Jazmee27 
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New outlet cover in bedroom (maintenance finally got around to it)
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Reply #2761. Mar 06 13, 9:18 AM
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Jazmee27
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Forgot to mention that, somehow, Grandma's got pink eye again. (as if once this year wasn't bad enough)
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Reply #2762. Mar 06 13, 1:52 PM
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Jazmee27
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Had someone told me, at the start of the day, that I’d end it with 5116 points, I’d have said, “are you *nuts?” Well… no. (The key to earning major points? First, time; second, don't look in between games - otherwise, you might get discouraged. I did allow myself a glance at the numbers before "Idol," and was shocked to see I had over 3400 :) )
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Spoke to Grandma this evening before “Idol”. She was resting in her hospital bed waiting for the show to dcome on. We talked for a bit before a nurse came in—which was her cue to get off the phone. “Medicine time.” Ick!
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Mom called several times tonight, and—I don’t know how—I didn’t hear my cell phone (it was right next to me, but for whatever reason it wasn’t as loud as it was this morning. Maybe turning it off and then back on helped with that). Mom finally—with her blood pressure spiking—called my landline. It took an insane number of rings for me to answer (I waited forf a commercial, then turned off the TV).
I knew I was in for a lecture—and wasn’t disappointed or surprised. “What are you doing,” was the first thing Mom demanded to know when I finally picked up. “I was getting ready to take my key and come over because I was worried something had happened to you.”
The result? We both apologized—me for causing her undue stress, and her for “taking my head off”.
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Reply #2763. Mar 06 13, 10:56 PM
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Jazmee27
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Was talking to Grandma for a bit. She has to go back to see the doctor at the hospital in a week to ten days so they can check her groin where they put that tube in Tuesday. She has a list of things she can’t do, including taking a tub bath and liftging more than five pounds.
She was telling me about how Crystal and Noah came to visit last night. They had Chinese, and at first she didn’t even know they were there because she was sleeping. The doctor told her not to exert herself, but sleep when she’s tired (amazing how she’ll listen to the doctor, but not necewssarily someone who loves and cares about her).
So, they still don’t know why she had her stroke. It wasn’t the result of a heart problem, in spite of that 95% blockage. Her aorta was tilted, from her years of smoking, and that’s why one of the tests they performee came back abnormal.
As for myself, at some point I need to see a gynecologist for the first time in my life (I’m fearful, which is why I waited so long, but I know I can’t let this go too much longer).
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Reply #2764. Mar 08 13, 2:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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Been working on some new stories--and tapes.
Not listening to the radio as much since the tape deck on the Boombox went... but yesterday I listened to one of my Twila Paris CDs.
Was also listening to "Dream in Blue" by Darshan Ambient online.
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Reply #2765. Mar 08 13, 3:21 PM
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Jazmee27
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Have got to put "Pride and Prejudice" on the top of my "order and read now" list. Mom's starting it, as she's always wanted to read it. Funny how some things remind yu of something you'd like to do.
How is everyone?
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Reply #2766. Mar 08 13, 4:30 PM
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Jazmee27
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Dinner: Chicken fingers... Yum :)
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Reply #2767. Mar 08 13, 4:33 PM
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bob114
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I had a nice surprise for dinner today.
A lady I know on the next street over invited me for a fish fry. Not home made, rather from one of the local establishments.
Very delicious, indeed!
Reply #2768. Mar 08 13, 9:41 PM
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Jazmee27
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Good food, good company: always welcome :)
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Reply #2769. Mar 08 13, 9:43 PM
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bob114
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Yes, always welcome as on this blog.
Reply #2770. Mar 08 13, 10:00 PM
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Jazmee27
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Part I of anecdote follows (I didn't want it to get too long, so that's why I broke it up):
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Reply #2771. Mar 08 13, 10:17 PM
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Jazmee27
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Funny how these little conversations get you thinking…
So I was reading Bob114’s blog when I was reminded of “the incident in which I stuck my arm through a window”.
This was years ago, when I still lived with Mom (in fact, Edy and his kids were still living with us then). My friend Tiffany was over for the weekend, and so got to see the whole thing (and, every now and then, she likes to revive the story – perhaps to illustrate a point, or perhaps to point of some kind… like how different peoples’ reactions are).
This was before I broke my leg, so I couldn’t have been older than 24. (In those days, I had the balance issue, but never thought anything of it – I just thought I was clumsy, not that there was something neurologically wrong with me. I mean, until I fractured that bone I could walk quite fine… most of the time.) Anyway…
The worst part about living there in terms of safety (well, one of the two safety concerns indoors) was the fact that the bathroom was directly across from the stairs. (Brings another story to mind, but that’s for another day. Please forgive my rambling, distracted… (I do tend to veer off topic at times)
I don’t exactly remember all the details – stuff like that tends to fade in time. What I remember is this: The window in question was (and still is) next to the pot, so I must have stumbled sideways right after I stood up. (I hope I had already hiked up my pants, but I truly don’t recall). What I know is, like I said, I lost my balance - and threw my one hand down on the heater (probably the left). I must have overshot the radiator, or else have been too far into the fall. Because the arm went right through the glass of the window (and up to the elbow). There I stood, tears streaming down my face (at least I imagine they were – remember, I don’t recall all that).
TO BE CONTINUED
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Reply #2772. Mar 08 13, 10:17 PM
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Jazmee27
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Tiffany, hearing the noise, came wandering over from my room to see what had happened. She had a short distance to go compared to, way, someone coming from downstairs (how to explain… my room was at the end of the hall, with the kids’ room on one side—next to the stairs—and my mother’s closet on the other side of the room. The closet, by the way, was right outside my door—in fact, if the closet door was open and I was inside my room, I had to wait for Mom to finish before I could even step out because the door opened toward my room. Prompts another memory… never mind that right now).
The kids were at the Y (thank goodness, otherwise… I shudder to think what their reactions would have been—however old I was, they were twelve and thirteen years younger).
Edy was upstairs studying for who knows what (the guy was obsessed with edudcating himself—to the point that… there I go again).
Mom came charging up the steps (I think she was in the living room or something). (The last time she was here, Tiffany po8inted out that she had a shorter distance to travel than Mom, and yet Mom arrived in the bathroom first).
She took in the situation and said, “it’s all right, it’s just a bit of blood.” Or she might have said something like, “tis but a flesh wound.”
Edy just came downstairs and stood in the doorway, almost dispassionately (OK, not nice, but my opinion of the man has changed drastically over the years).
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Reply #2773. Mar 08 13, 10:33 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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Oh my gosh, Jaymee! No ER visit? No stitches? More story...
Reply #2774. Mar 08 13, 10:47 PM
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Jazmee27
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Reply #2775. Mar 09 13, 7:58 AM
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Jazmee27
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In those days I was a lot more stubborn about the ER than I am now. For example, I once tore open my foreheaed (I was even younger than “the window incident,” though in all of these “incidents” I was old enough to know better). Edwared and I were playing, when all of a sudden I slammed my face into my headboard (this is the bed I left at Mom’s—figuring there were too many bad memories associated with it, and besides it needed a new box spring before anyone could sleep on it. So I took the guest bed. Sorry—off topic again).
So I went downstairs, trying to hide with my hair (I had bangs, which is really strange as I always hated hair hanging in my face… or did I just take my hair and flip it front… I don’t remember).
I do recall how (funny how this is, given my “selective memory” as they call it) how, as we’re sitting down for breakfast (Edy was cooking – maybe oatmeal, maybe something else… for another day… get with the program, Jaymee), when suddenly Mom asks me what happened to my head. I believe I feigned ignorance – I’ve done it enough during the years… but Mom insisted on seeing that gash (it’s hard to imagine how I thought my hair could hide it since it wasn’t at the hairline. Another incident involves one that was – but also involves stitches. Moving on…)
I remember Mom and I had a heated argument about whether my eye (for that’s what I cracked open, the area of the forehead above the right eye… or was it slightly below the forehead on the side? Does it matter? Not really… forgive the distracted wanderings of my brain)…
In the end, as that horrible cliché phrase says, there was a compromise of sorts: I put ice on my eye, and since the skin was already knitting together I didn’t need stitches.
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Reply #2776. Mar 09 13, 7:59 AM
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Jazmee27
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Back to “the window incident:” I’m sure of this, that I didn’t need stitches. How I managed that, given what I did, I’ll never know.
Also for another day: incidents involving shattering mixing bowls, broken teeth, and closet doors.
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Reply #2777. Mar 09 13, 7:59 AM
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bob114
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Jaymee, I have spent some time here reading your writings. My goodness, you have had more than your share of mishaps. I hope they have not caused you permanent physical damage and pain.
That being said, you are quite the writer. I'm guessing English was a favorite subject in school for you (mine were English and Math.)
I shall return to read other things that will manifest from your gifted hand.
Reply #2778. Mar 09 13, 5:42 PM
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Jazmee27
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Permanent damage?? Unfortunately – though let’s not get into it at the moment.
“And it’s funny you should mention English as my favorite subject, Bob – because, for a while there, I got horrible grades in the subject… and therefore hated it. To this day, there are certain things about the subject I don’t care for at all (case pronouns, for instance). But I did always have a vivid imagination and wanted to be a writer. Too bad for me then that nobody encouraged me in childghood (if anyone recognized the talent, that is).
Thanks for the compliment – I shall hold it close to my heart.
My mother, much as I love her, tried for the longest time to stamp out my creativity (even redirecting it toward a different format would have been better – for both of us).
It wasn’t until college (I went for my Associate’s, but for reasons that I will go into later never got it) that people started to comment on – and encourage – my creative spark. (Finally, the one year, Mom did help fan the flames of my writing by saying: “if you really want to write, then do some every day.” And so I have endeavored to do (please don’t make fun of my occasional “big words:” they just “come to me,” sometimes without me even knowing the exact definition, but somehow I know it works.)
This blog helps quite a lot with getting the creative juices flowing—as does reading what others have written. Sometimes, a quiz will also do it… funny how the mind works.
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Reply #2779. Mar 09 13, 6:11 PM
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Jazmee27
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Is it really that time again? Yes, I suppose it is.
I completely forgot about Daylight Savings—not having the date on my calendar (the Braille calendar I get now seems to be selective about the “special dates” it lists). Anyway, I was talking to my friend Georgette, and she mentioned it. My reaction: already?
I can just hear it now: tomorrow I’ll call Mom, and the first thing out of her mouth will be, “I want my hour back.” (The additional hour of daylight is welcome, but…)
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Reply #2780. Mar 09 13, 6:27 PM
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