Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, November 11, 2011
I have recently fallen head over heals with my camera! Here are some of my favorites and will be posting more are the urge hits!
Taken in Selma Alabama in October 2011
My mom and I looked up and saw this amazing dog standing in the window of this apartment. He or she never moved and never took their eyes off of us. These windows as you can see are wide open. Tickled me to death to get this shot.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
It happened....no lie!
I haven't posted in a while because I am lazy. In the last month, I have been back and forth from doctor to doctor. I have paid millions in co-pays, gas and meds. I can say without hesitation that I work solely for insurance. Thank God for it. I certainly don't work for the money. Walmart greeters make more than me. Prisoners make more. Anyway, I cannot stand to go to the doctor. I fear doctors and nurses. Not because of needles and stuff. A needle does not scare me...(unless it is in my mouth). I fear their office in general. I will explain.
Two years ago, I was having some problems with my hand (hence, carpal tunnel surgery). I was sent to a new doctor to get his opinion. I made the appointment and the plans to out run a rocket to get there by 3:30. I arrived....checked in....filled out papers....filled out insurance info even though they were going to scan it anyway....went to bathroom and settled in.
4:00 pm. No worries. I can read so more. Confession...I watch people. Even when I pretend to be reading. I am watching.
4:30 pm. I am watching alright. Watching people go in and out of the door. Hey, what about me? I have been here longer than those people. I step up to desk. "I am sorry Mrs. Wells...Dr. Whatever is a little behind." No worries. I can read a couple of articles.
5:00 pm. Worried. Mrs. Wells is getting very worried. I give unfriendly receptionist the "how much longer do I have to wait?" look. She makes eye contact and goes back to her job.
You would think that I would have seen the red flags. Not. I am just happy to be here.
5:15 pm Finally!! They call me back. (No I do not want to step on the scale...look at me...write something down and be kind). "My blood pressure is high?"..REALLY?! "Dr. Freakin Running Behind will be right with you."
5:45 pm I am listening to the doctor talk to other patients. They should really rethink these walls. I really didn't need to know that Mr. Other Patient is having trouble wiping.
6:00 pm Quiet...except for my own shallow breathing and heatbeat. Hello? Do I dare move? Where is Dr. I Will Kick Your Ass when you get in here? No phones....no chatting...no movi.......Goodnight?
Mrs. Wells coughs as loud as she can. Moments later....Dr. I Was Already In My Car When The Nurse Tells Me I Forgot A Patient comes in. No flippin lie...they had locked up.
The red flag is flying so high. I guess I should be happy that the nurse heard me "pretend" cough. Would I have been found dead at the back door the next morning? Would my nails be worked down to the bloody nub? Can you see the headlines.
Dr. I Have Been Doing This Way Too Long....tells me I have some swelling and tenderness...
He has no idea.
I haven't scheduled an appt. past noon since. Someone else can be the last patient.
Two years ago, I was having some problems with my hand (hence, carpal tunnel surgery). I was sent to a new doctor to get his opinion. I made the appointment and the plans to out run a rocket to get there by 3:30. I arrived....checked in....filled out papers....filled out insurance info even though they were going to scan it anyway....went to bathroom and settled in.
4:00 pm. No worries. I can read so more. Confession...I watch people. Even when I pretend to be reading. I am watching.
4:30 pm. I am watching alright. Watching people go in and out of the door. Hey, what about me? I have been here longer than those people. I step up to desk. "I am sorry Mrs. Wells...Dr. Whatever is a little behind." No worries. I can read a couple of articles.
5:00 pm. Worried. Mrs. Wells is getting very worried. I give unfriendly receptionist the "how much longer do I have to wait?" look. She makes eye contact and goes back to her job.
You would think that I would have seen the red flags. Not. I am just happy to be here.
5:15 pm Finally!! They call me back. (No I do not want to step on the scale...look at me...write something down and be kind). "My blood pressure is high?"..REALLY?! "Dr. Freakin Running Behind will be right with you."
5:45 pm I am listening to the doctor talk to other patients. They should really rethink these walls. I really didn't need to know that Mr. Other Patient is having trouble wiping.
6:00 pm Quiet...except for my own shallow breathing and heatbeat. Hello? Do I dare move? Where is Dr. I Will Kick Your Ass when you get in here? No phones....no chatting...no movi.......Goodnight?
Mrs. Wells coughs as loud as she can. Moments later....Dr. I Was Already In My Car When The Nurse Tells Me I Forgot A Patient comes in. No flippin lie...they had locked up.
The red flag is flying so high. I guess I should be happy that the nurse heard me "pretend" cough. Would I have been found dead at the back door the next morning? Would my nails be worked down to the bloody nub? Can you see the headlines.
Dr. I Have Been Doing This Way Too Long....tells me I have some swelling and tenderness...
He has no idea.
I haven't scheduled an appt. past noon since. Someone else can be the last patient.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I don't feel like it....
A friend ask me...why haven't you blogged this week? I don't feel like it. My hand hurts, this bandage is driving me OUT OF MY MIND and I am on pain meds. I do not think I will be able to face you people if I vomit all of my thoughts while on this medication. Precisely why I have never been a drinker...I would definately say something I would regret. I may even show something that YOU might regret. Enough said.
About this bandage....I understand that I should be thankful that it is not a cast. I would hurt someone. This bandage in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but in my little corner of my life....it is a menace. I am not supposed to take it off until my dr. appt on Monday. Up close it smells like hospital. You know that smell of hard plastic, bandaides and bleach. Every now and then I get a whiff and my stomach rolls. I guess the alternative of what it could smell like....oh never mind that thought. Anyway, it is thick and half way to my elbow. It weaves in and around my thumb. I have OCD on many levels. Knowing that I cannot scratch my hand as it itches under this flippin' bandage is just about to put my under. I have at many times since the surgery, stood in the middle of the room screamed because I cannot "get" to the itch. AHHHHHHH!!!!!
I am also, "not supposed to get it wet"! Nevermind that it is my "wiping" hand. I am already inconvienenced but now I have to shower with it hanging out of the shower or straight up in the air. Tod has a way of wrapping it with ziplocks, cling wrap and tape. It works very well. I have not gotten it wet yet. It is a miracle. It you need laughing material for the next time you are nervous....me trying to bathe with one hand should do the trick. Things flying all over the shower stall and there are several grunts and moans that may be considered inappropriate coming out of the bathroom. I am sure something is not as clean as it could be. But, it won't be for the lack of trying.
This blog entry is probably not what you may expect from me. I am loopy and making my self nuts. I am drugged half out of my mind and halucinating. Too bad....if am going to halucinate....I would like to enjoy it. I would like to think that I look like Bo Derek running down the beach in that stupid bathing suit and beaded cornrows swinging in th.......
wait...what was that......
About this bandage....I understand that I should be thankful that it is not a cast. I would hurt someone. This bandage in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but in my little corner of my life....it is a menace. I am not supposed to take it off until my dr. appt on Monday. Up close it smells like hospital. You know that smell of hard plastic, bandaides and bleach. Every now and then I get a whiff and my stomach rolls. I guess the alternative of what it could smell like....oh never mind that thought. Anyway, it is thick and half way to my elbow. It weaves in and around my thumb. I have OCD on many levels. Knowing that I cannot scratch my hand as it itches under this flippin' bandage is just about to put my under. I have at many times since the surgery, stood in the middle of the room screamed because I cannot "get" to the itch. AHHHHHHH!!!!!
I am also, "not supposed to get it wet"! Nevermind that it is my "wiping" hand. I am already inconvienenced but now I have to shower with it hanging out of the shower or straight up in the air. Tod has a way of wrapping it with ziplocks, cling wrap and tape. It works very well. I have not gotten it wet yet. It is a miracle. It you need laughing material for the next time you are nervous....me trying to bathe with one hand should do the trick. Things flying all over the shower stall and there are several grunts and moans that may be considered inappropriate coming out of the bathroom. I am sure something is not as clean as it could be. But, it won't be for the lack of trying.
This blog entry is probably not what you may expect from me. I am loopy and making my self nuts. I am drugged half out of my mind and halucinating. Too bad....if am going to halucinate....I would like to enjoy it. I would like to think that I look like Bo Derek running down the beach in that stupid bathing suit and beaded cornrows swinging in th.......
wait...what was that......
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Out running the dog....
So, I went for a walk yesterday. The doctor said I must strengthen my back....so....I put on my new walking shoes. Armed with my phone, keys and ITouch (all tucked securely in my walking fanny pack...that's right, I said fanny pack), I hit the driveway. When one hurts and doesn't want to do anything but lay on the heating pad, it is very important to find the right song to motivate and push you through "take off" of you walk. She's a Bad Mamma Jamma seemed to do the trick.
I must share something with you. I am a home body. I feel safe in my home. I do not like to walk too far from my house. Why? you ask. I do not know. I have an incredible fear that I will get lost. How stupid is that? I feel vulnerable and shaky. I will walk for 15 minutes, stop and walk back. I am fine if someone is with me. Do I need professional help? Maybe I feel that I will be abducted. Seriously, if someone tried to put me in their car....I know I couldn't out run them, so I would just lay down and play dead. I highly doubt that unless there is a team of kidnappers, they would get me in the car. Okay, with that said....I am working on this fear.
The other thing is my music. I HAVE to have it. It pushes me. My Ipod Touch is loaded with Hip Hop and Old School Funk. The peppier, the better I walk. My only problem is that the minute I put is on.....I can't hear if a kidnapper runs up behind me. I am constantly looking around me so I never fully enjoy the walk that I am supposed to be making to improve my health. This, my friends, is a vicious cycle or ritual that it is performed everytime I go out for a walk. Sad huh?
Okay, back to yesterday's walk. I am ten minutes into it and I start to feel safe from the boogie men of the world. (I can still see my house) This is an adventure. I walk past a house with 2 dogs in the back yard. Crap....I forgot about dogs. Thank God they are in a fenced back yard. I want to tease them for barking at me. I feel very confident that they cannot get over the fence....buy let's not tempt fate. I continue, realizing that I am going to have to huff it up a hill. The faint sound of the little engine that could begins to repeat it's self over and over in my head. Three mailboxes...I can do it. One.....two.....huff, huff, three. Top of the hill.
Yeah, I made it, I di........where did that dog come from? At the top of the hill, (okay, slight incline) a fat, old, ears dragging the ground, belly dragging the ground, hounddog appears from a partially open garage door. He is walking toward me, swinging his ears and belly from side to side. He looks friendly enough until he starts growling. This fat little dog is going to eat me. He is coming at me with all of the force he can muster. I pull out the ear phones and start to pick up speed. He is coming at me faster. I realize that there is no way I can out run him. I am old, fat and I may trip on MY belly that is dragging the ground. Just as I start to panic.....I see it.....the Invisible Fence sign. No wander he looks so frustrated. He has gone as far as he could. I, on the other hand, am walking as fast as I can.
I am done with this walk. I cut through the golf course and enter my back yard in no time flat. Like a record for me. I need water.....nerve pill....rest......
Okay, I good...I think I will go for a walk tomorrow.
I must share something with you. I am a home body. I feel safe in my home. I do not like to walk too far from my house. Why? you ask. I do not know. I have an incredible fear that I will get lost. How stupid is that? I feel vulnerable and shaky. I will walk for 15 minutes, stop and walk back. I am fine if someone is with me. Do I need professional help? Maybe I feel that I will be abducted. Seriously, if someone tried to put me in their car....I know I couldn't out run them, so I would just lay down and play dead. I highly doubt that unless there is a team of kidnappers, they would get me in the car. Okay, with that said....I am working on this fear.
The other thing is my music. I HAVE to have it. It pushes me. My Ipod Touch is loaded with Hip Hop and Old School Funk. The peppier, the better I walk. My only problem is that the minute I put is on.....I can't hear if a kidnapper runs up behind me. I am constantly looking around me so I never fully enjoy the walk that I am supposed to be making to improve my health. This, my friends, is a vicious cycle or ritual that it is performed everytime I go out for a walk. Sad huh?
Okay, back to yesterday's walk. I am ten minutes into it and I start to feel safe from the boogie men of the world. (I can still see my house) This is an adventure. I walk past a house with 2 dogs in the back yard. Crap....I forgot about dogs. Thank God they are in a fenced back yard. I want to tease them for barking at me. I feel very confident that they cannot get over the fence....buy let's not tempt fate. I continue, realizing that I am going to have to huff it up a hill. The faint sound of the little engine that could begins to repeat it's self over and over in my head. Three mailboxes...I can do it. One.....two.....huff, huff, three. Top of the hill.
Yeah, I made it, I di........where did that dog come from? At the top of the hill, (okay, slight incline) a fat, old, ears dragging the ground, belly dragging the ground, hounddog appears from a partially open garage door. He is walking toward me, swinging his ears and belly from side to side. He looks friendly enough until he starts growling. This fat little dog is going to eat me. He is coming at me with all of the force he can muster. I pull out the ear phones and start to pick up speed. He is coming at me faster. I realize that there is no way I can out run him. I am old, fat and I may trip on MY belly that is dragging the ground. Just as I start to panic.....I see it.....the Invisible Fence sign. No wander he looks so frustrated. He has gone as far as he could. I, on the other hand, am walking as fast as I can.
I am done with this walk. I cut through the golf course and enter my back yard in no time flat. Like a record for me. I need water.....nerve pill....rest......
Okay, I good...I think I will go for a walk tomorrow.
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