He's going to be 89 soon. He's had 2 wives, 5 children, 7 grandchildren and a pretty damn good life even though a lot of it was difficult. I know he's ready, he's tells us that all the time.
I'm just not sure I am, but I'm getting better.

Saturday, November 12, 2016


Leonard Cohen died Friday at age 82.
He was described as a Canadian singer, songwriter, poet and novelist.
I always thought he wrote one of the most haunting songs of the 80's.
He was like Bob Dylan to me. I loved their music but never enjoyed when they "sang" them. I preferred when others sang his songs.

Leonard wrote one of my all-time favorite songs, Hallelujah.(1984)
Jeff Buckley made it popular again in the early 90's I believe.
There are so many great renditions of this song.
Both Jeff and Leonard have passed away now.
But I think this song will be around for a very long time.

Here is someone you wouldn't expect to do a rendition of this song.
Besides, it's a reason to look at Jon Bon Jovi.
Yes, dear blogger friends he is tender vittles to me, being 6 years my junior.
But I'm still breathing and while he is shorter than I normally like 'em, he still is good lookin'!

Friday, November 11, 2016

From This Old Broad.

It's official, November 10th I became an old broad.  Old like velcro sneakers old.

My surgery for my knee is a month away. I am dealing pretty well most days.
I work from home and look pretty schleepy most days. So when I have somewhere to go I get excited. Working from home, walking the dog and going back to the office is not a fun day for me. Then in the evenings I am home with hubby. While I love the old coot, I'm still home. 

I went from traveling every week, several days a week for 20+ years to a screeching halt and stay home 24/7. I hate it. I have adapted in a lazy way.
Less makeup, less nice clothing, less, less, less. Izzy doesn't mind that I am wearing sketcher go-walks and a sweatshirt and leggings. But it does get to me and dressing up to sit at my desk just seems silly. But I did it the other day and Rick came into the office and asked where the hell I was going. Oh, not good.
I was going nowhere but wanted to look nice okay?

Yesterday I wore a pair of booties that had a thick chunky heel. Not my favorite but I didn't think my knee could withstand any other type of heels. Now being a short gal I don't own a lot of shoes without a heel except my sketcher collection. But I was going out and about in public and damn it I was wearing something that could be construed as shoes that look nice. (eh, but better than a sneaker)

By the time I got home my knee had a pulse of its own. I changed into a flannel shirt, leggings and a pair of big fluffy slippers. I downed 1/2 a pain pill.
It was dinner time now and Rick made a wonderful meal. I did not tell him I was hurting so badly because I just knew he would start bitching about me doing this. I said nothing except how damn good dinner was. 

Later in the evening, he took the dog for a quick walk and I needed to go upstairs. I limped to the stairs and then went up on my fanny. He came back as I was near the top. He said, "What the hell are you doing sitting up there?"  Before I could answer he said, "you're hurting now aren't you because of vanity?"  I said, "NO, not vanity but style."  I stood up and limped the rest of the way to my room.  Of course, he had to come follow me like he was my father.
He actually said to me, "do I have to tell you what you did was wrong?" 
Gee no Dad, you don't so put that pointy finger you're shaking at me away.
So what did I do? Repeat a story about him acting stupid. Touché
That shut him up...for a minute.

But he was right and I hate when that happens. I am so in pain today it is crazy. I can't take pain relievers and work or I'd just tell everyone to go to hell. It will be quiet in the office though because it is a federal holiday and it is always quiet for me, not the guys when people don't work. That helps I suppose.

I refuse to give up heels entirely. But ones like these that I have offered to my niece who wears the same size can no longer be in my life. Even after surgery.
I know this mentally, my heart is having a hard time. I love shoes. Shoes are easy to buy. Shoes are fun. Shoes can make an outfit or screw it up. I have had a love affair with shoes since I was playing with Barbie and her shoes.

I love these shoes.  But they are now my sitting down shoes.
So heels okay, but not stilettos. 

I fear my next stop is velcro sneakers and a cane while I do my mall walking. 
No, it's not gonna happen people, never. Mall walking or velcro sneakers. 
They have these wonderful things called Hickies. No, not a bite on your neck but things to replace your shoelaces. I LOVE THEM. Then all your shoes become slip ons. For those who wear velcro due to arthritis, these are even better because they make your shoes slip on shoes. No pesky velcro to grab and pull. Even better if you ask me. And your sneakers don't look like orthopedic shoes.
No, I don't get anything for talking about them I just love them. I have white and colors. I have changed all my sneakers that did not have bungee cords for laces to these puppies. Hey, better than velcro. Just slip on your shoes, because I am now old AND lazy. Not a great combo but it is what it is. - check 'em out.  In the meantime, I will be in mourning not only for my Country but my beautiful shoe collection that must leave me.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Commericals Come to a Halt.

Don't you wish that on election day the commercials would just cease?
Come to a screeching halt would be a dream.
We all have to endure these damn commercials for another 24 hrs.

Izzy, Rick, and I went to the location to cast our votes very early this morning.
I mean, we're all up, might as well go over the school to vote. Right in our development so there is no damn excuse.
You see my dog is on Eastern Daylight Time while the rest of us have moved on to Eastern Standard Time. So at 4:30 she was up and at 'em.
Apparently, it takes more than a couple of days for her body clock and bowels to catch up to the real time. It drives us bonkers each and every year.
BTW, Grammarly insists that bowels is not the word I want in that sentence.
So Grammarly, bug off, it is the word needed in that sentence. 

There were lots of dogs and people this morning. One asked me about a woman who is running in our area. I wouldn't vote for her if it meant I'd be granted a check for millions of dollars, sure I'd be tempted, but even I have my morals. She's a sick and twisted female with a stick up her butt and her lips don't move when she talks. Those are the nice things I can say about her. This morning a young man walked up to me and presented me with something about her and I politely said, 'no thank you'.  He then asked loudly, "Aren't you voting for XYZ?"

I said in what my hubby calls my June Cleaver tone, "Oh heaven's no, I have a brain but thank you for asking anyway."  Apparently, it was too polite for my husband the others around because they all began to laugh. I didn't think it was funny. I didn't get what was funny at all. I didn't want to insult him, but I didn't want his propaganda either. No reason to be mean. But apparently to all others that was very funny.

When we got inside I said, "why did you laugh?" The guy behind Rick said you were just so damn nice that I think your words and tone shocked him. The tone was sweet but your words were telling him the opposite.  Then he shook my hand and told me it was priceless. I was gob smacked. I had no idea what the hell the big deal was and still don't quite frankly but if that made them happy okay.

I saw Dr. Tall, Tan and Gorgeous yesterday. I have to have surgery on my knee.
Torn Meniscus. Apparently, it is outpatient surgery now. Two little holes on either side of my knee cap and they go in with that camera and sew up and then clean up a few other issues. Arthritis in my knee they can't do anything about. But the major pain I've been dealing with is going to go away and I can wear heels again. Since I limp a bit, walking in heels is a bitch so it's all flat shoes which I don't have a ton of. All my pretty boots I'd wear this time of year are heels so at least I'll have pretty shoe choices again.

I will have 3-4 weeks of PT and that's that. He said I may need crutches the first day but they want me walking immediately. Steps as well. He said most don't even use the crutches. I always thought this was a bad surgery but he made it sound like a piece of cake. Or I just now have a false sense of security.

This morning I needed something upstairs and just did without. At one point Rick said where are your socks? I said on the bed. I got them out and struggled to get it on my left foot and then said to hell with it. He said, "go get 'em  and I'll help you." I said No,that's okay.  I just didn't want to climb the stairs again. I also didn't want to tell him to go climb the stairs either. He figured it out as I poured another cup of coffee and he fetched my socks. He even put them on me after he blew inside of them and made them warm. Ooh, it was nice. He's a good man. I'll keep him.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Feeling good and fiesty

I'm feeling better by 50% and that's always a good thing isn't it?
Better than feeling worse by 50%.

Some updates shall we?

***After a few games of backgammon yesterday my hubby informed me that he only plays this game with me to make me feel good about myself.
The sore loser. (should have told him that's why I sleep with him too!)

***Friday afternoon Rick went to get his hair cut. As I have mentioned here in the blog, he is having surgery in December for a hernia. After getting a haircut they were talking about the schedule for next the front desk. He mentions surgery. The cute young thing says, "oh I hope it's nothing major. He says, "well just having my ear removed" she is now looking at both his ears, back and forth. He continues, "can't really tell which one can you?" This poor thing. I have been that naive young thing with him long ago. How he doesn't laugh makes me laugh. Only when his hairdresser came up and heard this conversation and began to laugh did this poor thing, who has such empathy on her face, realizes this old coot is fucking with her. How does he not feel badly about this? I think there is a special place in hell for him.

***After the new carpet and remodeling of our 2nd floor I asked Rick if he would mind moving this (ugly) chair of his to his walk in closet.  (chair has sentimental value to him)  My theory was that it was a mere foot away and since there is so much room in that big ole closet he could throw his clothes on the chair inside the closet, leaving the room neater looking. He actually said, "hey that's a great idea". To be followed by this below.
EXACTLY where the chair was. How can you not laugh at him?

I go see my ortho, Dr. Tall, Tan and Gorgeous this afternoon regarding the MRI just done on my knee. I asked Rick to come with me, sometimes I don't hear what Dr. Tall, Tan and Gorgeous says right away. He has perfect teeth too. Just sayin' I see him, not always hear him. Kind of like how Rick is with cleavage.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Sick of It

A great many things happen when you have celiac disease.
All are off the charts awful.
But the one that really gets me is my issue with magnesium.

The disease makes it so that ones body can not absorb nutrients.
Due to this, I must take a lot of different supplements daily.
I take a boat load of magnesium. And at least once a year it rears its head to remind me I'm not well.  How can I be going along fine and then one day a serious wack on the head to remind you that you are never in the clear? Ah, that is the 64,000 dollar questions my friend.
No one has an answer this.  I hate this disease.

It started on Saturday when his sisters were here. I got that twinge in my back. I knew this was my muscles cramping/seizing. I came home and downed a few more magnesium (an additional 800mg) 
Then Sunday I was in all out pain.  
You see you can take magnesium and spray magnesium oil all over  your damn self until you get the runs. That's right, then you know you've had too much magnesium. Fun little way to find out isn't it?  And I don't mean like you better run to the bathroom, more like I hope you make it to the bathroom.  Or as I like to say, I'm moving into the bathroom until this is over.  Something like this will happen.
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You see it happens to me like this. I begin to feel like I am slowly turning into a statue. My hips up to my head are so hard and sore and I can't move. breathing is difficult. If you touch me it will hurt so badly I normally scream in pain. I try not to...but it's difficult. Like when Izzy's tail was wacking me like the wack a mole game.

It's never been as bad as this last case. I can't hold my head up, my neck is so stiff and my head felt like it was going to explode, it has a heartbeat of its own. But the body was just as bad. I can't move easily, well hell what statue can move easily?  It is just so fucking painful. There. 
That is the only way to say it.

I would rather have back surgery, shoulder surgery, anything other than this.
The pain is off the charts and there seems to be nothing one can do.
Normally if I up my magnesium until I get the runs, then I quit at the dose before that happened. But I wasn't going to the bathroom. So I kept upping the dosage until I was taking just over 2200 mg.
NOTHING was changing. In the past, I have gotten an IV of magnesium which was so beneficial. This time my doctor was out of town. So I couldn't get it. Every other time I have fixed this in 3 days. But not this time.
6 days and counting of this kind of pain. You can't sleep, You can't move, You can't eat.

Even in this state, I made Zuppa Tuscano for Rick.
I was propped up in his chair and he insisted I eat a cup of this soup.
I was hungry but I really didn't think this was going to go down well.
Sure enough, it went down and then came back up. I had good aim, right back into my big cup and by then Rick had grabbed the wastebasket for me to finish out.

Now I have never had a fever or vomited with this. So Rick kept saying let's go to the ER. This could be something else. Jeez, they really have begun to know me there, haven't they? I really didn't want to go - to move.
I feel like I should get the special room now.  Clear the fancy room, Peg's here. Maybe they will name a room after me - Pain in the Ass Peg's room. 

I went on Wednesday very late afternoon.
I hadn't eaten since the soup 24 hrs before. I was so hungry but so nauseous I just didn't want to chance it. Besides, I was in too much pain to eat. Hard to believe but I was.

So here I am all hunched over, unable to lift my head and I shuffle. God, I'm a catch. They get me inside and give me an IV of pain meds and muscle relaxers. It made me feel a little bit better but not great. They sent me home. Because at this point in time my magnesium was reading 2.5 which is right where you want it to be.  So take over 5K of magnesium in 2 days got me normal. But I'm still rock hard and in pain. Today I am on a scale of 1-10, 10 being most painful, I'm an 8.
I was a 15. So 8 is good. I long for 0.

They gave me a muscle relaxer that I can only take at bedtime, which I no longer have, bedtime that is, I can't sleep at all. I can't work with a muscle relaxer or the man who we told we couldn't do his job would get an earful from me. 
(he writes to me daily & he won't be ignored. The shithead really scares me)

I think every twit who says they are giving up gluten should have the real disease and see how fun it and then let every celiac bitch slap them and make them eat gluten and stop their whining. This disease it not about bread. I met a twit at the hospital when asked why I was there my husband said, "celiac issues" She was all bubbly and said, "Hey I don't eat gluten either." I said, "oh really, do you ever have soy sauce, or licorice or mikes hard lemonade?" She said, " Oh I love soy sauce just had Chinese the other night. I said, "well those things are all gluten. So stop saying you don't eat gluten, say you don't eat bread and stop jumping on a disease bandwagon." Yea, I'm mean as a snake when I'm sick.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Down for the count

You know what happens when Rick is sick?
Peg does everything.
Do you know what happens when Peg is sick?
Peg does everything.

I'll see ya'll in a few days.