and I've been scratchin'...a lot. Can't find any varmints biting me, haven't changed any washing products, no changes that I know. I'm not so blind I can't see a chigger or a tick either...with my glasses of course. I even asked a friend if I had the shingles and she assured me I would KNOW if I had them. I'm an expert on recognizing poison oak since it is a long time friend of mine.
Can't go the doctor because there is no relief at work. When Hubby had his surgery I got two days off by borrowing two different people. It's like playing chess, gotta know how to move around those helpers.
Anyway back to my itching story...I have tried just scratching...with a hair brush, with my nails, with a back scratcher...nothing stopped it. Then I would put lotion all over. Soothing for a short time. So I started using lavender oil and that seemed to help. Slather up at bedtime then wash off in the morning.
I had a better idea. I had a set of Lavender products so there was a wash. Okay, I thought it was a wash. I don't shower with my glasses. I'm singing and slathering this stuff every where on me in the shower...then it starts to burn...in the tender places...oh, my goodness, did it burn!!!! I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed and was still burning in certain areas that had not even had a direct application. I was a victim of run-off. Through the crags and valleys of this ole body, water runs to the lowest spot.
When almost every thing stopped burning I toweled dry(no pictures). Then I made the report to Hubby. He laughed. I laughed and said it felt like what I imagine Ben Gay would feel like in your underwear.
THEN I GOT MY GLASSES. It said, "Invigorating, refreshing foot massage potion. Do not use on over-dry or tender feet". Well, it didn't hurt my feet and I do seem to be itching less today.
One thousand six hundred and eighty posts later, I am truly amazed I am still here. Three hundred seventy-two followers, they come and they go.
I have a loyal few that always visit and many that stop in now and then. I just wanted to say thank you.
It has certainly been a journey. I began September 10th 2008. The Love of Haflingers has been my most viewed post. That was before I knew I couldn't use someone's pictures. My bad. I know the rules now and people keep coming.
Now, I only use Marcy's and my pictures with no photo fixing because even after all this time I am still computer illiterate. Cropping is the only photo touch up I can do.
I'm not sure I can live without y'all so just saying thanks for hanging around. I hope you have never been bored.
After building the house he sought the perfect mate to match. Next the two perfect children arrived exactly two years apart.
Oh, the secrets those curtains and dark windows covered. To the community Jack was a fine upstanding businessman, but to his family, only paraded on special occasions as if they were prize acquisitions, he was a different man.
Jack had many secrets.
The perfect family huddled in the deep dark corners of the house that could never be called a home.
Tonight Jack was content viewing his other trophies people never saw.
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.
One thing I have learned through the years is the more disgusting something looks, the tastier it is. I use to make Refrigerator Stew on Fridays. Now it gets moved to whatever day I get to clean the fridge.
Pictured above is left over pork, cooked with squash, potatoes, onions and seasoned delightfully. I even threw in a tablespoon of ranch dressing to get the bottle out of the fridge. It was quite good although the sight is not too appealing.
I had three chicken legs that needed to be cooked since Hubby is outta commission and Grandson is out of school. Here's dinner, chicken soup, vegetables, pasta and three chicken legs cooked to perfection.
In the slow cooker for tomorrow, I have deer meat cooking in home canned tomatoes. What it will become remains a mystery until I cook it all night and season it in the morning.
Waste not, want not. That was the way I was raised and the way I cook. I use no recipes. I just cook what I have and every one eats and hopefully enjoys it. Nobody complains.
This talent will come in handy now Hubby has no income. I will be stretching that food dollar until it squeals.
The crowd watched as the strong man romanced the circus witch.
No one noticed the clown shedding invisible tears.
Tess Kincaid, creator of The Mag, challenger of writers every where, has picked a doozie this week! I was left behind in the dust. Hop over to visit Magpie Tales. There are many wonderful contributions from creative people there.
Bev has been working on a porch for the shop. First she lays out all the boards, paints them top and bottom. It will simply be a matter of transporting the boards and then nailing them together at the shop.
Today was a flag pole day for me but I could feel the well wishes, the prayers, the strength coming from all of blogdom. Thank you.
If you don't know me, I will say sometimes I use sick humor to deal with stress so bear with me, please.
This was a defibrillator Hubby got today. He offered to let me watch and I said, this is not childbirth. I don't think I want to watch. I can't even pick a sticker out of some one's finger but I can sew up a dog, go figure.
Anyway, Hubby's heart is so badly damaged from his previous heart attacks that this was the only option, short of a heart transplant, that will save him. I don't think it really hit me until today when the doctor said, "You don't think this is going to cure him, do you? He will not feel any better, he will not do any better. It will make no changes in his condition. It will only save him if his beat is irregular or if his heart stops, it will shock him and restart his heart." How's that for cutting to the chase???
On the bright side, the surgery went well. I left him in the room after picking up (his request) chicken McNuggets and french fries (good for the heart, you know) He ran me off and ordered me to be there early in the morning to take him home. He can not lift more than five pounds and cannot raise his arms over his head for two weeks or until the stitches are removed.
They had some trouble with the chest numbing medicine. Hubby said he didn't know how many shots they gave him but he still knew when they tested the shocker. He yelled and scared the surgery room half to death. He said, Damn! You shocked me. They said, You're not suppose to feel that. He said, well, I did!!! They were hoping he wouldn't remember it later and they discussed it while Dennis listened. He told them, he would remember. It was the talk on every floor we visited. At least he made the day lively for all the staff.
He was scared but like me he jokes. When asked to undress but he could leave his underwear and socks on, he said I don't wear underwear...then he changed it to, I have my g-string on. He does wear underwear and has never owned a g-string or butt floss underwear. He is the tractor man.
And tonight, thanks to all your prayers and healing thoughts, he is still my tractor man.