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Stuck between a rock and a hard place!

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Let’s just say, I was stuck I’m my very own metaphor this afternoon. With the exception of a rock, my dilemma involved my favorite chair in the living room.

Barry was on a grocery store run, while I did a little reading. It was nice and quiet in the house, so I started to fall asleep. As my snooze was getting good, I started to slip down in the chair and the ottoman started to roll away from my chair. A few moments later, I was wide awake and realized I could not move. 

The ottoman was stuck where the rug started. The rug had started to push up and the ottoman was hung. I was positioned with my weak side up, I’m strong on my left side, but it is pretty useless trying to push or pull up.  

I struggled with it for a bit and gave up. Mom was home, but she was behind two closed doors and could not hear my call, soooooooo….I got comfy and waited for Barry to get back. Not sure how long I was in that position, cuz I fell asleep.

Barry came in, laughing as he helped me up. He wanted to take a picture, but I threatened his life. Maggie thought we were playing a game. She was squirming all over the place and licking everything she could get too! What an afternoon!

Daily Prompt: 1984

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You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room:

As I sit here trying to determine what my greatest fear would be, I think of where my life was in 1984. My fears then are incredibly different from today. I wouldn’t like being locked in a room, period. Wait, it just hit me how to write this up.

I’m in my favorite chair, in the living room at my parents home (since I was a mere 17 years of age in that year), I’m reading a mystery. The door to the kitchen is to my right, the couch is against the wall to my right and the door to the front yard is in front of me. The fireplace is to my left. There are windows  to each side of the fireplace. The television is between the fireplace and the front door. The laundry room door is to the left side of my chair. The ceiling fan is bustling above, moving just enough air to keep the room from being stuffy.

My fear is sitting on the screen of the television, a good twenty feet from me. Sitting on the screen of the television is a tiny, harmless, dinky spider. In my mind it is enormous.

It is just sitting still, not moving an inch.  My mind is telling that is the largest critter on earth and it is staring at me, waiting to attack. I’m feeling like a mid-morning snack.

A prickly sensation is running all over my head and the back of my neck feels like every hair is standing at attention. I break out in a cold sweat. The spider is just sitting there. I slowly stand up and attempt to get up the step to get into the kitchen, but the door is locked. That door isn’t supposed to lock. I do not understand. I can’t get near the front door, it is too close to that spider.

I sit still and just continue to read my book. Someone will be home shortly and let me out of here. They also have to get that nasty creature off the television.Cuz, I ain’t touching it! 🙂

Be Patient

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I hate to do this, but the doctor is patching both my eyes through the weekend. I can’t focus on anything and I’m being told my eyes need a rest.

If I get a post completed, Barry has graciously agreed to do the typing for me. He enjoys it as much as I do. He wants to help keep the blog up. Unfortunately, he’ll be doing a lot of things for me this weekend. I’ll take it easy on him.

Hopefully my eyes will straighten out and I can take things over again at the first of the week. Have a wonderful weekend, all!!

“Life is like a box of chocolates”………

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Watching ‘Forrest Gump’ at the theater, when I heard my title in the movie, I giggled. At the time I was a mere 28 years old and didn’t think past which movie I’d like to see next weekend, or what clothes I’ll wear to work tomorrow, or what to cook for supper that night. I didn’t think about the deep, complex meaning those few words can truly hold.

It wasn’t a good four years later that my marriage ended. I moved back to my hometown and back into the house I grew-up in. I had a second chance at life and I wanted to get it right this time.

There were many things about myself that I wanted to do differently, so I got busy and found myself. In that time, I felt like a piece of chocolate in that box that was different in so many ways, but at the same time you could interpret the meaning a a box full of choices. In that box, I found the changes I felt I needed to make and threw myself in head first.

My work ethic grew. I threw myself out there and made my job my number one priority. It kept me busy and kept my head in a good place. I also ventured away from positions I was familiar with and tried something new. The big suprise was I was good at it and found a new love in the nursing field. I job-jumped for a few months, until I settled into the field of geriatrics, where I stayed until my forced retirement.

*In high school, a couple of friends and I made a list of things we wanted to accomplish in life. My main thing on my list was owning my own business by the age of 40. I did it! It felt so good the day we opened our door to patients. We won an award for our service, but then it felt just as bad to close the doors, when we had to. But we had an incredible six years!*

At age 28, watching ‘Forrest Gump’ , I would have never dreamed I would actually meet my soul-mate and have him propose on my 38th birthday. He’s my soul-mate. My first husband was a good man, we just went in different directions. I’m the person I am today, partly because of my time with him, but Barry is the man I was meant to be with. I am the woman I am today, totally because the love and support of my sweet husband!

As I threw myself into my new job, I forgot about all the other important things in my life. I missed my oldest sisters kids grew up, the next thing I knew they were graduating high school and my baby sister was about to have a second baby and her oldest was starting school. It was time to slow down and make time for me.

I guess what I am trying to say in all this babble is that “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get” (movie quote: Forrest Gump, 1994)……but it’s your choice, the box is full. Life is too short, make your choices count!

Time Reblogged…….

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******This is a re-blog. I felt it was appropriate to post it again, cuz that old dislike is the word ‘Time’ is coming out again. I have something go wrong and I feel like crap-ola. All the doctor’s office can say is give it time, they will come in. I truly do not like being in this position. One thing has changed since I wrote this, I have been reminded that I am not supposed to worry about things. I need to put it in God’s hands, he is in control. So much has gone on since 2009, I had kinda forgotten that huge fact. I am actually beginning to feel more at ease about my illness. I do not like getting worse, but I have to remember, I’m just getting closer to him. Honestly, being able to give a little of this worry up is wonderful! I’m loving the peace!*****************************************

I learned to hate that word several years ago. When you are healing after anything to do with the brain, everyone’s favorite thing to say is ” Time, just give it time.”. I do not know about anyone else, but both Barry and I can be a tad impatient. Time is a word impatient people can’t stand.

I have to admit that I enjoyed paying Barry back with a few time comments. You have to understand my husband’s quirky sense of humor. I know he thoroughly enjoyed telling me “Give it time.”. He smiled and giggled a little too much after saying it. I turned it around and now use it on him just a little. I tried to hide my snickering.

Ok, well down to the news I need to share. My visit to neuro-oncologist was quite informative. He gave us more information than we have ever received from other doctors. He confirmed that I do have Cowden’s Syndrome. With my medical history, he doesn’t feel the blood test is necessary. He is scheduling an MRI of the brain and a full body PET Scan. He says he hopes they are both negative, but to be prepared for the possibility. Said it could be as simple as the thyroid cancer not being totally removed or something else manifesting in the neurological symptoms that have been popping up. Here we go again with that word, TIME! Barry and I are praying and giving it to God. If it’s meant to be……….

 

Assume the position!!!!! :-) :-) :-) :-)

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By the title, I can say, I don’t mean what you think. I’m referring to the position Barry had to assume to dry his pants in the Walmart bathroom.

Barry was being a sweety helping me find a cart a Walmart. The area the carts are stored in is dark. As usual, the staff at the local Walmart, had failed to plugin anything to recharge.

On top of that, the second cart he tried had a wet seat. Poor Barry sat down in it. We stopped by after church, so he was in his Sunday clothes. We went to the family restroom, where we attempted to clean him up as much as possible.

We discovered the seat was wet because someone had urinated or had a diaper leak in the seat. As Barry squatted in front of the hand dryer, it became more and more evident exactly what he sat in. He looked like he was trying to do some form of ‘booty dance’. It was funny, but it wasn’t, ya know! I felt so bad for him…….

Barry went to the car and got out of his pants, covered up with a blanket and waited while I picked up mom’s meds and a few groceries.

You should have seen Barry running in the house with his pants in his hands when we arrived home.

Walmart not only does not plug the carts up to recharge, apparently they do not clean them after someone urinates in the seat.

I go to Walmart to shop, because of these carts. I cannot walk more than 200 feet without needing to sit down. It troubles me, that I cannot trust the carts to be somewhat sanitary. I cannot get sick. I clean the handles and wipe the seat before I shop, but this one was in a dark area and the seat was nasty.

What is a disabled person to do? If stores are going to provide these carts, they should take care of them.

Then on the other hand, as customers, we need to plug them up if we can and let them know if one is dirty.

What is happening in this world? We used to care about each other. This world needs to change. Badly……