Monday, July 13, 2015
It is now official. My first day of summer is today. This is because today is the first day that I actually floated on the raft and frolicked and exercised in the pool. Now it feels like summer. :)
Keeping the pool warm has been a challenge because we have had so many cloudy days and cool/cold nights. And when we did have hot weather I wasn't able to swim in the pool because of other activities. I have gone in a few times with the kids but today was my official fun in the sun (pour moi :) pool day. YAY!
I have been outdoors a lot though. Every chance I get. :)
Also ...in the past I have written about how writing is a passion of mine ...thus blogging was so much fun. I just don't know why , but I am having such a hard time trying to write anything ...anywhere. I want to. Sometimes I sit down to write because I do have things I would share ...but then I just go blank.
Actually ...I have a LOT on my mind. I think that is the reason for my writers block. I feel like I am in an emotional fight or flight state. And so I freeze. Once upon a time I was going to write a post about this ...fight or flight ...what kind of person are you if there is an imminent threat? I know which one I am with a bit of a twist to it.
But I digress.
I need to get outside to water the gardens and maybe plant a little before it becomes SeaSpray versus the kamikaze mosquitoes. :)
It sounds like such a little thing ...floating on a raft and swimming in the pool. But I still feel good from doing those things and am going back in after gardening. I LOVE night swimming too. :)
Okay ...I am going to try to write another post later. Maybe I'll tell you why the police officer was smiling when he rounded our fence to come see me after investigating a 911 call. What a crazy making day that was. :)
Monday, July 6, 2015
Doctors! Okay ...so much for my riddle of the day. :)
I had to go see the PCP this morning (Friday) because this past Wednesday morning while getting ready for my foley/renal scan appointments ...I discovered an engorged deer tick that left a red mark. Now to me ...a bug bite can leave a red mark although ticks never have before on me. Anyway ...I called with the hopes the doctor would say don't come in, but of course the receptionist said he wants all patients with tick bites to come in. And I know ...better to err on the side of caution. Except this was no bulls eye. And of course the bite just had to be in an embarrassing area that is reserved only for gyne and uro docs ...just saying. And yes ...I knowww ..a doctor is a doctor and they don't care ...but to the patient ...this SeaSpray patient ...and I would think most patients, it's a big deal.
Anyway ...I wanted to be all ready for him when he came in the room and so I decided to lie flat on the table, head on pillow while reading my book up in the air and over my face so I could block the overhead light. I was actually pretty comfortable. I think it surprised him though based on his reaction. While not my intent ..it amused me. I ended up giving him said book to read until I come back for a physical in a few weeks. It's about an orthopaedic surgeon who died underwater while Kayaking in South America. Good Read. I've never really discussed it in this blog but I am most fascinated by NDEs, etc.
But I digress.
It turns out he wasn't concerned about it and we both agreed no one should have unnecessary antibiotics. This would warm WC's heart. :)
And I told him about how intermittently awful I have felt this past week. Okay ..not awful but uncomfortable and definitely dealing with an issue that is messing up many plans. Including my urology appointment that I had prior to getting the Mag III renal scan. I purposely didn't eat all day yesterday thinking that maybe it was a virus. Then in the wee hours of the morning, I remembered that this happened twice before in the past month. I have been losing weight and not eating as much and I was wondering if the Metformin dose is too strong because I did have this reaction on a lesser dose when I first started it.
Sure enough, the PCP told me to stop taking it for awhile. I was relieved because I was becoming concerned.
And I know my routine colonoscopy was normal in December.
And I was telling people I was stressed about the renal scan (I have my reasons) and that must be why. Normally it is so routine now. But that can't be it because it happened earlier in the month. And by the way ...I should NOT say I am stressed. I never used to do that and I believe one sets themselves up to BE stressed and worse, if they continually do that. Power in our words and all.
And about the renal scan ...well actually it is 1:09 a.m. and so I will just ask this rhetorical question to vent a little: What is it about the nuclear techs at this facility (last year and last week), that seem to forget to lower the foley catheter bag when I am having (last year) and this year had a mag III renal scan with LASIX? And another question: Why is the concept of the larger sized foley bag so foreign to them, particularly because if they use a smaller one they will have to drain the nuclear waste during the test? They are always very nice. It's just that I always have to make a case for the larger bag whenever I have new people. But that's nothing. Having my urine back up because it isn't flowing through the catheter is a big deal ...to me anyway.
Last year I was very concerned this very expensive test would have skewed test results. Because last year the nurse or tech (I don't recall which - both should have known tho,) forgot to lower the bag before the test started. So after the lasix was given I began having awful back pain, etc. and I did react and just had to endure it. Toward the end she saw the bag was still up on the table between my legs and the hose had a kink in it. It is normal for me to put out 2000 ccs, more or less. Imagine that backing up. I really don't know what backed up and how much ultimately flowed out, but I think it was less.
Thankfully, last week the bag was lowered but after the test was finished, he put the bag up by my legs again, took the picture and walked out. So I'm not worried abut skewed test results. However, I was having an issue with the foley when I arrived to the facility (first time ever), and I didn't know he left the bag up there. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I had to stay there because they only had one nurse. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal except that I was beginning to think something was really wrong. I was feeling like I used to when coming out of a procedure except I hadn't had one. I began pressing my abdomen which made it worse. I didn't know what to think and just wanted someone to come back in. Finally the tech came in and he saw he had left the bag up there and so lowered it. Ohhhh what a relief that was. :)
On the upside though ...I feel so much better since stopping the Metformin on Friday. YAY! I am due for some lab work, have lost some more weight and have been much more physically active than I had been in recent months, and so I am curious to see what my A-1c will be since having stopped this med. I will be thrilled with a good A-1c report without this medication.
And I will be extremely thrilled with a good renal scan report. The reason I was stressing over this particular renal scan was because of the urinary tract infection with renal colic I had a few months ago. But logic would dictate that if anything were wrong that manifested in those symptoms, I would've known way before now.
Just saying. :)
Thursday, June 11, 2015
"Hello? Dr H? I'm calling to say that I have hemorrhoids. Can you see me IMMEDIATELY?!"
OMG! What the heck?! I busted out loud laughing when I heard this message on my answering machine this morning. And by an apparently confused woman. My thoughts were racing through my brain at lightening fast speed as I imagined what this woman was like and how patients can get confused when trying to reach the medical staff. I also thought that perhaps she was close to the doctor to be able to assume she could call him directly but then dismissed that because she apparently called the main number ...which then caused me to again think ..she's confused.
This doctor has a phone number similar to mine and so I occasionally get his calls.
However it was clear with the next sentence it was my friend Donna, playing a prank on me. Ha ha! She actually was calling his office and mistakenly called me. Although ...I say it was a Divine Coincidence which I shall explain in a moment. :)
So ...I decided to call her later in the afternoon and I pretended to be one of her doctor's receptionists. Of course I don't know any of their names and so I didn't identify myself.
Her answering machine activated, but she also picked up and so I waited. To disguise myself I used a very soft spoken voice and said, "Hello Donna? This is Dr. H's office returning your call.?" "Uhhh ...I don't THINK s-o-o-o? I " ...and right then and there I couldn't contain myself and so I again busted out laughing because I just couldn't continue the charade. DARN! And then she busted out laughing as well because I got her with my little return prank. Oh how I wish I could've kept it going! :) I was afraid she'd see my name on her caller ID but then I didn't see hers when she called.
This friend is one of the funniest people I know ...no matter what is going on in her life. She could be going through something just awful and I will be laughing because she is just so darned funny. She knows I care and she just can't stop with the humor. :) We both went through a phase (in the late 80s and early 90s), in which we left funny answering machine messages. My personal favorite of mine was when I answered as FiFi DuFufon, the French maid for the SeaSpray family. In the middle FiFi let out a high pitched, "OOPS! Now flambé!" (The best line ever - says moi. :) And it ended with my singing a little bit of a few French songs. What can I say ...FiFi was um ...spirited. ;) Our lawyer really liked my FiFi message. :) She did a fabulous Spanish maid on hers, which I played for an ER doctor at work. Then he left an equally hilarious message on hers. :) Anyway ...there were all kinds of messages. I don't know about her friends and family but I can say that they sometimes wore thin with mine when they heard it for the umpteenth time and they just wanted someone to pick up the phone. :) I know I've written about this before but talking with her has stirred up some fun memories.
But I digress.
Regarding the Divine coincidence ...it turns out she is going through a significant challenge with something she has to do ad I was able to encourage her by reminding her of how she prevailed in a similar situation and how gifted she is in dealing with something like this. She became inspired with an idea I suggested, reminding her how well she did in the past and she can do it again because she IS good with these things. And she appreciated other suggestions to gather/present facts, etc. I can't wait to hear how it turns out. Together with God, I am certain she will do well and have a good outcome.
I haven't spoken with her in forever ...since she moved away. Well ...once. I'm thrilled she wants to come up for a visit and talk on the Adirondack chairs, just like we used to do so many years ago. I told her I will cook some of her favorite things. I just have to get through some things this month and a renal scan on July first. That's another post. Ha! I know I often say, "That's another post.", and then I don't write them. There are reasons. Maybe someday I will be honest and share what is distracting me so much. I'll see.
Anyway ...I just love Divine Coincidences. :)
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
On the evening of May 19th, I took my first dose of 875 mg/125 mg of Amoxicillin and Clavulanate Potassium Tablets, USP ...for a most wicked sore throat. Somewhere in the midst of taking this I missed taking 2 doses, meaning I only took one a day - twice. And then I finished them.
Or so I thought.
Tonight, while rummaging through my top drawer in my vanity near my bed ...I discovered the antibiotic bottle had fallen in there. Oh no! I still have THREE left! So of the 20 prescribed, I didn't take the last THREE!!!
I have never done this with antibiotics in my life. Missed a dose here and there? Sure. But then I continue on.
However, I always FINISH the prescription!
And now I didn't!
So what does this mean?
God forbid, but will this set me up to be resistant to this med? All antibiotics?
I feel fine now.
I feel so stupid ...and irresponsible! But I have been really busy and apparently with me ...out of site IS out of mind.
Do I take the three?
Or would that be worse?
It would be worse.
I really am detail oriented and careful with these things.
I was resistant to urology antibiotics once. Nothing was working ...but that was years ago and I didn't skip anything and they have worked on me since then.
BTW, what is Clavulanate Potassium?
Anyway ...I vented and am believing for the best.
Monday, May 25, 2015
I just want to say thank you to all veterans ...veterans past and to the veterans currently serving. I don't have words adequate enough that could ever convey the gratitude I feel for the sacrifices you have made ...and for too many , it has been the ultimate sacrifice - dying or incurring severe injuries and/or emotional traumas. You've given up so much so that we can remain safe and free.
With all my heart I say ...Thank YOU.
Blessings to you and your families - always.
Okay ...I'm not obsessive. I'm not Obsessive. I'm not obsessive.
Just because I had to force myself into the shower after midnight - actually 12:33 to be exact. And I was so tired.
I blame it on the bed sheets. It's their fault they are so clean, crisp, and newly placed on our bed. Well ...alright ...I put them on the bed.. And ...I have this thing that I like being freshly showered after putting clean sheets on the bed. It just feels s-o-o-o good. :)
But ...I'm not totally obsessive about it because even if I have a morning shower I will sleep on clean sheets. It's just that my favorite way is with an evening shower on clean sheet day. But not after midnight.
So ...you ask ...why did you shower so late?
Because I was really busy doing things around the house today and then I knew I had to go up in the attic to find an MIA summer clothing bag after younger son declared that there weren't anymore summer clothes bags up there. Of course I knew he was wrong ...just like I knew the Christmas lights were indeed up there. And we have great drop down stairs but with knee pain and my phobia ...I really have to be in the mood to go up there. It was pure determination that motivated me to go up there tonight. And sure enough ...I found the bag. It was the big bag black with the white paper ducked taped to it that on blue marker, said "Summer clothes 2015" and that it was exactly where I keep the seasonal clothes.
Anyway ...I didn't want to go up into the attic when I should have because I wanted to listen to Aaron Klein on streaming radio between 7-9. He is only on on Sunday nights and I totally respect and appreciate his reporting. If only the news outlets and other journalists did investigative reporting like he does. And I include FOX in that mix. But I digress.
Unfortunately for me ... I s-o-o-o was not in the mood to go up there and so I stalled until about 11:30 pm. And that was stupid because I was just prolonging the inevitable.
Then ...with the attic mission accomplished I decided I would just do a fast, get-it-over-with shower. But for some reason I decided I didn't want to shower with the lights on, but instead by the low light of these little battery operated stars I placed in a glass vase with shells and beachy things that I put together. The star light reminds me of moonlight. After all ...if I had to shower this late, then moonlight was more relaxing ...even if I couldn't see as well.
However, once in the shower I decided to take a spa shower using my favorite spa products for my hair and body. And I just love rinsing my hair with what I think of as a waterfall spray. Which was okay in the moonlight type light. Of course I also decided since I was all in with this that I might as well shave but this light was not conducive to it.
Basically I shaved by braille. What could go wrong? Fortunately I didn't end up with psycho tub. ;)
After getting out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a big towel. Then, to my utter dismay I saw that when I put the clean towels up I didn't put my hair towel up and so now I had used my bath towel for my hair. What to do? What to do? I put the light on and because the laundry had gotten backed up from when I was ill last week, the only towels left in the closet were some hand towels. Great. So I dried myself with a hand towel.
Shower mission accomplished, I opted to sit here and write this post because I can't go to bed with wet hair. Well I could ...but would rather not. And I avoid using hair dryers and curling irons on my hair so it will stay soft and shiny. What we women do! I always say this but men have it so easy. Shave - don't shave - they can do what they want. They don't fuss with makeup and hair. Well okay maybe hair. But basically as they get older with grey hair or lines, they just get distinguished. Women can get haggard if they don't take care of themselves. It's s-o-o-o not fair! Just saying. :)
I'd rather watch TV but I know that if I do, I will eat things I don't want to eat because I am hungry.
I have found typing to be non caloric and so I am really trying to just air dry my hair here. ;) And I absolutely know that I will weigh less tomorrow if I don't eat so late because I have been trying and also have been active. I have goals that I've set and I really want to succeed.
Oh no! It seems that my dog is passing gas behind me or there is a skunk just outside and the smell is wafting in through the a/c vents. Ugh! ANOTHER non caloric appetite suppressant!
And on that note - good night!
P.S. And now I really am happy that I will be all silky soft and clean on the new sheets. It feels so good and is so relaxing. :) The only thing that could make the experience any better would be if the sheets had been line dried. The scent of line dried sheets is the best.
Hmmm... now I want line dried sheets. I'm kidding!
P.P.S. Oh yeah ...I never did write about my one phobia (or did I?) ...genuine ...although I'm not sure if there are degrees to it. I will have to check my posts.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
I was on my way to a pharmacy a few towns away to pick up a medication for Mr SeaSpray and Amoxicillin for this wicked throat infection that I have. Amoxicillin - YAY! However as I entered into the next town I noticed the car battery light on. Uh oh. This can't be good but if I just keep the car running I should be okay. Right?
Fortunately I decided to pull over to read the car manual recommendations. Darn! This isn't good. But I only have to go about 5 more miles and then 9 back. What could go wrong?
I REALLY wanted that Amoxicillin!
But then I imagined myself with a dead battery on the side of the road and despite the lure of the greatly desired amoxicilllin, I headed back. But first I pulled into our new mechanic's lot and he came right out. He tested the alternator. We need a new alternator. The car was only running on the battery and so I shut everything off that drains the battery and headed back home.
I did what I always do when I come home in the afternoon. I pulled up alongside our fence to get the mail. Then after I stopped the car in the driveway I did the 2nd thing I always do ...I began looking at the mail before getting out of the car. But after lifting a second envelope something goldish brown dropped down into my crotch area and I began to scream because I thought it was a spider and I hate and am afraid of spiders. *SHUDDER*
But then it began buzzing and I began screaming more. Do bees hear the screaming? I wasn't sure if it was going to go up my blouse or where it was and my instinct was to swat it away but that could also provoke it even more and I really did not want a bee sting. Still screaming I couldn't get out of the car fast enough. The bee followed but fortunately flew away.
This actually worked out well. True ...we need a new alternator and I didn't get the Amoxicillin, but at least I didn't get stung by that bee. And even more important ...if the alternator was going to die then I am glad it was today and not on Friday when I will be driving farther away from home on much busier roads down in another county.