Test Didn’t Happen

So, my Cardiologist want s me to take Treadmill Stress Test or Myoview..part of which is a Lexiscan. It’s a two-day test.  One day of which I am on the treadmill for a bit and I have an I.V. in my arm and they inject some stuff in me at the last minute of walking and the other part of the test is resting along with radiology pics.  I was told to take all my a.m. pills, but the first day I messed up and only took my anti-rejection so they did the resting portion first and told me to return on Friday to do the treadmill part.  They also said NO Caffeine whatsoever (my headache medicine has caffeine in it) or coffee, etc. 12 hours before the test.  So, here’s the thing.  I woke up on Friday, the day of the test with a splitting headache (Migraine) and could only take a Tylenol.  I took all my a.m. pills on an empty stomach.  I was dry heaving before I even left the house but I said a prayer and figured I would get through.  I was wrong.  The cardiologist girl said, “You can have caffeine before this test.”  By then, it was too late.  Turns out, the radiologist had given me the wrong information.  I had the I.V. in and I was ready but I took one look at the treadmill with my throbbing head and knew it was not going to happen.  Plus, my stomach was starting to churn along with my head.  So, they re-scheduled the test to Monday and unhooked me.

Originally, I thought I could drive home but then re-thought quickly and had them call my husband from work to come pick me up. (We got my car today).  By the time he showed up, I was vomiting.  After I got home and tried to eat and vomited again, I finally took a pill and slept…woke up..ate some more and slept some more until 5 p.m.  During the time I was awake, I called the dr. and made sure a cup of coffee would be okay Monday morning.  I also called Security at the hospital to let them know my car was there.

The hospital system is so messed up.  They really need to give patients (especially patients who have migraines) like me the right information when it comes to caffeine.

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A Show I Won’t Watch & Why I Am Flexitarian

Last night I watched a show with my husband about people who live in Alaska;. ‘The Alaskan Frontier’ or something.  They live with no electricity or gas, no plumbing or water and hunt, fish and grow their own food.  My husband made the comment that he would love to live like that.  Not true.  He loves his T.V. to much, plus, he pays to have a Gardener.

If you’ve read my blog before, you know how I feel about hunting for food.  I don’t agree with it.  Unless, these people are paid to live the way they do and told to hunt to keep the animal population down (which they aren’t) there is no reason for it.  I had to fast forward parts of it.  I don’t care if they use the entire animal or not.  To watch a father take his young son out rabbit hunting or to kill his first deer makes me sick.  My husband says, “What else can they do?  There are no stores there.”  That’s their choice.  Maybe have meat flown in from stores somewhere?  I don’t know.  But, I have no sympathy for those people during the Winter months.  How about become Vegetarians if you choose to live that way?  Why kill innocent animals because you choose to save money?  Needless to say, that is one show I am not watching again.

I have relatives that hunt as well.  I’ve talked about this before.  Hunting really bothers me.   I don’t know how my Niece puts up with it.  She says she doesn’t agree with it, yet, she has to support her husband who is an avid hunter.  He brought down a large Elk and even won an award, I think.  Plus, they are raising their children in the same direction.  I hate giving the children stuffed animals now because I am afraid they will want to shoot them.  I am just so opposite in that way.

Before you get into the fact of, how do you think we get our meat?  I am well aware of it but… unless you are in the business of supplying the supermarket chains, or you are in the olden days without the supermarkets, or you are in another country and starving and have nothing (another Country, not Alaska, that is a state.), I don’t agree with it and won’t agree with it.  This is one of the issues I feel strongly about and one main reason I am a Flexitarian.

True Stories-

When I was young, my father used to eat Pickled Pigs Feet.  They seriously looked like little, feet.  For the longest time, I could not figure out what happened to the rest of the pig and I wondered why dad didn’t feel really guilty.  I imagined pigs on their bellies in the mud with no feet.  It took a while to sink in that other meat was made from the rest of the pig.  Sad.

One night, my mother made Lamb for dinner, it looked disgusting.  I took a piece of my lamb and moved it around my plate saying, “Baa, Baa, “Baa.” so my mother or dad told me to “Stop playing with your food.” “Okay.” Then, I started singing, “Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow.” Dad looked at me, “Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.”  Dad said, “That’s not Mary’s lamb.” and I asked, “How do you know?”  To this day, I don’t  know if I ate Mary’s Lamb for dinner.  What a terrible song, nursery rhyme, whatever for a child if they are eating lamb.  Go a head, finish the whole rhyme.  Lambs are really nice.

What about pigs.  Your eating Wilber from Charlotte’s Web.  Now, don’t you feel bad?  and don’t get me started on horses, or cows?  I’m sure I could come up with tons of nursery rhymes, children’s stories, etc. for any animal you decide to put on your plate at the dinner table to make you re-think what you really wish to feed yourself and your little ones.

Financial & Paying For Blog?.Your Advice

I won something from e-Bay the other day. (Oh, the excitement!) It was actually the 80’s work-out outfit I told you about in my post about 80’s fashion.  Anyway, so I just had to pay as they so nicely remind me.  I click the little Pay-Pal button since that’s the only, safe way to pay.  They keep telling you that too..those silly “they”..Pay Pal People..although it may not be.  I mean, Pay-Pal People are real and how do we know all those people are real honest.  Do they all have background checks or something?  Anyone who works in the financial industry should get a background check first, in my opinion.  But, I digress.  Anyway, so I hit the button but instead of confirmation.. I get some message saying my Pay-Pal Account needs to be verified or needs to be linked to my bank account or some such nonsense because it won’t take my payment.  WHAT?  No, I am not giving you Pay-Pal people my social security number and I do not want to link you to my checking account.  I use a separate credit card for pay-pal and I pay it on time.  What is going on with e-Bay?  So, I call up Customer Service.  Luckily, it’s only like a minute wait.

Imagine when the Customer service guy, we will call him Jon, since he said that was his name, tells me this:  “You have been with us 6 years.  We have a limit you can spend and in your case it was $8,771.77.  It has nothing to do with paying your credit-card bill.  That is completely different.  You need to get verified by linking your account to your checking account or get a free, Pay-Pal Credit Card.”  He did let me pay for the work-out outfit, while I decided what to do.

First I did the math (before I or my husband had a heart attack) 6 years at $8,771,77 total = $1,461.96 year =$121.83 month  which really isn’t to bad.  Then, I had to really think about it.   I do get some really good deals on e-Bay and it mainly takes Pay-Pal.  So, I opted for the Pay-Pal Credit Card but I only used my Disability Income as income so my limit is low.  Of course, this will be my monthly limit.  I still spend less than the total limit amount a month anyway, according to my calculations, so I should be okay and like my husband said if we want to buy anything higher; we could use his Pay-Pal account.

But, here’s the ting.  I feel after 6 years; I am being penalized for being a good Pay-Pal Customer!  We should be rewarded, not forced to be linking our accounts and giving information we don’t want to give.  Just like a credit card, we should have our limits raiseed; not have lifetime limits forced upon us without our knowledge.

So: now I have a question on the same yet different topic:  Let’s talk about WordPress and free blog sites.  I love my blog.  It is another addiction.  I am on the free level.  What happens when I run out of room?  I’ve  considered paying the $18.00 a year but I want to hear from others that do it?  What exactly changes?  Is it true, my blog will definitely stay here as mine?  I don’t want to spend the money and be cut off for some reason.  I really want to hear from people that are using the pay option before making a decision.  

I appreciate any look forward to any and all responses (minus weird spam ones that have nothing to do with anything) and I thank you for reading my blogs.

Moving To Mobile??

What a nice wknd.  My husband took yesterday off also.  We went to the local zoo, we got our taxes done and we went to Spaghetti Factory.  The last time we went there, I almost thought I wouldn’t go back  because with the gluten-free noodles they use; my dish was really dry..the Brown Butter/Mizithra just did not stick to them at all.  But this time, I talked to the waiter who suggested extra Brown-Butter and I am so back!  It was delicious again.  I do wish restaurants would use the gluten-free Spaghetti or Angel Hair verses the Penne pasta sometimes, but I’m guessing the Penne is cheaper for the restaurant business.

We also looked at a mobile home and my husband even let me give the realtor my card and told him the price range we would consider.  Yes, I am trying to talk him into moving to a moble home park.  We have talked many times of retiring at Leisure World when I am 55 but that is not for 7 more years.  Here’s the thing; if you’ve been reading my blog, you know I have a lot of medical/health issues.  I also am and enjoy being a recluse (but that’s another story) and I don’t get out much.  I really like the idea of being in a community atmosphere with a pool and more people around and maybe even a few activities once in a while.  Who knows?  I may even meet some friends.  I like the idea of walking around the community (within its walls) and feeling safe and close to home.  It may get me out of the house a little bit more which would be good for me.  Plus, I like to think it would be smaller then our house.  While my husband disputes that last sentence because he says most of the mobile-homes we have seen have more square footage, they feel more compact to me in how they are situated.  We would probably go from a four bedroom to a three and it would just feel smaller, plus, the space rent, after paying the house in full, would be low enough, to continue to be covered by whatever I get, should anything happen to my husband first, God Forbid.   We would probably only live in the mobile home park for the next 7 years or so until I am of age to go to Leisure World.

Back to the health reasons though, I want to live in this type community while I am able to enjoy it.  With my health problems and the fact that my kidney transplant won’t last forever; I am afraid in or around 7 years; I may be on the transplant waiting list or something and usually your health doesn’t get better as you get older; it gets worse.

Living in Orange County, there haven’t been to many stories of mobile homes having been blown over in wild weather, burned down in fires, or even knocked down by Earthquakes.  Yes, it could happen but I suppose the same could happen in my house.  I cannot live in fear of natural catastrophes all my life.  God is in control on those things.

Why I Could Never Be A Hoarder

I used to have a friend that was a Hoarder before the word became a term.  She was raised that way.  My mother, on the other hand, raised us like we lived in some model home.  We even had a Living Room we were not allowed to use except on occasions and when company came to visit and two antique chairs that mom kept the plastic covers on.  I remember constantly asking her why it was called a “Living Room” if we weren’t allowed to use it for Living.

Anyway, forward to now.  I am not the best housekeeper.  As a matter of fact, I hate doing it.  I know..I know.. I am supposed to have pride in my house and all that and I do keep it presentable for the most part.  But, we live in the house.  One thing I could never understand and still don’t is why we have to quickly rush around and sweep, vacuum, dust, shove things in closets, etc. before someone comes over.  Sheesh, haven’t they seen how I live before?  Why do we alway’s have to put on some display for the public or friends to make them think we are someone we aren’t; just so they will continue to accept us?  (More of that topic in another post, maybe.)

Anyway, I love the shows ‘Hoarding’ and ‘Hoarding-Buried Alive’.  I think it’s sad and ridiculous when the authorities make the residents leave the same night they visit; after the people have been living in their hoard/filth/whatever for years.  What’s a few more nights while you set the date up to start cleaning?

From watching those shows and from visiting my ex-friend, I have come to the conclusion that I could never be a Hoarder.

The first reason is:

I Hate Bugs!  If I saw a Cockroach in my house.  I would freak out.  Those things are nasty. (I lived in an apartment once that had those..next door to a Hoarder but there’s another post some day.  Hey.look post ideas are coming with this one.) I freak out at a Spider in my bathtub or on the floor and if it touches one of my things.  I don’t think so!

The Second Reason is:  I can’t leave things in the middle of the floor to long.  Unless it is in a room I don’t use, it drives me crazy.  I get nuts when my husband leaves newspaper on the floor after reading them and I wind up picking them up.  I can’t imagine living in a house and walking on things that should not be walked on.  Plus, what about my poor animals?  My cat and dog don’t want to be sliding and falling on stuff all over the place.

Thirdly- The Bathroom!  The smells!  Oh my gosh, When people hoard so much and their bills get so high that their water gets shut off..No, Thank You.  Just the smells of myself in the restroom are sometimes enough to drive me out..not to mention those of my husband.  I am constantly telling him to use air freshener.  Most of the Hoarders are becoming insensitive to smell.  I don’t even like the idea of having to do a stool sample for the doctor.

Finally, I love to give to people.  Yes, I know, some Hoarders also give to people.  But, they dumpster dive or they buy things with the intent to give to people and never do.  I put boxes together for fire, earthquake, etc. victims and I also make bags for the homeless.  So, a lot of times, I will put my unwanted clothes and maybe a few other items in those boxes for someone else to enjoy.  I donate my unwanted books to the local library usually and take things to the Goodwill for the tax write-off.  In this economy, the Goodwill seems to be the new mall from what I saw of the parking lot.

I also like the philosophy, ‘Out With The Old, In With the New.”

I do feel sorry for some of the people on the Hoarders shows that really don’t want the help.  The ones that are being forced by their families to clean up their houses (not forced by the city but by the family), the few that don’t have bugs and feces around the house, and it isn’t affecting their children or animals who live in the home.  In my mind, it’s their house and if their hoard  is limited to the inside and isn’t bothering anybody outside, let them live the way they want.  Make them clear a path for an emergency crew but that should be it.

 

Blog Keeps Rolling and Rolling and Rolling

Some of you Readers and Faithful Follower (or even unfaithful ones..but that’s a whole nother topic) may have noticed I’ve changed my Blogroll at the side of my blog.  I mean, the list is still there but you may notice a few different blog titles then you’re used to.  “Why”  You ask?, I’m so glad you asked.  You see, I do not just Like blogs.  That is not possible for me.  I can Like a comment but I would almost rather comment back to a comment verses Liking a comment..unless it is a joke..in which case..it’s perfectly okay to like the comment; or unless you are commenting to someone elses comment.  That could also turn into a joke.  But..I digress.  Where was I?  Like?  Post?  Blog?  Oh yeah,  I cannot simply Like a blog.  I want to know more about you and why I’ve gotten so attracted, drawn, led over, pushed, subliminally swept toward.. arrived at your blog in the first place.  Liking it isn’t going to get me there, so I will more than likely become a Follower.  Here’s the thing;  With that philosophy; I am and will be following way to many blogs to put them all on my Blog Roll ..or even a Sesame Seed Bun..So, I just add blogs to my Reader and periodically update my BlogRoll with new blogs. 

For those of you no longer on my Blogroll, don’t despair.  Your blog did not go in the Blog Dumpster.  It has not gone to Blog Infinity and beyond.  It is actually in my Reader.  And, I’m most sure it will rise up again onto that Blogroll when you least expect it.  And you’ll go, “Wow, she loves me again?  I’ve impressed her.”  or maybe you’ll say, “Whatever, you stupid ______ (insert word there), it’s about time you add me back.”  In which case, I’m glad I can’t hear you in real life because that could cause for a Blogroll Ban. 

I’ve decided to switch the Blogroll up a bit.  Maybe make a Blog Sandwich of sorts…or a BlogStew.  Blog Hummus?  Hmm.    Anyway, so periodically (no I did not say when I had a period.  Don’t be disgusting plus, if you’ve been following; you know that would mean never. ) I said periodically which means once in a while.  I will switch up my BlogRoll and keep things interesting. 

There are a few reasons for this strategy.  One.. I get to read,meet,experience new blogs and the lives of others and 

                                                                              Two.. Should I ever get nominated for some award and need to pass the award nomination or whatever on to someone else. (Sometimes they want you to make a list of blogs that should get the award.) I will have lots of options.  

My 80’s Fashion Crisis

No, I am not having a mid-life crisis.  I’ve already done that. Seriously, I don’t even want to go there, however, I do think I may be having an 80’s crisis.  Is that a thing?  I think I want to go back.  I so loved and miss the styles.  Oh my gosh, I just bought an electric blue, lycra workout set from e-Bay.  It only has one minor spot on it.  It looks totally cool.  Yes, I’ll still work out to Wii and no, not Jane Fonda.  I used to have her workout album but I don’t think I do anymore.  Although, I can always turn on the 80’s station on my DVR and just dance.  That is exercise too.  “Let’s Get Physical..Isical..I want to get physical…” Yeah..Yeah, Didn’t I tell you I’ve lost it?

Oh yeah, Speaking of fashion, I found the perfect shirt for me.  I think I’ll order it.  Seriously.  It says, “Cats Not Kids.”  That is like so ME.  I know what my husband would say.  He would say, “If you want people to like you, you shouldn’t wear stuff like that.”  You know what? I’m tired of wanting people to like me.  They can like me or dislike me.  Whatever.  If I lived my world worrying about who does or does not like me; I’d probably be dead by now.  I am me.  Accept me for who I am.  Hmm.  I really want to buy the shirt.  I put it on my Amazon Wish List..but..why wait?  I have the money and it is so ME!  Heck, it is calling my name.  That’s it.  I’m coming shirt.  I am ordering you now.

Don’t worry, people with children who I know.  I will not wear it to your house or your functions.  Call before you come over and I will not wear it then either.  But  it’s me and noone can stop me from buying this now.  “Cats Not Kids.” Perfect!  Unless your a goat.  Then, I’ll take kids too.  Hey, I should wear that shirt when I go to get my hysterectomy.

 

Doctors Delays

I don’t understand these medical facilities that think they can just make whatever rules/changes they want and their patients are just gong to jump to change along with them.  I have Hypogammagobulynemia.  Hey, I can barely pronounce it, much less spell it.

Anyway, I am supposed to be starting IGG infusions or injections soon.  Last I heard, they were getting approval for the first ones to be done here at  the house or in a local facility near me.  We live in Orange County and this test was authorized and approved by Cedars-Sinai in Hollywood, CA.  but I was told I would go to a clinic or facility somewhere in Orange County.  I just called Cedars to find out what is taking so long and now they are trying to say they cannot get approval and I will have to go to Cedars for these infusions.  I don’t think so.  I explained that would be a hardship because I do not drive freeways and my husband would have to take a day off work every month to drive me.  My doctor at Cedars had already said it could be done here in Orange county.  I gave them the name of my metabolic doctor here in Orange County and asked why I cannot simply go to CHOC (Children’s Hospital of Orange County) to have the infusions done since that is where I go to see my metabolic doctor.  So, Cedars is trying to work that out and I am expecting a call back today.

I am really hoping to get this started soon, as after this is done for a few months; I can get another procedure done which will really help another aspect in my life.

Being chronically ill is a pain..in more ways than one.

My Strange Addiction

No, this is not about the television show and no, I am not going on it and telling a relative or a friend.  Yes, a relative and a friend will read this post, I’m sure.  No, I am not going to see some doctor so they can check my levels and say “Well, if you keep doing this, you could clog up your arteries or your blood cholesterol could get all high” or whatever.  But this is my personal, strange addiction.  Do you have one?

I love Butter!  When I was young, my mother used to constantly catch me with my fingers in the butter.  And, it doesn’t have to be Butter.  Margarine does well too.  I am learning which ones taste better than others.  For example:  Country Crock tastes like a Salt Lick (not that I’ve tasted one of those) but I swear it tastes of pure salt, whereas Whipped Butter which is made of Cream and Salt has a yogurt type consistency and has the salty undertone but is mainly cream and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter is really good.

Before you get grossed out at the thought of coming to my house for dinner; I want you to know we have two containers of Butter or Margarine.  One for me and one for my husband/guests.  No, not because I like to put my fingers in it..actually, I’ve grown up a bit now.  If I catch myself doing that; I go back over it with a spoon to fix the contamination.  Yes, I still eat separate spoonfuls of Butter or Margarine which I don’t add to my diet record.  Shhh.  My secret.  And my cholesterol levels are fine. Thank You. Probably because most of the Margarine I use has No Cholesterol.  I have two tubs of Butter or Margarine because certain types of Margarine have been bothering my stomach and being gluten-free; I am starting to buy my own type just for me.   I do need to start buying unsalted Butter or Margarine if I can find it.  Maybe the margarine with Canola Oil would be better since I don’t want another kidney stone.

The point is that if there were a contest for eating a stick or a small container of Butter or Margarine (choice of the contestant)  in say half hour or 20 minutes for like MONEY! I believe, I would WIN!!  That’s how much I love Butter.  And, I would not get sick.

A Tough Trip For An Apple

I made it to Von’s yesterday despite the fact I still felt like crap.  I almost didn’t, as even my eyes were buggy; but I drove super slow as I had to pick up my prescription anyway and Von’s is right across the street from there.  I was lucky to find some McDougall Gluten-Free Soups while there and of course, I picked up a few Apples, as well as a few other necessities but I could barely think and just wanted to home.  I did get some Whipped Butter and noticed my stomach did much better since I started using that instead of Blue Bonnet.  Of course, now I take a Lactaid before I eat anything with butter but whatever.

Anyway, I must have looked like death and I know when the cashier asked me how I was; I told her I was sick and I babbled something about shopping and apples and wanting to just go home afterwards.  Two store employee’s asked if I needed help to my car and I told them No.  However…

Upon, going to my car; I got a bit disoriented and could not find it for few.  But, after wandering I did find it.  I noticed a Von’s employee sort of following me and when I got to my car he started helping me put my bags in.  I said, “Oh, that’s nice.  I’m sick today.” and he commented that he noticed tht it looked like I could not find my car.  So, there I went again babbling about why I went shopping for an Apple and going home to go to bed.

Then, in the drive thru window of the pharmacy, I had to turn the air conditioning on in the car due to suddenly getting hot while waiting for my prescription as I was having hot/cold chills.

But, I really Am getting better.  I am not sleeping the entire day.  I am getting a few things done during the day.  I am eating again and   The Apple was delicious.