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Morning, Pops and pen pals. CONGRATS, Jan! So happy for you.
Thank youMorning, Pops and pen pals. CONGRATS, Jan! So happy for you.
I have never known anyone to make painting their bathroom their life's work. You've been painting it as long as I've known you and I don't think you started just when we met up. Now you are turning this into the Sistine Chapel, Xeldangelo.Good morning Pops and Popsadoodles. Good story Coachadoodles. Admit it though, you were laughing at the choking employee. Also, what is going on with ksk? He needs to let go of those farm animals and get back here to continue his 12 days of Christmas in your liquor cabinet.
I have witnessed the dispersion first hand many times. Certain smells at the chemo center will send me into a coughing fit and people finally give me all that personal space I require. I forgot to tell y'all about my last doctor's visit. I'd arrived an hour early and had to wait another hour and a half to meet the doctor. This is without eating anything all day and it's rolling up on 3:30. I'd been wearing a mask the entire time and sort of forgot I'd had it on at that point. The doctor comes in and was checking things, poking here and there when she backed up with a flashlight and asked me to say ahh. I'm pretty far gone at this point and said ahh with my mask on. Apparently she doesn't have x-ray vision and I got to take my mask off for a few precious seconds. I felt like a dufus though.
We won, we won, we won and it happened yesterday, I finally did some more painting in the bathroom and was almost so impressed with myself that I continued to the hall. I painted the ceiling and can't believe my neck isn't sore. I was up on the ladder leaning down to watch the game. Covering the rogue paint smears reminded me of the commercial with painters watching their team play. The one with the roller on a pole was jumping up and down marking the ceiling. My ceiling looks brand new. In my opinion it's a waste to put white paint on anything, but I did it. I couldn't explain how depressed I was leaving the paint store with two cans of white paint.
Not much else going on, so I hope everyone has an RGV Monday.
I have never known anyone to make painting their bathroom their life's work. You've been painting it as long as I've known you and I don't think you started just when we met up. Now you are turning this into the Sistine Chapel, Xeldangelo.
I'd hoped to come up with something better than a bathroom as my artistic opus, but ABQ has given me fresh new ideas.I have never known anyone to make painting their bathroom their life's work. You've been painting it as long as I've known you and I don't think you started just when we met up. Now you are turning this into the Sistine Chapel, Xeldangelo.
Jan, you have all my best thoughts and wishes going out to your sister! Her husband needs to be stronger, for her sake. I hope he doesn't show his fear to her.Evening Pops and everyone.
Couple things weighing on me tonight, the least of them I can control, and the worst of them I cannot.
First up, you know how it is when you have a debt you’ve been paying on for an unreal amount of time and it just feels like you’ll never get out from under it? There’s this loan I have that started off back in late ‘07 with me taking on marital debt as part of my getting out of a marriage that was dragging me into the depths of a depression that was literally toeing the edge of killing me. Paid it down to a point and decided to consolidate other debt and rewrote the loan... yeah, you see where this is going? Rewrote it a couple times between ‘07 and ‘15, some for medical and some for stupidity. Well, before my guy passed away as he got sicker we had some pretty serious conversations and he’d let me know that he didn’t want a fancy burial but chose cremation. Come Spring of 2016 when he passed away (on my ex-husband’s birthday a minute before midnight, which was also the day before his ex-wife’s birthday (I believe to this day it was all in his plan. He was ornery like that and left me with a good story to tell later)) I ended up footing the bill on my credit card to pay for this because neither of his kids could or would be able to. Don’t get me started on that!! Gone went another $4k+ and so I rewrote the note again. Since ‘07 I have been paying and paying on that darn loan and I’ve finally got it down to under $3,000. Juuuust out of reach. Tomorrow is our Christmas lunch at work. Sure would be nice to see a bonus check to take care of that or some big part of it. Fingers crossed I’m finally there, but this is the thing that’s in my control. I see that light at the end of the tunnel at least.
Last up, and there’s a lot of stuff in between the last story and this one, is the thing that’s out of my control. That awful monster has reared its ugly head again. Not with me, but with my sister. She found out a colon cancer test she took came back bad with certain dna markers that she now has to have additional testing done for. She has a consult Tuesday. I know as well as anyone that’s been on the receiving end of that kind of news what’s going through her mind. Her husband came over to talk to me, but no matter what I said to him about not jumping to conclusions and waiting for the tests to actually be done before freaking out, it didn’t help. Heck... it may be a false positive for all we know. Let’s wait for the other tests before putting her in a grave. Geeeez!! But he’d rather focus on the worst, commenting that cancer took out his mom and sister and nobody he knows beats it. Made me take a step back and call him out. Hellloooooo. What am I over here??!! Anyway, along with her consult they’re scheduling a colonoscopy for her. Sure would be nice this holiday season if all went well for her. My heart is heavy at the thought of her maybe needing to go down this road, but I know for myself that doctors do amazing things and with continued research the odds of beating this stuff improve by the day. I guess, if y’all have any pull with the man upstairs or an extra blessing in your pocket to spare... keep her in mind. My sis’s name is Julie and she’s 2 years older than me.
Thank you for letting me get that out of my system, my friends.
Have a good night.
He does, unfortunately. I just want to knock him upside the noggin and tell him to straighten up. He’s doing her no good right nowJan, you have all my best thoughts and wishes going out to your sister! Her husband needs to be stronger, for her sake. I hope he doesn't show his fear to her.
Thank you, Coach. I’m doing the best I can for as much as they’ll let me. Right now he just wants to wallow in something that hasn’t even been determined. I never would have made it without my guy. He was a very positive person and was instrumental in turning me around before I got hit with it. I guess I just need to step back and let them come to me, but boy if they ask for my advice on something they’d better be ready to listen and not go into instant push-back mode. I get fear, but they don’t even have anything dispositive in the way of real testing yet.Jan, that's why we are here, not by accident that we call this thread home and our first stop.
I will keep good thoughts, first of all for the test that it's turns out false but even if it isn't, early detection and treatment have proven to be the advantage to beating this.
Your brother-in-law is understandably going where he really doesn't want to go and with losing his Mom and sister begins to prepare his defense against the monster. Give him time and best of all your counsel about what the monster hates, positivity. That pessimist in me saw first hand how that is the best weapon in the arsenal and he will need to be strong for his wife. And the most positive thing your sister and her family have going for them is you in their corner. Living proof the monster can be beaten.
People are funny creatures in how they prepare themselves. I think if this isn't a false positive, they will need you and will invite you in to "fix them".Thank you, Coach. I’m doing the best I can for as much as they’ll let me. Right now he just wants to wallow in something that hasn’t even been determined. I never would have made it without my guy. He was a very positive person and was instrumental in turning me around before I got hit with it. I guess I just need to step back and let them come to me, but boy if they ask for my advice on something they’d better be ready to listen and not go into instant push-back mode. I get fear, but they don’t even have anything dispositive in the way of real testing yet.
Morning Pops and Popsadoodles. I'm sorry to hear about the bad day, ABQ. Just tell yourself that you weren't arguing, you were explaining why you're right.
KA-lassic!