Yearly physical

Saw my doctor yesterday. She is such an awesome doc. I like her very much. Anyhow, we had a great visit. I am doing great. My blood pressure is excellent. My cholesterol is excellent. My glucose is excellent. My blood work for liver, etc is excellent. My mammogram is normal.

My weight is not, but she is glad to see I am working on it.

A year ago I was borderline diabetic and pre-hypertensive. So it's nice that those two things have gone down.

The weather is improving and I am doing well at taking walks on my lunch break. It feels good to get out in the sunshine.

My progress

  Alrighty then. Five days on my diet and exercise program. Five pounds gone. Two hours of walking done.

No sugar has touched my lips.

So far, so good.

I was all excited to start house shopping, but I think I have to put it on hold for a little bit.

Several reasons why, but the main one is that where I work there is much going on behind closed doors and the whispers and things I hear are not good. The company is not doing that well and we may actually run out of money. Which means I may actually lose my job. I know that as long as the company is open, I have a job. I know they wouldn't fire me. But if doors close.... then I'm in trouble.

So the last thing I want to do is get into a commitment of a house with the threat of no job over my head. At least where I am now.... if I lost my job.... the landlord would let me live there anyway. He would not throw me out.

Anyhow..... it will be ok. It just means George and I can really pump up the bank account. That will be good.

Update on Dad

*sigh.

So.... my dad is in the nursing home/rehab center. Still is not managing his pain because the only time they gave him a strong pain pill was that one time when Donna demanded it. She saw him today and she told the nurse to get the doctor to prescribe something stronger again -- even the Physical Therapists agreed he needed it because he is in so much pain he will not cooperate with therapy.

The therapists said that they think it will take approximately 12 weeks of rehab for him to get to a point where he could possibly go home. However, chances are he will not ever be able to go home unless he gets a live-in care taker.

Donna said he is still very confused and wakes up not knowing where he is. He still isn't eating much because he hates the food. Donna actually got the nurse to order him a pizza for dinner tonight. Hopefully he liked it and it agreed with him.

Anyhow...... I feel really bad for him. But it's going to take a few days to get adjusted. This is his first day there. So, we just need to give it time.

So while I'm worrying about him, I also have a dear friend who called me last night and wanted her life to end. She swore to me she wouldn't commit suicide but she wants God to take her. She is done living. All of this stems from a relationship that ended yesterday. It was doomed from the start and deep down she knew it, but she wanted it so badly she refused to see the red flags.

I was very concerned because her speech was slurred and she could barely talk or make sense and she finally told me she had taken two xanax.  (She usually only takes a half, so this was 4 times the normal amount). I wasn't sure if she'd wake up this morning so I made her text me to let me know she was still alive.

She was. But she is a mess. She is at the end of her rope. This man broke her heart to bits and she just wants to literally lay down and die.

In fact, she is making plans to die. she has this list of things to do, get her house cleaned up, get some stuff finished up at work, and then she wants her husband to come get her and take her to heaven.

I told her I think she may have a long wait because it doesn't work like that.

*** sigh..............  why is life so complicated?

Wow, Really?

They hired a new girl at work last week. I noticed that this girl hasn't been in for about 6 days. Nobody has said anything.

Finally asked where the heck she is and was told she Quit after three days! For "personal" reasons.

Wow. that is rather surprising!

But why would they keep it hush hush? Do they think nobody is going to notice the office is empty again????

Finally some GREAT news.

   George and I were a bit concerned because hardly any taxes were being taken out of his checks. I was sure that come April we were going to owe a couple thousand. So we started taking a huge chunk of his checks and putting it in savings so we'd have the money to pay the taxes.

I gave our info to my tax man last week.... told him to do his best but I was sure I'd be writing a check to the IRS.

Lo, and behold, we got a REFUND!!!  Not a big one. Just $200, but I'll take that over owing ANY DAY OF THE WEEK!

So now........... all that money we set aside for taxes has been added to our "let's build a house" fund. Not sure if we are going to build, or if we are going to buy an existing. But we will definitely get into a house within a year.

I am so excited about that I can't hardly contain myself. LOL.

Update on Dad

Just talked to my sister and she told me about her visit yesterday. She said dad looked really bad. He was exhausted because of the pain. He can't sleep because of the pain. She found out the ONLY pain medication they have been giving him is Tramadol and Tylenol. NOT STRONG ENOUGH!

So she got on the nurses case. The nurse called the doc and they gave him some hydrocodone in pill form. Then he tried to eat some dinner. A few minutes later he started gagging and threw up. Donna actually went through his vomit to see if the pill was in there, but it was not so she figured it stayed down. About 20 minutes later he relaxed a little bit and his pain eased somewhat. I must have called him right about the same time Donna left. So when he told me his pain was gone, it was because the pain pill had kicked in finally.

He has not eaten much. Physical therapy wears him out completely. They are discharging him tomorrow to Pine Heights for rehab. He is in adult diapers now. He's very depressed and Donna feels like he doesn't have much fight left in him. She was also concerned that he may be getting pneumonia. She heard the same rattle in his chest that I did. She said he did NOT have a spirometer in his room which is standard issue for post surgical patients to prevent them from getting pneumonia. So she was calling the hospital to tell  them to get him one.

She said she couldn't sleep last night because she just kept seeing his face and how pitiful and sad and in pain he looked. At that point she started crying on the phone and so did I.

I asked her if I should go back there to see him, but she was thinking the same as me.... to wait and see. If he starts going downhill, then I should. Right now it could go either way. She said he kept talking about how he should just die because he can't enjoy life anymore.

So my prayers have changed from "Please bless him to get well" to "Please bless him with whatever is best for HIM."  If it is his time to leave, then it is. I'm not going to hold him here for my own selfish reasons.

God bless him with whatever is best for him and god bless me with the strength to deal with it.