... and it was from Housewyfe Wendy. Since I had only one guess to yesterday's question, I will address this post to the her.
No Wendy, it wasn't Jesus that visited yesterday, it was Barbara's sister Kathy. And since your guess was also your first visit here, (thank you for visiting) you don't know the significance of that, so I will give you a little background info.
Barbara has three sisters; Kathy, Ann Marie and Debbie. Kathy is the sister that lives 1/4 mile away and never visits Barbara. Well, never is an exaggeration I suppose. I guess I should say almost never, just to be fair, because Kathy's last visit was July 1st and the one before that was Easter Sunday, March 27th. So never really is not correct. Ann Marie lives about 5 miles away and visits almost once a week when she is in the area (like 5 miles is exactly out of the area and chore to travel). Debbie lives in Florida near their parents, and I may be wrong, but I think was here right after Barbara's first brain surgery in July 2003.
So Wendy, yesterday's visit was really a surprise to me, which is why I posted the "do you know who showed up" question yesterday.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!
You'll never guess who showed up before. You'll never fucking guess.
Go ahead and try, but you'll never get it.
Go ahead and try, I'll give you some time.
Go ahead and try, but you'll never get it.
Go ahead and try, I'll give you some time.
Sylvia
I've mentioned her before, she's my wife's caregiver. She called in sick this morning because she has a problem with her mouth and had to go to the doctor or dentist or something. Don't really know where she went, as there is still somewhat of a language barrier with her recently coming here from the Dominican Republic and all.
That being said, I decided, to take the day off today. I could have worked at home, on-line, but decide to go back to sleep and make it a three day weekend. It's no big deal really being off. I don't get to do anything special, or even go outside, but I still had the day off which ain't a bad thing, no matter how you look at it.
I got to stay in my bathrobe, read blogs and browse my favorite
That being said, I decided, to take the day off today. I could have worked at home, on-line, but decide to go back to sleep and make it a three day weekend. It's no big deal really being off. I don't get to do anything special, or even go outside, but I still had the day off which ain't a bad thing, no matter how you look at it.
I got to stay in my bathrobe, read blogs and browse my favorite
"" sight and do what one would do with ones self, while watching "". ;)
My Vertigo
It seems to have subsided as I can actually roll over without the room spinning. I guess it's time to cut back on the meds from three times a day to two times. Wish me luck.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Uh......
All of them are interesting, but a lot of them make me sad.
My AC Broke, Part 7
I just looked at the thermostat in the hall, and it reads 81F. Damn, I'm tired of not having AC.
Just to keep you updated; the first two central air contractors gave me prices of $3,200 and $3500, but never sent the estimates (guess they don't want the jobs). The third guy was $5,200 (he left the estimate before he left that evening). I got a post card in the mail yesterday from another contractor and left a message on his answering machine a little while ago to call me. I hope this guy is closer to the first two.
I saw the weather forecast and it looks like Tuesday it will get up to 92F. Damn, that's hot. I wonder what the temperature in the hall will be that day?
Just to keep you updated; the first two central air contractors gave me prices of $3,200 and $3500, but never sent the estimates (guess they don't want the jobs). The third guy was $5,200 (he left the estimate before he left that evening). I got a post card in the mail yesterday from another contractor and left a message on his answering machine a little while ago to call me. I hope this guy is closer to the first two.
I saw the weather forecast and it looks like Tuesday it will get up to 92F. Damn, that's hot. I wonder what the temperature in the hall will be that day?
Friday, July 8, 2005
Yep, it's vertigo
I went to the doctor this morning and he confirmed I have vertigo. I had a 10:45 appointment and got there a few minutes early as I don't like to be anywhere late. I get called into the exam room about 10 minutes later at about 10:50. Not bad I think, only waited 10 minutes. But the inevitable wait for the doctor to show started.
As the wait progressed, I thought, "Good thing I brought the newspaper". It wasn't enough reading material for the wait though, because I read the whole thing through and started it over a second time before he finally showed up at a little after 11:30.
Well, we talked a little, he asked how Barbara was doing, I complained about my lack of sleep the past week or so because of her agitation and the hallucinations, small talk over and we got down to why I was there.
"I can't sleep on my back. Everytime I roll over and my head gets vertical, BAM!!!, I start spinning out of control. The spinning lasts for like 30 seconds."
That may not seem like a long time to you guys, but it is. I hate vertigo.
He says I probably have an inner ear infection which is causing the vertigo. He says he wants to take my blood pressure, take some blood, do an EKG of my heart and check the pressure in my ears.
I wanted to say, "Look doc, like I said on the phone, I have fucking vertigo! I've had it before and I know what it is. Just give the fucking prescription and let me out of here. I don't need all this extra money making, for you, tests to prove what we both already know, is wrong with me, I have vertigo."
He says the nurse will be in a minute (fat fucking chance of that) to take the tests.
Now I wait another 15 minutes. She pushes in the first cart, does some tests. Then pushes in the second cart and does some more tests. "What did the ear pressure test show", I asked. "I don't know how to read that, the doctor will be in in a minute."
LMFAO, a minute? Doctors watches shouldn't even have minute hands. They don't know what a minute is.
Now I start looking looking around the exam room.
"Free Viagra. Buy 5 prescriptions and get the sixth free". Not now, but someday.
"Do you have low testosterone?" No pamphlet but a cute little electronic game type thing with yes or no answers.
Then there's the chart with the wife complaining about her husbands snoring. "Do you have sleep apnea?" it asks.
What else?
Hey, another little electronic push the yes or no answer things about getting an erection. I push the on button, but the batteries are dead on this one.
The doc comes in about this time and tells me my heart is fine, he's sending the blood out to have it tested and my ear pressure is a little low probably because I have fluid in my ears, which is screwing up my balance.
Now for what we've all been waiting for, the diagnosis.
"You have vertigo."
I wanted to say, "No fucking shit. Isn't that I told you when I walked in? Look doc, like I said on the phone, and again when I got here, I know I have fucking vertigo! I've had it before and I know what it is. You should have just given me the fucking prescription and let me out of here. I didn't need to spend all this time here waiting and all this extra money making, for you, tests to know what we both already knew, is wrong with me."
"I want to see you in a week to see if it's better. Check with the appointment desk in the back. See you in a week."
Sure I will. My vertigo will be gone in a few days and I will be better next week so I'm canceling the appointment early next week, and I'm not wasting another 1/2 day for you to agree with me that I'm fine.
Unless, I don't really have vertigo and I really am dieing. In that case I will be back next week complaining about why you didn't diagnose my fatal disease last week.
Oh, I got out of there at a little after 12:00. Not bad, it usually takes longer.
As the wait progressed, I thought, "Good thing I brought the newspaper". It wasn't enough reading material for the wait though, because I read the whole thing through and started it over a second time before he finally showed up at a little after 11:30.
Well, we talked a little, he asked how Barbara was doing, I complained about my lack of sleep the past week or so because of her agitation and the hallucinations, small talk over and we got down to why I was there.
"I can't sleep on my back. Everytime I roll over and my head gets vertical, BAM!!!, I start spinning out of control. The spinning lasts for like 30 seconds."
That may not seem like a long time to you guys, but it is. I hate vertigo.
He says I probably have an inner ear infection which is causing the vertigo. He says he wants to take my blood pressure, take some blood, do an EKG of my heart and check the pressure in my ears.
I wanted to say, "Look doc, like I said on the phone, I have fucking vertigo! I've had it before and I know what it is. Just give the fucking prescription and let me out of here. I don't need all this extra money making, for you, tests to prove what we both already know, is wrong with me, I have vertigo."
He says the nurse will be in a minute (fat fucking chance of that) to take the tests.
Now I wait another 15 minutes. She pushes in the first cart, does some tests. Then pushes in the second cart and does some more tests. "What did the ear pressure test show", I asked. "I don't know how to read that, the doctor will be in in a minute."
LMFAO, a minute? Doctors watches shouldn't even have minute hands. They don't know what a minute is.
Now I start looking looking around the exam room.
"Free Viagra. Buy 5 prescriptions and get the sixth free". Not now, but someday.
"Do you have low testosterone?" No pamphlet but a cute little electronic game type thing with yes or no answers.
Then there's the chart with the wife complaining about her husbands snoring. "Do you have sleep apnea?" it asks.
What else?
Hey, another little electronic push the yes or no answer things about getting an erection. I push the on button, but the batteries are dead on this one.
The doc comes in about this time and tells me my heart is fine, he's sending the blood out to have it tested and my ear pressure is a little low probably because I have fluid in my ears, which is screwing up my balance.
Now for what we've all been waiting for, the diagnosis.
"You have vertigo."
I wanted to say, "No fucking shit. Isn't that I told you when I walked in? Look doc, like I said on the phone, and again when I got here, I know I have fucking vertigo! I've had it before and I know what it is. You should have just given me the fucking prescription and let me out of here. I didn't need to spend all this time here waiting and all this extra money making, for you, tests to know what we both already knew, is wrong with me."
"I want to see you in a week to see if it's better. Check with the appointment desk in the back. See you in a week."
Sure I will. My vertigo will be gone in a few days and I will be better next week so I'm canceling the appointment early next week, and I'm not wasting another 1/2 day for you to agree with me that I'm fine.
Unless, I don't really have vertigo and I really am dieing. In that case I will be back next week complaining about why you didn't diagnose my fatal disease last week.
Oh, I got out of there at a little after 12:00. Not bad, it usually takes longer.
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