(If it is, I will remove it!)
Over the past few weeks, I have become weaker. Lymphoma can do that. I’ve loss muscle-mass, making getting out of my orthopedic lift chair difficult, sometimes even impossible.
The chair herself is now broken and irreparable. Chair experts advise I am in need of a new one. This is not like buying an ordinary chair. They are build for patient height and weight, and many stores simply want to move them off the floor, patient need come-what-may.
And, of course, I’ve few funds.
My friend (an ex-gf) said she will set up a donation page toward this end. And my ex-wife (a different person!) told me she to help!
A quality chair can cost well over $1200, funds I do not have. And, given my circumstances I NEED a chair with a warranty.
And in the past month I have had to call the fire department FOUR TIMES to help me get out of my broken chair!
(How pathetic is that!)
Below is Judy’s Fundly Account she set up on my behalf. Of course, there is also the PayPal account on this blog.
If you can take action, terrific, GREAT! (and THANK YOU) If you are unable, please keep a good thought…
My friend Guffaw has been handicapped since he was 12. And now he has lymphoma for the second time. He cannot get up easily normally, but now is so weak, it is impossible. Help..
aka a cheat for a blog post?
SO, I finished the blog, and began my best task, ignoring the next Wednesday task is laundry!
(which I abhor, but must be done!)
And I get a telephone message from my kidney doctor – DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND GET TO A HOSPITAL
Which I did.
Seems my blood test showed high levels of one chemical and dangerous levels of another!
What a way to start the day?
This was last Wednesday morning…
HE’S BA-ACK! (as of this Monday)
Aside from the illness issues, the saddest part was I broke my promise to you. Since March 5, 1911, I have written a blog post. Or two, three or four. DAILY.
But while in the hospital, I was unable to access my blog on my cellular telephone. NOT THAT I HAD ANY TIME…
There were tests, and blood draws and injections and largely inedible food.
And friends and family to remind me I had reasons for all this!
To get to the chase, I had HYPOKALEMIA (low blood potassium) and HYPERCALCEMIA (excessive blood calcium).
Many of the recommendations for each disease are opposing, i.e. one says drink more water, the other, less water!
AND, I get to visit many doctors, because it’s undetermined WHY this is happening.
(at least I am home!)
Cataracts (insert joke about Japanese luxury cars here!)
Seriously, I already was aware I had them, from my last eye exam.
As a card-carrying diabetic, I am supposed to have my head examined, ahem EYES examined, annually.
I obtained secondary eye/dental insurance for this year, having used MEDICARE previously.
The problem was, I traditionally was examined in January, and hadn’t met my deductible yet! And $150 is difficult to acquire.
SO, I obtained a secondary. Which also had a deductible. And as normally I would only see my ophthalmologist once annually….
You get the idea.
Suddenly, my primary health care insurer called me. “Why haven’t you had your diabetic eye exam yet?”
“Well, I don’t have the cash!”
My primary insurer told me they would cover the exam, as long as I stayed in their network. I would only pay my specialist fee. $25.00.
The call was last week. I saw the eye doc Tuesday THIS week!
Cataracts? Yes. Something may need to be done in three to five years.
My retinas? (the big concern of diabetics and their doctors). EXCELLENT!
Next, I need to scare up funds to get new glasses, and I am golden.
My roomie Judy has a multitude of health problems. More than I, which is a little disquieting…
Five months ago, almost to the day, she had rotator cuff surgery on her right shoulder. After months of physical therapy, it seems to operate almost pain-free!
However, she also has a LEFT shoulder.
It seems standing Frankenstein’s monster-esque for over thirty years (she is a hairdresser, standing and arms-out-front) is not conducive to shoulder joint health!
So, this morning, she goes under the knife yet again, this time on her left side.
As she has chronic heart and breathing issues, this could get complicated, more so than the average bear.
Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers today (if that’s what you do).
I will post her occasionally as to her progress.
At least it’s her left, this time – she is right handed and last time was taxing for her.
Lisa Murkowski (R-AK)
LISA MURKOWSKI (R-AK)
THEN: “This law is not affordable for anyone in Alaska. That is why I will support the bill that repeals the ACA and wipes out its harmful impacts.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Dean Heller (R-NV)
DEAN HELLER (R-NV)
THEN: “The repeal of this law will not only reduce federal spending, but it will also allow Congress to address problems within the current health care system.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Shelley Moore Capito (R-WV)
SHELLEY MOORE CAPITO (R-WV)
THEN: “I have consistently voted to repeal and replace this disastrous health care law, and I am glad that a repeal bill will finally reach the president’s desk.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Lamar Alexander (R-TN)
LAMAR ALEXANDER (R-TN)
THEN: “Obamacare was an historic mistake, and should be repealed and replaced with step-by-step reforms that transform the health care delivery system.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Susan Collins (R-ME)
SUSAN COLLINS (R-ME)
THEN: “I believe that we made – that Congress made – a real error in passing Obamacare, we should repeal the law so that we can start over.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
John McCain (R-AZ)
JOHN McCAIN (R-AZ)
THEN: “It is clear that any serious attempt to improve our health care system must begin with a full repeal and replacement of Obamacare.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
Rob Portman (R-OH)
ROB PORTMAN (R-OH)
THEN: “[Obamacare] is fundamentally flawed. I do think we ought to delay … and then we’ve got to repeal this thing and start over.”
NOW: Voted Against Repeal
There is simply no excuse for their opposition to repeal.
The above (in part) was sent to me by the Senate Conservatives Fund, begging for money.
Which is funny, as I have none.
What to do with these RINOs? Vote them out in the primaries for going against their word?
(Not to mention I am not looking for a replacement for the Democrats version of health care with a Republicans. I’m looking for a free market solution.)
What to do, what to do…?
First of all, I’ve no skin in this game.
I’ve never been able to serve, nor am I transgender.
I was classified 1-A when I initially registered for the draft, even with my fused right hip and leg being shorter. My osteopathic surgeon sent my draft board a letter, and I was ultimately classed 4-F.
Not that I didn’t want to serve. The plan was do a stint in the Marines, become a cop, then a fed.
To serve my country, AND to be able to carry a concealed weapon nationwide. It was a different time.
But my leg disability put the kibosh on all that.
THEN, I was in college, and thought maybe R.O.T.C.? The interview went like this, “Walk this way. Now walk back this way. You can’t march, get out!”
So much for my military career.
But, my personal life disappointments aside, there’s another point to the story.
Joining the military is NOT a RIGHT – It’s a PRIVILEGE!
And the military makes the rules. They want every human involved to meet a minimum standard of ability. The idea is if soldier one falls on the line, they can be replaced with soldier two. Uniformity. (My apologies to the sailors, airmen, Marines and coasties.)
The services don’t want to be concerned with the 0.3% of Americans with unusual chromosomal makeup. Or the larger percentage who feel they are a different gender than their biology dictates.
If you want to serve, fine. Find another way to serve.
If you are trying to join to get the government to pay for gender reassignment surgery, forget it.
So Monday the contractor returned, closed the hole in the downstairs ceiling, and replaced the upstairs bathroom floor (they had taken a divot earlier to test for asbestos – none found!)
He returned yesterday morning to give the ceiling a second coat.
Everything looks GREAT! FINALLY!
(the leak began in MAY!)
I’m still dealing with my enlarged calf, visiting my regular doctor again today. And the vascular guy again next Monday.
At least the shower is no longer leaking.
But, the adventure does continue. The one working vehicle (J’s 2006 Honda Element) has a battery which is dying. It still starts the car, but could be gone any day now.
$100-250 at most auto parts places.
And I don’t get paid until mid week next week.
It’s always something…
(from The Art of Manliness, in part)
Even though the modern world isn’t any more dangerous than it was thirty or forty years ago, it feels like a more perilous place. Or, more accurately, we inhabit the world today in a way that’s much more risk averse; for a variety of very interesting and nuanced reasons, our tolerance for risk, especially concerning our children’s safety, has steadily declined. So we remove jungle gyms from playgrounds, ban football at recess, prohibit knives (even the butter variety) at school, and would rather have our kids playing with an iPad than rummaging through the garage or roaming around the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, as we discussed in-depth earlier this year, when you control for one set of risks, another simply arises in its place. In this case, in trying to prevent some bruises and broken bones, we also inhibit our children’s development of autonomy, competence, confidence, and resilience. In pulling them back from firsthand experiences, from handling tangible materials and demonstrating concrete efficacy, we ensconce them in a life of abstraction rather than action. By insisting on doing everything ourselves, because we can do things better and more safely, we deprive kids of the chance to make and test observations, to experiment and tinker, to fail and bounce back. In treating everything like a major risk, we prevent kids from learning how to judge the truly dangerous, from the simply unfamiliar.
Fortunately, we can restore the positive traits that have been smothered by overprotective parenting, by restoring some of the “dangerous” activities that have lately gone missing from childhood. The suggestions below on this score were taken both from 50 Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do), as well as memories from my own more “free range” childhood. If you grew up a few decades back, these activities may seem “obvious” to you, but they’re less a part of kids’ lives today, and hopefully these reminders can help spark their revival. While each contains a element of danger and chance of injury, these risks can be thoroughly mitigated and managed by you, the parent: Permit or disallow activities based on your child’s individual age, maturity level, and abilities. Take necessary precautions (which are common sense and which I’m not going to entirely spell out for you; you’re a grown-up, not a moron). Teach and demonstrate correct principles, and supervise some practice runs. Once you’ve created this scaffolding of safety, however, try to step back and give your child some independence. Step in only when a real danger exists, or when your adult strength/dexterity/know-how is absolutely necessary. And don’t be afraid to let your kids fail. That’s how they learn and become more resilient.
In return for letting your children grapple with a little bit of healthy risk, the activities below teach motor skills, develop confidence, and get kids acquainted with the use of tools and some of the basic principles of science. Outside any educational justification, however, they’re just plain fun — something we’ve forgotten can be a worthy childhood pursuit in and of itself!
Unlike many of you out there, I grew up in a city. And, my Dad was largely absent. I was given boundaries, though. Don’t cross these streets; Don’t play with these kids; Let us know where you are; Be home for dinner @ 6 o’clock.
Other than that, I was pretty much left to my own devices. Playing in old abandoned houses and construction sites, climbing into open manholes and irrigation conduits. Picking through discarded trash for treasures. Making rocket fuel and fireworks. Dissecting unexploded fireworks. Dirt clod fights. Rubber band guns with projectiles!
I wasn’t foolhardy, but I wasn’t a namby-pamby either!
I remember when my Dad’s .22 rifle went missing. He accused me of taking it, but was most upset I hadn’t asked! (I didn’t take it – it was stolen and later recovered by the PD)
From what I’ve observed, most kids (and most adults) don’t play outside or explore anymore. Instead, they are inside getting carpal tunnel…
(And not in the traditional way! 😛 )
Toss your kid outside, without their electronics. And tell ’em not to return until dinner-time.
They might learn something!
In our last episode (spoken aloud in Don Adams’ Maxwell Smart voice…)
It was determined I do NOT have a blot clot in my lower right leg (twice!), although the leg remains enlarged. Not painful, but engorged. And hard(?) in spots.
I’ve an appointment later in the month with a vascular specialist. Who knows?
The rash I had has largely dissipated (after THREE 5 day courses of Prednisone – thank you very much!) as well as a slow, agonizing decrease of the itch that accompanied it. Rash gone, still itching.
But, the itch has FINALLY gone away.
Roomie continues to suffer from her chronic health problems associated with asthma, COPD, congestive heart failure and emphysema. And NO, she had never smoked tobacco!
She had, however, worked in plant greenhouses and beauty salons (with many of their toxic chemicals) for most of her adult life.
And she is continuing to recover from her shoulder surgery and is getting physical therapy for the same.
Will she be returning to work? Who knows?
We could use the money – but at further risk to her health?
YES! The shower leak has been repaired! The hole in the living room ceiling? Not so much.
Apparently, the contractor and the insurance adjuster disagree regarding the amount to be paid. Or WHEN this is to be done…
I still possess the dead Oldsmobile in my parking space, now growing spiderwebs. There are ‘complications’ with selling it (not to mention I’ve been offered much less than I thought it worth!) Perhaps donation IS the best route(?)
AND, just to add to the fun – during daylight hours one may not exit the front door to the townhouse in safety. The bees who have taken up residence in the tall bush adjacent to the door have become, well, more populous and hyper-vigilant!
Fortunately, this is an HOA problem.
Unfortunately, this is an HOA problem.
When this will get resolved? Who knows?
(I’ll just walk around the back way to get the mail, thank you very much!)
The ‘Adventure’ continues…
When one is broke?
I have been so fortunate in this life. Not in the money/riches sense, but in the helpful friends and family sense.
These most recent trials involving my roommate’s surgery (and subsequent loss of income), coupled with my own health issues (heart, rash, suspected clot) AND repair of the shower leaking through the ceiling (with an insurance deductible, and the insurance company promising they would pay for a hotel room – they didn’t(!) They said the hotel wouldn’t take it (!?)
I’ve a Sister stepped up without my even asking, with the deductible. That was eaten by the plumber and the hotel. And other friends have come forward to make certain I would have a positive bank balance(!)
The insurance company said, as the hotel refused their method of payment, that we could subtract the hotel charges from the deductible. Making today’s visit from the adjuster forty-one dollars and change!
We actually have that.
Will wonders never cease?
But, back to the question. I’ve been told by my generous friends that there is no balance sheet, and, when I am able, to pay it forward.
I’m on permanent disability, and have no savings left, nor credit! Exactly HOW am I supposed to pay it forward?
And, I have some other payments due shortly with which my friends traditionally assist.
(As an aside, I certainly do not feel worthy of such help, or friends. How they made such determinations is beyond me.)
To all of you (and you know who you are) I have undying gratitude and thanks for all the help you have given me over the years.
I just don’t know why I deserve such help, or how to pay it forward?