Please be safe and let us know.
Sorry lots of tomatoes (I hate spell check) no tornados. ; )
Both Sandi and Susan, praying for your safety!
All stay safe xx
Keep your heads down my friends. Keeping you and all who are in the paths of stormy weather , lifted up to He who is by our side always.. Peace n Love Always~Laurel
My thoughts and prayers are with you and everyone else having to deal with those terrible storms. Be safe!
Kerry
All is well in Southeastern Wisconsin! I slept in so haven’t checked out the news, but hoping no severe destruction anywhere else. We did need the rain but the downpour was horrible. Held us from going up to hospital to see my new granddaughter, who decided to make her presence in the middle of it. Think my nickname for her will be Stormy. Her cry was a doozie! More later.
SK, hope all is well.
grACughter x ongratulations on your
Oh so glad to hear you're ok, CONGRATS on a new grand daughter!! What a joy.
CONGRATULATIONS GRANDMA!
The appointment did not go down as planned. The doctor came out and immediately introduced himself to my daughter. Also, the nurse practitioner who flat out does not like me and hasn't said two words to me in the past eight months. The two of them were on Gabriella and were soon questioning her about her plans to be a doctor in a burn unit. I actually caught the nurse practitioner roll her eyes when she said that. Given that the doctor made himself available at the beginning of my appointment rather than the typical end, I purposely lengthened my description of what's been going on fro five to, easily, fifteen minutes. This annoyed my doctor.
I should mention that before I even got to the exam room, I was first hit with a request for a urine sample. Hey, no problem...or so I thought. OK, here's the problem, as a man (getting graphic, here folks...I'm just saying), I am accustomed to standing up whilst taking care of numero uno. In fact, it is considered "girly" to sit down while urinating unless a deuce is involved as well (hey, I warned you!). But during a simple urine sample, the standing position is preferred. The problem is that I cannot stand up while performing that act. Since I am limited in the amount of time I have to stand so for the past sixteen months I perform that particular "manly" act while sitting. It just makes sense and I can deal with the dog laughing at me.
HOWEVER, in the bathroom at the pain clinic, exactly one commode is available. more importantly, there is a certain problem that can be best described by the phrase "still waters run deep." Yeah, I agree, that doesn't work for me either. Okay, time to be graphic again. As a man, I am better able to determine the temperature of the water in the commode while sitting down, without using my hands or a thermometer. Get it? Got it? Good. This is, for me, the worst commode in the world as the water is too damn high. I cannot sit down to do anything that would come natural to a woman when she sits because my testicles are swimming in nasty toilet water.
So, for the first time in sixteen months, I was forced to STAND UP in an attempt to provide a urine sample. I swear, it was the most frustrating balancing act you can imagine. In my right hand, I am balancing on my cane/Leki Walking Stick while in my left hand, I had the open urine collection cup, already opened "wipe" and let's just say it's MY BUSINESS and leave it at that, shall we? I began the collection procedure and I'm thinking this this isn't too bad. I mean, hell, it's a bit awkward trying to balance, clean the tip, stay still and pee standing up but I've done each of these activities at various points in my life so combining them shouldn't be all that hard.
Finally, I figured I had to be, uh, near the top. Of course, guys can't stop and check particularly with the human contortion/balancing act I had going on. I somehow managed to put the half-filled cup down on the ledge built for such purposes, finished this glorious act of nature by leaning against the wall and began the process of closing the cup, getting dressed and getting the HELL OUT OF THE GOD FORSAKEN BATHROOM!!!!!
Then I noticed it and wondered to myself how I was going to get out of this predicament. Looking in the mirror and then down I saw, perhaps the largest pee stain ever left by a mammal in North America. A three-inch wide wet spot decorated my boxer-briefs from top to bottom. If only that were the worst of it. Nope. Somehow, that same pee stain decided to grow by twice the width on my khaki shorts. Great choice, Marc. No one will recognize a six-inch wide by ten-inch long pee-stain on a pair of KHAKI's!!!!!!!!! Out of a sheer determination, I grabbed the useless paper towels and started rubbing with the determination of a silver hollowware retailer anxiously cleaning every piece before opening to the public the very next day. It did nothing. I prepared the "I can't believe how hard the water came out of the faucet" excuse but then I actually tried the faucet and was met with little more than a few drips and a steady stream (WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I HAD TO GIVE THE SAMPLE?? HUH?), I realized a new course of action was called for.
I spotted a new roll of paper towels. I tore off a long piece and folded it several times placing part of it against my skin, putting my boxer-briefs on over the paper towel and draping the remaining paper towel over the top of the boxer-briefs. This would prevent chafing and hopefully help dry what was so recently wet (known for centuries as "Ye' ole' under/over"). Next, I had to camouflage the world's largest pee stain on a pair of khaki's. Actually, this part was easy. I simply grabbed another long strip of paper towels and folded them into a hanging towel similar to what a NFL quarterback might wear on a Sunday afternoon in order to wipe the blood, sweat, blood, tears and blood from his hands between plays. If only I could get to the exam room (of course the furthest from the bathroom) without anyone asking why I am wearing folded paper. I was prepared to insist that it keeps produce fresh longer, is the perfect object to zap bacon in and prevents you precious cast iron from rusting. But alas, no one said a thing.
I arrived back in my exam room and my daughter where I was able to quickly replace the outside paper towels with a hospital gown all the while trying not to laugh to hard. After all, this was a pain clinic and laughter is forbidden (I kept thinking of the line from Stanley Kubrick's 1964 classic "Dr. Strangelove." A US General (played by a young George C Scott) catches a Russian taking secret pictures inside the briefing room. Soon, everyone is fighting when President Merkin Muffley (Peter Sellers) screams what is IMHO, the funniest line in the movie "Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!".
That blessed article of access acted like a sponge and by the time my intrathecal pain pump was refilled, the appointment was over and the next one was scheduled, I pulled the blessed hospital gown off and you could never tell there was a stain as wide as the Grand Canyon. My kid got a chuckle out of the whole thing and I know have a story about wetting myself that doesn't end with the school laughing at me.
Several down, more to come! I feel like I've been beaten with sledgehammers!
Hold on fast. We are all concerned about you and the many people we don't know who are in harm's way.
Love
Rachel
Congrats on the Granddaughter, Sandi! My prayers are with yo and everyone in the way of the storms
Hugs :)
I am so sorry SK , I really am. I am hoping you are able to get relief soon.!
Love fibroerr Lisa
Dear Sandi
What is your situation now? Have you been able to get to see your new granddaughter yet? Nowadays they certainly don't keep the moms and babies in the hospital for very long so you might be able to get your first viewing of this precious wee girl at her home!
Downpours are destructive, not helpful. Steady rain for a few hours is much better, but seeing as we are not in charge of regulating how nor when the rain arrives we just have to grin and bear it.......right?
Congratulations on the birth of your granddaughter. Is this your first grandchild?
Love
Rachel
MAJOR congratulations to you, Sandi! And I'm thinking that this girl is a real fighter, coming out during those storms. Stormy would be an excellent nickname for her! Glad you got rain but hope everyone's okay and the crops in the area aren't ruined.
Again, congratulations on your new granddaughter!
You're kidding, right? MORE are on the way? Holy sheep spit! I honestly don't understand why your area has been hammered so badly over the past several years when it used to be such a serene part of the country.
I guess you're feeling each and every storm. Just be safe at this point. And keep your meds close to you, in case you need to go elsewhere. And feel better soon. Beaten by sledgehammers is a terrible state to be in.
SK - sorry to hear more on its way towards you. We’re darned if we do and darned if we don’t regarding winter vs. summer in the Midwest. I know it’s so stressful - but it’s in God’s hands to do as he will. Wishing you less pain and rest. hugs~ Sandi:)
This is my second grandchild and granddaughter. They are my sunshine always. They went home the next night, my daughter in law felt good and wanted to sleep in her own bed! We’re going to bring lunch over for Father’s Day and celebrate it all together. Can’t wait! Then I’ll get some long baby-holding time, as happy tears will be flowing down my face. I will postpone pictures when I get on my computer - easier than my phone. I’ve been so overwhelmed with all that’s been going on - the confusion is awful. I’m sure the strobe lights and glitter ball at the dance recital I went to last night to see my friend tap dance as the pink panther didn’t help things. It’s such a trigger for me, I have to leave weddings if they have one. Dies this happen to others?