August 23, 2019

REALITY

   
Two San Diego Policemen at Comic Con.
                                                
I really didn’t want to do this last test.  You knew that.  But I showed up, not at all awake, without my teeth or hearing aids, without my meds, or coffee, or toast.  Yes, the baseline test went well.  The test is a Dobutamine Echocardiogram.  A non-walking stress stest.  The idea is to raise my heart rate without going over a certain level. 

From where I laid, on my side, I could see the screen and the green line of my heart beat.  From the minute the nurse began injecting the Dobutamine, my heart rate began to soar.  Pretty soon the room began to fill with people including the lovely new doctor.

“We knew that was going happen,” she said almost joyously.  The other cardiac man who was there agreed, as did two nurses and two techs.  It was a small room.

My heart doesn’t like medications everyone told me.

They gave me another med that brought my heart rate down, and sent me home where I took a three hour nap.  We got the loan from the bank, and if G goes off to the Friday Meeting I’m staying home and taking more nap.

Thank you all for caring and for your lovely notes.
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  • Himself:  Starting work at 5, signing for life at 4.
  • Myself:  Dozing, signing, dozing.  At least I am cleared for surgery.
  • Photo:  Mine: 2015.
  • Reading:  The new Box.
  • Gratitude’s:  George had a lot to put up with today.



August 22, 2019

I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND


This week has moved right along at last.  Monday the surgeon.  Tuesday nothing.  Wednesday the new heart doctor who we loved.  Thursday the surgeon again, and Friday two tests ordered by the heart doctor.
                                                
George is my hero at every corner. 

If it is an afternoon appointment, he goes to work very, very early.  Then we go to the doctor, and we come home to no work as he has already put in his eight hours.  Sometimes, like today, he gets up at 4 to have some alone time before work.  In the evenings, while I watch a couple of national news programs, he leaves after the first one and can be found upstairs playing games.

If it is a morning appointment, he splits his work day into two pieces.  Yes, he has been going to bed much earlier than usual.  Yes, he makes some really awful jokes…that I love.  We had one rip roaring argument…we never argue.  We ended up laughing.  Yes, he still holds my hand.    
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  • Himself:  Working hard today.  I’m grateful for his work’s flexibility.
  • Myself:  Monday I slept all morning long here at my computer.
  • Photo:  Mine from outside Comic Con.  He looks like how I feel some days.
  • Reading:  The last of the Vatta Series by E. Moon.
  • Gratitude’s:  My list is pretty endless right now.  I really want to include all of you….my cyber family, my extended family, and my family too.



August 20, 2019

MRI

That was me.  My head was in a little cage, but my socks were a darker blue.  I did laundry yesterday, and I will do more today.  Life consists of laundry days and Doctor’s appointment days.  Tomorrow, the next adventure is tomorrow at three…the new heart doctor..  By 2:30 pm Thursday I hope all wrinkles will be ironed out and I will be at the surgeons office.
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  • Himself:  Working really hard to get his 8 hours in.  He got up at 4 yesterday.
  • Myself:  Dozing today.
  • Photo:  Unknown.
  • Reading:  E. Moon’s “Sasinak.”
  • Gratitude’s:  Endless.

August 18, 2019

VOLUNTEER PICNIC

Newly donated Vietnam era Jeep on display at the volunteer picnic

Neither G nor I had the energy to fix food for the picnic, so we bought a carrot cake at Vons.  Everybody likes carrot cake.  We arrived on time for the food, and somebody made a magic potatoe salad.  That was all gone by the time I reached it as was the carrot cake. 

I ate, I schmoozed, and eventually the cold winds chased me away from socialites.  I read quietly in Grumpy’s front seat while the picnicker’s faded away and the paid people broke down the tables and chairs.  I dozed too.  Good stuff dozing.  Then home to find a wonderful photo book about San Diego from my librarian friend Katy.  Thank you Katy!!!!

The paper bag wrapping for the book contained this additional note….perhaps for her kids….
“Wed.
Garden(s) watered last night.
Goats and Jaeger got double food this a.m.  Water buckets full.
…………….Veggie Burgers
…………….3? hamburger patties
…………….buns in your freezer.
………………XOXO”

Looks like love fer sure.


Volunteer owned 1972/73 Ford Pantera.


August 15, 2019

THE HOT DAYS OF SUMMER

              
I can’t believe it is August.  In the 1950’s, July at Mrs. Duffy’s Ranch Camp for Girls was hot.  In August it was unbearably hot. Here at the beach, it is just warm.  My family are in the 80’s and 90’s.  Bobbie, in the hills behind LA, is in the top 90’s.  We are in the sixties at the moment, and still on hold.

CALLS:  The bank calls every day wanting more information.  Yesterday it wanted the papers that say the condo association does insure the outside of the building.  The surgeon’s’ office called to apologize for saying that I drank 4 to 8 glasses of wine a day.  That’s been removed from the report now.  Something tells me that reports are automated.

I have been wondering if any of you read the links in other’s side columns.  I do.  You folks read some fascinating things.  Invariably I end up watching a video on YouTube.  Yesterday’s video takes a whole hour to get through.  I found it fascinating, you might not.  The QE2 was the last real ocean liner.  Now she sits in the hot sun of Dubai as a hotel.
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  • Himself:  Termite inspection day.  Right now he is auditing.
  • Myself:  On hold, I’m doing better with everyday stuff.  Strawberry Shortcake for dinner last night.  Quesadillas for tonight’s meal.  Laundry…that sort of focus.
  • Photo:  Mine on a January day of the OB Pier.
  • Reading:  E. Moon second to the last of the Vatta saga.
  • Gratitude’s:  Endless.  I sat for a while enjoying the green leaves outside the bedroom window.



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