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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

It’s that seasonal gift

Ahh, ‘‘tis the season. Leaves begin to turn, the temperature drops at night, and 🐁 🐁 look for a warm place. The gift that your cat proudly lays at your feet, hopefully not squeaking in terror. Maddux caught his first 🐁 of the season in the middle of the night last night in the living room, where my spouse continues to sleep because of throbbing and terrible bone pain.

My spouse thanked Maddux and kept praising him “good boy, good boy”. Then the circus acts started. Maddux wasn’t just happy playing with the mouse batting him between his paws like all of my previous mousers have done. Nope. Maddux started flinging Mickey 🐭 through the air. YES! And then running to retrieve it. Maddux did this repeatedly. According to my spouse it was quite the show...until...Maddux flung Mickey 🐭 into the air and couldn’t find it! Ohhhh my spouse was mad! Turned on her phone πŸ”¦ again and started searching the living room. And searching. Finally she saw it on the arm of the white chair (that will be shampooed later today). She’s freaking out, at least by this point Mickey 🐭 had squeaked it’s last squeak. 

Next thing you know, it’s Act 2! Maddux finds the mouse and starts flinging it through the air. At this point my spouse is a little more than furious, because Maddux has, in short time, AGAIN, lost track of where he had flung Mickey 🐭. So the πŸ”¦ comes out again and the search resumes. (She’s relaying to me what transpired and at this point I can’t contain myself and burst into laughter.) Again she finds Mickey 🐭 on the arm of the white chair! She retrieves it with newspaper and a plastic grocery bag and gives it to my son to give Mickey 🐭 a proper burial <cough> dispose of in the trash outside. 

Oh Maddux, P.T. Barnum would be proud.

I think I’m going to find some circus music to play for when my spouse returns from dropping off my car.

Lola’s Diner c2008-2018

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Furnishing an apartment and other things

Finally reached the doctor about the headaches. He prescribed a steroid that come like a Z Pack. First day 6 pills spread out throughout the day, 2nd day 5 pills, and so on until the last day you take one. Did I mention this steroid is like speed? First day, the 6 pill day I finally fell asleep at 6:30am! And I had to get up at 9am to take the car in, A/C recharge. Worked for a couple days and then no more. 

Today was like driving in a sauna. Nothing like cargo shorts and a graphic tee stuck to leather. All the windows and the moon roof open, still my son and I are drenched in sweat. We went to pick up the Boho loveseat for my daughter’s apartment. Solid piece of furniture, obviously kept in a room seldomly used. My spouse refers to it as the “maybe apartment”. As each day passes, my daughter informs us of more details. There are 2 openings. They do interviews. Which as I recall for the group home was the same deal. One of the ladies in the apartment was in the same group home as my daughter. They know each other well and get along well. To hear my daughter talk about it the first time it was like she had an “in” with the director. Fingers crossed because we have her living room and dining area furnished. Today we also picked up 2 blonde bi-level end tables that are a perfect match to the blonde circular table I got 2 weeks ago. Crazy they are a perfect match because the end tables came from Indiana. The guy had to cancel on me, we were to meet at a Starbucks in Orland Park. He felt bad about it and met me at the Speedway 4 miles from my house today. My sister-in-law is selling a pair of expensive dining room chairs and giving away a leather recliner. ‘No room for the Christmas tree with it in the living room, take it for free.’ Ok! I also have my old dining room set. So 2 rooms furnished!

Because of all the things happening today, and not being accustomed to having an afternoon medication, I missed it. I remembered because of the head banging headache I had after we started dinner. Took the pills, and a muscle relaxant a couple hours later, and filled an old fashioned ice pack with ice and went to snuggle with Netflix. Well not really, couldn’t find anything to watch.

Tomorrow will be taking photos of the end tables. I think there is a cigarette burn to be dealt with, so I’ll put the photos up on the refinishing and flipping pages and get advice on how to make the repairs.

Lola’s Diner c2001-2018

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Need a vacation

Sooo today I had to take my son to his appointment in Oak Brook. This is the second time, normally my spouse drives him. All day I had extreme anxiety over this drive. I hate it. My phone navigation app navigates the route with roads I very much dislike. I don’t like taking Bell Road or Hwy 83. My Tom Tom is MIA. I could easily re-route on that to avoid those roads.

The two year anniversary of the major car accident is in 6 days. I still will not drive the stretch of road where the accident happened. Oh, and my tailgate I took back 3 times to the car repair place treated me like a stupid woman, told me nothing was wrong with it. There was a slight rattle that is very noticeable. That tailgate is now unusable because all the lock assembly is rattling in the tailgate. I’ll have to pay for it, keep the receipt and wish for reimbursement. 

We left on time and arrived on time, however, the drive was not uneventful. Driving on 83, there is an intersecting road before 22nd Street. No signals, no stop signs. Traffic in my direction is going 65-70mph. I come up on that intersecting road and a huge white Suburban shoots out in front of me. I slam the brakes, the BMW directly behind me slam their brakes, I’m panicking and praying at the same time. I don’t see the BMW’s grill and headlights. I slam the brakes, the white Suburban passes and I hit the gas. Somehow I left the BMW in the dust...it didn’t hit me. I get to my son’s appointment and I’m shaking.

Appointment over and the panic sets in again. I remember seeing a ramp for I55 South and I take it, then I see I355 South and I take it. The drive is much shorter than the route there and I get home with no issues.

Still having horrible headaches. Will get ahold of my doctor when they open.

Lola’s Diner c2008-2018

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Anniversary and things

On Friday my daughter had her 1 year anniversary at her job as a grocery bagger. My son and I did a Sam’s Club run and picked up a cake and had them write Happy 1 year and her name.

I always try to make sure I go a little overboard when it comes to my kids’ milestones because it is a very big  deal for someone with a serious mental illness to reach any milestone. To get a job and hold a job and to work the same job for a year is really a major accomplishment. Needless to say my daughter was over the moon when we brought the cake out. My spouse thought it was a bit much, but then she didn’t live through their illnesses for the last 11 years and the 25 hospitalizations. So we had a nice celebration.

I talked to my daughter more about the things she needs for her new place. We talked interior design. She really loves the table I snagged and has been driving me crazy about 2 end tables I found that would match well but haven’t been able to set a pickup. They are also MCM and blonde. Crossing my fingers that I can snag them. We talked about how to refinish and came up with some really cool ideas. We also talked about colors. She probably can’t paint any walls or doors, but colors can come from many places. Bathroom towels, rugs; kitchen towels, rugs; wall art, dishes, kitchen canisters, cookware. So lots of places color can be used. I asked her what kind of kitchen canisters. I mentioned Apple, sunflower, grapes, locking canisters, and retro canisters, Kromex Brushed Stainless that I inherited from my Mom. Of course she picked the Kromex. I won’t part with mine, but they can be had on Etsy, and possibly thrift stores.

She noticed the Fiestaware cups and saucers I scored. I told her those go with my set. I’m hoping she doesn’t have Fiestaware taste. I’m kind of hoping for Corelle taste. I’ve seen a lot of it thrifting. 

We are taking it slow, picking up items from thrift when I can. No refinishing will start until all the pieces have been collected. My son will help with the refinishing. It’s going to be fun. I could definitely use  some fun.

Lola’s Diner c2008-2018


Thursday, August 30, 2018

The end...new beginnings

Radiation treatments are finished. My anxiety level is decreasing. Very thankful.

We are constantly running to Walmart to pick up our prescriptions. There is a Goodwill in the same strip. I usually take my son as co-pilot. We usually pick up a few pieces of Corning Ware, and sometimes luck into finding bar ware that matches my glasses from Crate & Barrel. It’s amazing how many of these pieces my kids have broken over the years. Why not save quite a bit and replace them at Goodwill? While we’re there I spy an small blonde coffee table, probably MCM. It was under $10 and in very good shape. I was just drawn to it and went back a few times before I checked out, without it. I got home and I was still thinking about it. It was like the episode of Twilight Zone “About the Fever”, where the gambler is being chased by a slot machine that keeps calling to him by name, Franklin, over and over. Ok, not exactly, I just wanted to show off my knowledge of Twilight Zone minutiae. So I’m regretting not getting it. Thinking I could upcyle it and flip it. (Yes...I watch way too many of those shows and belong to way too many Facebook groups.) 

My daughter calls after dinner as she usually does. She is wound up, fast talking, complaining about something, as usual. She’s been wanting to get a mini fridge for her room with a lock because housemates are stealing food she buys with her job money. One is  eating my daughter’s peanut butter out of her jar with their fingers. Blech! She works too late to make dinner on the nights she is assigned. They’ve eaten hours before she gets home. So her team lead is making getting the fridge conditional on her doing her assigned meal nights and chores (on days she is assigned when she is on a home visit.) She is making getting the fridge conditional on things that are not doable. Girl went all the way to the top! She called the Director (that’s my move!) She explained the situation and the Director came up with a different solution. My daughter was offered the opportunity to move out into the community into a 1 bedroom apartment in a building owned by the same service agency that runs the group home she lives in. It’s a 20 unit, single floor, fairly new building. (My spouse and I went for a drive by between medical appointments.) The apartment is unfurnished, but comes with a stove and fridge. She will likely get to take her bedroom set from the group home since it was purchased using my daughter’s SS or state funds, but other than that she’s got to get everything else she needs. 

Today we had to drop off prescriptions after an appointment, so my co-pilot and I stopped by Goodwill...and the coffee table was still there! I tore that tag off right away! We also got her a kitschy salt and pepper set that we also saw yesterday. So I’ve been making a list, seeing what things around my house I can contribute. So far, my 1st Keurig (still works, I wanted the 2.0 with the Karafe), a hand mixer (who needs one when you have a Kitchen Aid Mixer?), and some other odds and ends. 

My daughter called me today, said she had already called the Director to ask about doing lunch next week. Lol! To be fair, it was discussed yesterday that they go out to lunch some time, I’m sure it wasn’t expected to be that soon.

I have to say, I am so proud of my daughter. I remember the days when she was younger that I asked her to go with her brother and find a sales clerk and ask them what she needed to know. Teach her to ask for herself. It started out badly with her in tears, but after a few times she got the confidence to ask. When she first moved into the group home she would call me with problems that came up and want me to handle them for her. In the beginning I did because living in a group home was a new experience and at times she was quite fragile. Then I began telling her what I did, how to handle the conversations. And now she is handling these things for herself! Next week is her 1 year anniversary at her job. She’s really rockin it! If someone told me 5 years ago that my daughter would be living at a group home, got a job, celebrating her 1 year anniversary, and moving into the community into an apartment I probably would have broken down in tears or punched them in the face for saying things that clearly were not even dreamed of 5 years ago. Life’s been hard, but it’s been good too.

Lola’s Diner c2008-2018

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Third, fourth and cat musings

Fell asleep during the third treatment, was awake for the entire fourth treatment. Was just approaching freak out mode when the door opened and the tech walked in as the machine slid me out. I forgot the lavender oil. Next treatment is Wednesday, can’t forget it again. 

I IM’d my sil because she sells Young Living Essential Oils because I keep getting reminded that we are running low on lavender. I can’t believe it’s $28 with Tax (she’s giving me a $0.99 break on the price and she’s paying the sales tax, I priced around, that’s how I determined that.) I want to ask her about another oil that is supposed to help with brain swelling/inflammation, but the night got away from me. We already have a bottle, I just need to find out how it’s used in this application. Google dr did say it was good for this, but wasn’t clear on how to use it. 

Cat musing #1-Maddux is driving us up a tree with his daily whining after our lunch time. We’ve gotten him into the habit of eating a small can of grain-free wet food. So it is our own fault, but it’s soooo obnoxious. He will stand in front of you “meeeeeow, meeeeeow” over and over. First he tries me, then my spouse, then my son who will not play. “You’re asking the wrong dude, dude.” Lol!

Cat musing #2-Irish is being clingy weird. She’s normally very aloof, if she wants to be scratched she’ll come by, but when she’s had enough...off she goes. My spouse has had to sleep on the Lazy Boy recliner sofa because she can’t do stairs. (She’s having an awfully painful recovery with this 2nd leg. She should be in outpatient PT, but she’s still on home visits and the therapist is only having her do stretching exercises. So she is quite far behind where she should be and she’s in a lot of pain...and generally not very pleasant when around the kids. I’ve even faced her rath, which is usually very rare. To be fair, I do have some super cranky times. Times when the back pain is bad and so is the headache. It’s usually when it’s meal prep time and I’m getting no help.) So she’s downstairs and I’m upstairs alone. But not really. Most every night Irish sleeps with me now. All night. She usually sleeps at the foot of the bed, but lately she had been coming up by my abdomen and pushing up against me and falls asleep. Before she goes to bed she comes around for scratching, real close and stays for a long while. If I stop scratching, she smacks me with one paw, then the other. She does that a few rounds, if I don’t scratch, then she head butts me. She’s also done the submissive lie on her back and wants me to scratch her belly (whose cat is this? It’s not Irish). If I don’t comply or stop she uses both paws to grab my hand and pull it to her belly. It’s just been a lot of out of character behavior. I know they say pets can sense when you’re not feeling well, but this behavior is overboard. Even my cuddly Maddux doesn’t hang out this long. 

Cat musing #3 Bubba-She’s a freakin weirdo. She comes in, jumps on the bed, walks right up to my face and says a very high pitched “mehhhh”. And repeats it several times. She doesn’t want her head scratched, I’ve tried that. It’s like she’s saying “Look at...ME! Look...at...ME. The Queen is here, bow down to the queen.” Sometimes she’ll walk down to my feet and head butt them wanting to use them as a scratching post, but most of the time it’s just “mehhhh”.


Lola’s Diner c 2008-2018

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Second

I was able to medicate adequately because my spouse drove and I used lavender essential oils. We got there early, much better. I have to say, they have the best staff there. The techs that now wheel me to and from (my legs felt like jelly after the first treatment) follow my sense of humor and try to crack me up. 

Much better, begin counting backwards as the mask is clamped down, then slide into machine for the scan (to insure everything is aligned properly), then slide out for it to be reviewed. Slide back in for treatment. I didn’t ask how long (last time was 6.5 minutes). Shortly after treatment begins my nose starts to itch, like crazy (stop laughing, you know you are, I laugh thinking about it). I interrupt my count thinking about the itch and tell myself to stop and get back to counting. Dang, the itch is spreading to the top of my left cheek. Again, COUNT! Next thing I know One of the techs is walking towards me telling me “we” are done for today. The sound of the clamps being opened, raise my head and gasp for air. The techs asked how it went, I showed them the oval foam I hold onto while in the machine. It’s not scrunched up from white knuckling. ‘Ah, no white knuckling today, good job!”

After treatment my spouse drops me at Walmart to get my special steroid that I was supposed to take an hour before treatment. Couldn’t get there before. Sat waiting for my son to get me a motorized cart. I am very unsteady on my feet, very tired. My sister-in-law walks up and starts asking about the treatments, I say I’m here to pick up an Rx I that was ready last night, that I needed before my treatment but couldn’t get there earlier. Phone rings, it’s my sister, I decline. I broke up the conversation quickly, spouse was in the car, in pain, and son was approaching.

We got home, ate late lunch after I figured out what didn’t make me think🀒. My phone rings. Guess who? I decline again. I’m trying to eat and I’m exhausted. I go upstairs and fall asleep for hours. Somewhere in that time, my phone rings, wakes me, I decline again. (Really, no one really wants to hear me talk after being dogged all afternoon and getting woken up.) So now the fam is asking about dinner, I reply and tell my spouse about the calls. She’s exasperated too because she has had to handle her many times before because of this behavior. Anastasia before her also had to put her in her place.
 
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