all my troubles seemed so far away..." Today that song really tells where I am right now. Went to the Barren Fork Creek yesterday during lunch to try and get my head around all the changes that are coming.
It helped to leave the office. It helped me get a plan and the order of it.
As you know Hubby now has an ICD. With my limited understanding, it is a combination pace-maker and a shock you back from death thing. After reading the information there will be many things he cannot do. For one, he can't linger in the Wal Mart theft detector doorway. I can see us now...I'll push the buggy through while yelling at him to RUN!! He can no longer play with magnets nor get his cell phone closer than six inches to this new contraption. It says some appliances may affect it but does not tell which ones. Do we test each appliance? Here, Honey, try the toaster...see if it kicks you to the floor. This almost could be fun if it weren't so sad. I could really having him hopping chasing him with my electric mixer.
Enough sick humor.
Now we/I have to work on disability while no money is coming in from him. I can't see that they won't approve it since Doc says, besides a heart transplant this is the only thing that will keep him alive. But I worry, about his health, about our ability to survive without his income, about lots of things that I never talk about. They say it takes at least six months for SS Disability to be approved.
Also, the general public thinks it is good news that no post offices will close. It's not good news. They are cutting the hours to some offices. One of which is mine. I can retire but I feel I am being forced out. So now instead of 3500 offices closing, 30,000 postmasters will face RIF...reduction in force. If only Congress has acted...Enough said...I will be retiring the last of July. There goes my working paycheck!
Well, today I have a day off. Updated my Driver's license to get my new physical address on it. Went to Batesville and ordered a copy of my social security card. I lost it somewhere, goodness, knows where. I have the one with my maiden name, I have the one from when I first married but could not find my newest one. The one I requested years ago when I realized my name did not match my employment records. I have always gone by my middle name. When I completed the postal application a hundred years ago, there was this spot that said if you lie, fines and imprisonment were promised. I wrote my full name and thus 21 years after I was born I became Sheila Gail.
I also treated myself to a hair cut with the last of the money in my purse.
I am learning all kinds of new ways to be had. I am learning many papers must be filled out just to retire. Books to fill out, I should say. I have learned my life insurance all these years is term to 70. Why did I not know these things? My employers never gave me a copy of the policy. Just every paycheck, there went my money labeled life insurance.
Now, you understand why I had to go to the beauty of the creek at lunch. I had to breath clean air and talk to no one. I had to try and relax and tell myself this will all work out.
And when I came back from lunch break
the hay was moved in the field
and the birds were dining.