What is with this cat?

She decided that my computer chair is where she wants to be. So I get to sit here perched like a kid on a cliff, sitting upright, instead of bracing my back into the back of the chair. I could sit on her but that wouldn't be very nice would it?

No news today. Tomorrow we hope.

Cousin who had accident is back in hospital. Not good. Need to contact his sister and see if she knows what is going on. Wife is a flake.

Wish I could drape said cat around my neck and shoulders to warm it up. I'll just get the heating pad, watch Bones and House ( too bad Hugh Laurie is so married and so Presbyterian) and then sleep.

Tomorrow big night out to dinner with M&P, for their anniversary and for the 19th birthday of my baby. Who went out and applied for JOBS!!! today. Thank you Jesus.

Life is one day at a time. These lyrics put it in perspective:
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best

Prepare yourself you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best

Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He's gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best
Go to the place that's the best

I want that played when I exit this galactic plane; cool huh?

Night all.

Another week starts

My mothers day dinner was der weinerschnitzel chili cheese dogs with onions. And a glass of wine.
I talk with an attorney tomorrow.
I see my PCP on Tuesday, then I contact the ortho office.
It will be an interesting week.
Life is too damn short to be going through this mess.

short and sweet

hospitals are not places to rest and recover
if I tell you the veins aren't good on that arm, listen to me, I know of which I speak
if the front office doesn't speak to the back office and your negligence cost me over $3000 in lost pay, I will hire an attorney and sue your asses
where's that fucking money tree? I need it's fruit now. I don't even have cheese for grilled cheese.
i got an eticket ride in an ambulance and had nuclear isotopes injected into my body. wonder if i glowed?
i am about ready to throttle people and soon.

Where's that peace of mind I need?

MayDay MayDay MayDay

Yesterday I spent the morning writing letters to my doctors, the agency I hate and a senator's minion who is a liaison to the agency that I hate. And I called the doctor's office. I didn't expect to hear from the agency that I hate but you would think the doctor's office would have the courtesy to call. As of now, nope. I am very discouraged. Not to mention totally broke and I have no idea how I will pay my rent, utilities or buy food this month. Pretty sad isn't it?

And of course there is the Princess' birthday this week. She turns 19. God time has flown by. I sometimes think both kids childhoods passed in a blur because of the mental illness of their dad. Now I have to try and remember the fun things. There were good camping trips and trips to visit family. There was the comet trip which I don't think I'll ever forget. But there was the Amway debacle, the addictions, the 12 steps. Amazing we made it out alive.

Spaghetti for dinner tonight. The sauce is made. The husband does the noodles and the garlic bread. Smells good as it comes up the stairs.

Dogs and cats are driving me nuts barking outside. Big dog spent most of the night outside. He did pretty good, he likes to patrol. He'll be out there tonight too. Little dog needs a bath, guess he will get that tonight.

Oh and the PTB changed my schedule without notifying me. When I called in as I am to do daily, except on my Regular Days Off, I was told, oh yeah, you are now M-F from 0800-1630. Thanks for telling me. And when I sent an email to HR asking about it, it was ignored. Story of my life. Boy if I could take the last 6 years back and do over, things would be different.

Before I end I want to say that I am thankful for my friend who lives in Denver. She is my hero. I am also thankful for the friend in Michigan who just had a double mastectomy and started chemo this week. I pray for her every day. As I do my other friends. But these 2 are singled out this week.
Bless them Lord and keep them in your hands.

That's it for now.

Get over it

That is what the Eagles song says. I wish I could. But I have more pain and less treatment. Makes you want to hide away.

Heat is back. Supposed to be really warm tomorrow. Will wear loose clothes to church.

No evidence of any money or anything from the DOL. Got a copy of a letter to the doctor, asking why I need PT? Neither the doctor's office nor I knew we had a new claim number until after the request was made. But of course it's our fault that we didn't know that. Here I could have been having PT and getting some help and what I have been doing, taking meds and falling asleep and stop being coherent sometime mid afternoon. Good thing my kids are grown.

Right now would be a good time for the lottery numbers to hit. It would be a life saver.

Back to my water bottle and cops---- what an exciting Saturday.