Jazmee27 
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Mom has plans to see " The Avengers" tonight
She didn't get to sleep until 2 this morning. After dropping Stephanie off around 11, she went to visit my uncle (his new house is in Myerstown, which is where Steph lives)
I took out two bags of recycling and a bag of trash. Mom wanted me to wait until she got here due to my back, but it was already "gathered," and besides the trash was beginning to stink something awful.
Last night Mom and I were talking about Ethan. "He's making that noise again," I told her. "He's a goodGrandbird," she said, "I'm going to act with him like your Grandmother does with you: I think you're too hard on him."
This morning I told her Ethan wanted her to get up. "He's saying, 'Grandma, wake up!"' "You just had to weasel that into the conversation," she retorted.
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Reply #441. May 19 12, 9:36 AM
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Jazmee27
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I just spent countless hours reading through certain stories that, unfortunately, I had the bad grace to post in my old blogs
I won't ever get those hours back :(
Note: I have posted certain stories in this one I consider just a step above that (not horrible, but certainly not good). However, I would point out that the ONLY stories like that are the "real-life" stories; all the rest (the FICTIONAL or FAR FETCHED) are carefully read through BEFORE I even CONSIDER sharing them with anyone again! (SO EMBARRASSING-the shame and humiliation I feel leaves a bad taste in my mouth.)
The only reason I devoted so much time to some of these was so I could write a commentary on how bad they were (or quote the parts I considered good and summarize the rest)
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Reply #442. May 19 12, 11:24 PM
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| lesley153
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Relax, and don't feel bad - I think that's called practice, and editing.
Reply #443. May 20 12, 7:28 AM
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Jazmee27
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The drafts I’ve been reading led me to wonder how I was able to salvage (keep) six of the legends from 2010 (I think I saw my life speeding before my eyes with a few of the 2011 ones)
It’s time again for that annual funfest they call a Memorial Day picnic.
Janice and Bill were supposed to come down with the camper to stay at Grandma’s Friday and leave on Sunday (but if it rained a lot this wee, they would wait and come down in the car Monday, and if it rained Monday wouldn’t come at all)
Saturday was their 49th wedding anniversary, and they were forced to spend it waiting for a tow truck (I won’t even try to explain what happened, as it’s quite confusing, but the important thing is nobody was hurt).
Their car has a flat tire (and a damaged wheel), so they’re using a rental until their’s is fixed.
One of their neighbors is having a yard sale for the Boy Scouts on Saturday, so they figure they should be home for that.
So, they’ll still be waiting until Monday (and, should it rain, they’ll stay home).
I called in a grocery order, and told them I want it delivered Wednesday as I won’t be here tomorrow (well, “might not be”)
Grandma’s coming up tomorrow to take me for my hair cut. We’ll also go to the photo ID place to get my information updated and another card issued (mine’s expired). And we’re going to pick up something for lunch.
Oh, speaking of lunch, today I was hungry for something other than soup or cheese sandwiches, so I ordered chicken tenderloin sub and breaded cauliflower from Marco's.
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Reply #445. May 21 12, 12:24 PM
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Jazmee27
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I'm now reading "Heart of Texas, Volume 2," having finished "A Dream to Call My Own" yesterday
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Reply #446. May 21 12, 12:29 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom and I were talking about the picnic on Monday. “I was thinking you could make something.” Some ideas she “threw out there” were:
- Instant cheesecakes. Only problem I could see is the dessert’s only as good as the mix from hence it’s made.
- Microwavable cakes. I’m not a big fan of cake to begin with; when I do eat cake, it has to be moist enough.
- Dirt dessert. I’m kind of leaning toard this. Mom would help me use my mixer (which I’ve never used and forgot I even had), as well as helping me get ingredients.
- Fruit salad. Whether I make this for Monday or not, I want to look into possible recipes.
- Party mix. This one’s out because the stuff I use now, not everybody at the picnic might like (besides, I’d like to learn to make something different for when company comes—broaden my horizons, so to speak).
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Reply #447. May 21 12, 8:53 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom's going to buy the singles of "What Makes You Beautiful" and "Somebody That I Used To Know" online and put them on a CD for me. She was going to get "Somebody That I Used toKnow" anyway, but we were talking and I asked how a single worked, because I've never bought one before (I never had a need to, for the artists I liked always had more than one song on their albumI liked, but as I explained to Deb, or rather remarked, there's so much music today that I *don't* care for and only *one* song that I do). So I said I was considering buying the singole of "What Makes You Beautiful," and she offered to download it along with the other one (I was really touched when she made the offer, I felt for an instant as if I might cry).
It still amazes me that Mom and I like the same music (I also told Deb the youngergeneration seems to have this idea the older generation only likes the older music. Not that that's a bad thing, but we just have this idea that the music we're into--as in the modern stuff--won't be the same as what they like. Grandma listens to some "music of today," but the station she listens to is conservative compared to half the stuff I listen to. I would note that, if Y102 came in on my radio, I'd listen, but I've always had a hard time tuning that one in.)
I was shocked the time (about four years ago) when I learned Mom had a Fergie CD. "Since when does she listen to *that*?"
Seems Deb and I have similar music tastes, and her children react much the same as I (or the kids) did with Mom (she told me she sings along to Katy Perry, and her older son wonders what she thinks she's doing. **And she, like Mom and I, likes *Gotye!)
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Reply #448. May 21 12, 9:10 PM
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Jazmee27
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Once again, I canceled plans withGrandma (my back and right foot are bothering me)
The downside is that Grandma had consented to picking up her brother's diabetes medication, but now she'll wait as she can't afford to go out of her way by making extra trips :(
Now we're going on Thursday (I **won't *allow* myself to cancel then)
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Reply #449. May 22 12, 12:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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What an enlightening experience *that* was!
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On March 29, 2007, I fell while leaving my class and broke my right leg. Right after I fell, though, I refused to believe I was seriously hurt—surely I just need to sit down and rest. But, upon getting up to use the bathroom and finding that I couldn’t put weight on my leg without it buckling, I knew it was time to revise that thinking.
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Like my main character, I'm too stubborn for my own good
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Reply #450. May 22 12, 12:13 PM
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Jazmee27
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Renee was an absolute saint
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So I called the bus to pick me up and take me to the hospital (I’d been calling, thinking I could just go home and rest and everything would be better in a while, but I kept having to wait and wait so once I realized it was an emergency I called again), then called Mom from the van to let her know I was on my way to the ER (I knew it was a busy day for her, and she was at work without the car, so it would take a while for her to get there, but I thought she should know).
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Is it any wonder Renee became my favorite driver (even though I barely saw her after that because the company put her in the office for the most part, doing dispatch, and only let her out when they needed additional help)
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Reply #451. May 22 12, 12:17 PM
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Jazmee27
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What kind of warped reasoning creates such a scenario?
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At the hospital, after x-rays showed the leg had been broken cleanly, the nightmare began. Doctors and nurses kept repeating “she can’t stay here, she can’t stay here,” and nobody was explaining why—or how I was supposed to make it up a flight of three steps *plus the landing *plus nineteen more! And they seemed not to realize—or care—that I couldn’t see: they were all ready to cast the leg, teach me to use crutches, and have me schedule an appointment to see a bone surgeon the next day.
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Truth really *is* stranger than fiction!
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Reply #452. May 22 12, 12:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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As luck would have it, the doctor who Mom wanted to operate me was just preparing to go on duty, and was kind enough to come back and talk to us. First of all, he explained that the reason I couldn’t stay was insurance. And second, he asked us to wait until the next week, as he didn’t use the hospital’s equipment. “The bone’s already broken,” he added, “so the damage has already been done”—and he explained *how I was going to maneuver steps in the meantime.
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Reply #453. May 22 12, 12:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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Repeat this line about a dozen times over:
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If only more doctors were like that…
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Reply #454. May 22 12, 12:20 PM
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Jazmee27
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Comparisons are unfair because they don't do justice to what's being compared
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In July 2010, I kept falling until I wound up in the hospital. And thee surprising thing was, after deciding to admit me (after Mom showed them that yes, I *did have insurance [something about a system change that made them lose their prior records]), they kept me for **five *days!
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So much hassle could have been avoided had they *not* lost them!
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Reply #455. May 22 12, 12:22 PM
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Jazmee27
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There are a few details which still stand out:: the ridiculous conversation with the hematology doctor, who didn’t seem very “with it”; the alarm the hospital put on my bed that was so sensitive that if I breathed, it went off; the MRIs and ultrasound; and let’s not forget being woken by the neurologist, being kept awake by pain, or the conversation regarding spinal taps…
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STUPID!
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Reply #456. May 22 12, 12:23 PM
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Jazmee27
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But all of that is a blur compared to my stay at the short-care facility behind the hospital, the Hyman Caplan, which has two sides, TCU (The Transitional Care Unit) and the rehab unit. (It should be noted that I was on the rehab side in 2007; in 2010, TCU [the difference, as I understand it, is one of cost—rehab is private rooms while TCU are not, and the amount of hours spent in therapy I’m told are narrowing so they are almost the same {but I think TCU is more intensive at this juncture}]).
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Reply #457. May 22 12, 12:25 PM
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Jazmee27
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First off, I had three roommates (a mark of how quickly they move you out of there): Shirley (from Newmanstown; her boyfriend, Tom, came to visit frequently), Virginia (whom we all called Ginny and whose son, David, visited regularly [he’s the one who began calling me “Staymee,” after one of the nurses the one day {I’d love to know what she intended to say} exclaimed, “Staymee’s back” when I got back to the room after therapy the one day]), and Sally (whom I never got to know because I went home the day after she arrived). |
Reply #458. May 22 12, 12:26 PM
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Jazmee27
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Second was the food: you could order what you wanted, but if you were on a special diet (i.e., “healthy heart” or whatever they called it), myour choices were limited (and the low-fat, low-cholesterol foods tasted like sawdust [initially, I was on it, but at some point they changed it so I was on a regular diet {but all three of my roommates had to live, day after day, on the unpalatable food}]). And |
Reply #459. May 22 12, 12:26 PM
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Jazmee27
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third, there was the staff and nurses (Kelly was my physical therapist, Debbie my occupational therapist, but I got to meet quite a few others from both departments [most of the names are lost to me, except there *was Diana from OT and Jessica from PT {let’s not forget Justin, who was my therapist at the Good Samaritan Hospital and who is three or four years older than me} And as for nurses… I remember Penney, who the one day told me she was like a bad egg, and Eileen, who Shirley called “the vampire lady.”]) And, of course, there were the other patients—I remember Richard and Dwayne and Helen [Richard’s the one I dubbed “Mr. Negativity,” and who told me that my smiling all the time inspired him to be more positive; Helen’s the one who used to trade jokes about how mean Kelly was {side note: all cracks were started by Kelly}; and Dwayne was the guy who, due to a stroke or something, had trouble communicating {his words always came out garbled}. I remember clearly how he always talked about food {especially hot dogs and pretzels}, and the day he was cursing up a blue streak because it hurt so bad}).
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Reply #460. May 22 12, 12:27 PM
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