DO NOT GIVE THAT MAN A BELL!!!!

DO NOT GIVE THAT MAN A BELL!!!!

 

The King is feeling better.. Still has a problem but is doing better.

And tomorrow he goes to the specialist..  So that will tell us about what is going on..  

 

But this staying in, and watching tv and etc. is the pits.  Worse than the March virus shut down.  During that time, I could send him out to the garage.. ha ha..  

 

I hear, could you get me…  xxx and or the xxx or could you get me another glass of water..  In the beginning, I was glad to help him, as it was very painful for him.. But after 3 days of it and him wanting some thing he could have done… well the old nurses aide came out… grin and bare it.. with a touch of .. I love my husband… I love my husband… I  do love my husband…ha ha Thankfully today is better..  he can get it himself.  I tell him it is better if he does things, as it keeps him moving.. lol…  

 

And no, he doesn't get a bell to ring..

Another round with the hospital..

Another round with the hospital..

 

This time it is with the King…  As posted  last week.. he has some health issues..  Which turns out to be a hidden secret in his body.

He had a ultrasound which said no stones unturned… Kidneys are fine.. Yet the past week has been a roller coaster of pain.  With change of direction.. yet the old kidney   type pain persisted.

 

Yesterday, he was put in the hospital. He had been resisting it as going to the ER as it was with me.. was a lonely trip. One goes to the ER alone, and family is called when it is time to take the person home.  Yesterday, I am glad to report was different. Part of it may be because of the fact the Dr. called over and said to allow the King to be in a room.  Wringing with pain, the King agreed.  They took him upstairs and later came back down and got me… I was allowed to be with him for one hour.

Believe me, I know what a blessing that is. 

 

So now, it is a matter of test to be done.. to find the secret the body is hiding, that is causing such pain.  He has been given heavy pain meds to fight the pain itself.  But while there … for how ever many days… we will be allowed one hour of visitation.  Today I will go to see if they have found thru the testing.. what is the cause… Told his brother is he is there an extra day, I would give him my hour to go see that his brother is ok. 

 

Life has changed so much since the beginning of this year. What was suppose to be many joyous events… has turn out to be life of jumping thru hoops of what was common before.

 

So my prayers are that what ever is hiding in the King’s body, is an easy fix. And he can come home soon.

So all my prayer warriors, if you would do the same, we sure would appreciate it.

Another round with stones… stones stones… got to love them ..

Another round with stones… stones stones… got to love them ..

 

NOT kidney stones..   I wonder, is it mostly or all men who get them?  I don’t want to challenge karma by a long shot, so won’t make any humor out of this..  Not after seeing my husband, THE KING fight a good fight 3 times..  I sure the heck don’t want any.

The other two were durable… went to the dr. got meds, and a few days later .. wa la… gone…. Damn right painful..but gone.

 

One of them at Silverwood…… which reminded me of the show called Senfield.  Don’t know if you ever saw the show.. but the character Kramer had kidney stones..  and near the end, he was at a circus, with trapeze performers…. He got up to go to the bathroom and then you heard a scream.. which went thru out the building and the trapeze performers fell off of the tightrope.   Well, the King was not that bad.. but was kind of close… 

 

This time it is kicking butt.. been to the dr. and got meds.. still hell. Get a ultrasound the dr. said..  It was late when we got out of the dr. office, so he said they will call in the am..  by 9am no one called. So got the Dr. office.. they said to call the hospital.. because they were just sending over the order..  The hospital gal, said.. 3 pm TOMORROW… The King is not happy… but it is what it is.. so we or rather he, is enduring …

 

Ah, the senior citizen social hours… most call them dr. appointment… first time I heard of it was from my dear aunt.  And now we are old enough to understand.. 

What I have learn....

What I have learn…..

 

I have learn that you really don’t have to print out everything on your envelope when you address it… All it needs is… YOUR NAME or the person you are mailing to….  The street address, or p.o. box number…. And then the zip code…  You don’t need the city nor the state..   I learn this by using it for my return address.. but also by a friend who addressed an envelope to me.. with my name perfectly spelt out…. With my post office box perfectly filled out.. and the town and state… perfectly spelt out..  no errors.. yet it was sent back to her… Why????  Because the zip code was not read correctly… I knew what the zip code was, so maybe I could read it.. but the post office could not..   Then there was another who misspelt my town, but did get the zip code correct…and I got that..  So why are we taking up time writing in the whole address??  But with Trump dismantling all the machine sorters, … we might have to put in our town and state for the human sorters. 

 

I found that getting new hearing aides that you hear things that you don’t normally hear. If you do, you don’t notice it..  After coming home last week from getting my hearing aides.. I could hear this odd sound… took me a while of looking around to find out it was the second hand on the clock.. ticking away the seconds.  Also outside I could hear a noise.. I thought it to be the wind… as some have said they have trouble with that.. with new aides.  But I looked at my flag pole and my flag was draped around the pole and not moving… It took me 3 days to figure it out.. It is the traffic that is a block and half away… it was the swishing of the cars going by.  I came by it by accident. I was getting the paper out of the box on the street…  I hear the noise and then it stopped and then started up again.. I happen to be looking down the street toward the highway… It was quiet. And then it started up… and I saw that cars were going by.. and when there was no traffic.. there was silence again.. 

 

It is going to take a bit to get use to these different sounds of life, that we take for granted and sometimes don’t hear at all. 

 

Well, we will try again..

Well, we will try again.. 

Remember last week… the,  can I hear you now post?

Well we get to do a do over today…. 

I am going back to Costco and hope this time they

have the hearing aides… AND hope I can hear better.

I will let you know tomorrow how it went.

 

One of the hearing aides I have now is burnt out.. hasn’t work

for about a month.. and I feel the other one is on its way out.

As I have a heck of a time hearing anyone. .

 

I don’t see why they can’t make a hearing aide that is like a amp.

You know where you can turn it up like you do a tv… turn it down when you don’t want to hear…lol.. 

 

I find that not hearing well, is a real downer.  You get to the point you don’t want to be around people because you are tired of..

What?  Could you say that again.. and slower?  You see someone you know, and you get this dread of knowing it is not going to go well.  So you cut it short…   phone calls are the worse..

So I am sure hoping at the end of my appointment this afternoon,

I can hear.

it went pretty well..  I can hear better... even hear the second hand on the clock tick away....  

that is the good news.. the bad news is the car quit at a friends house... She gave me a ride to Costco and then her husband gave the King a ride to get a battery there...   Don't know what we would have done without such great friends.. 

IT IS... WHAT... IT IS...

IT IS.. WHAT.. IT IS…. 

Trump used this phase a couple days ago.. and the people are up in arms about it… 

I don’t get why.  I have used these same words over and over again … over the years my friends and family have heard me say it.

 

Now those who know me well, knows I can’t stomach Trump.. But what is right.. is right ….and what is wrong .. is wrong..  (watch that will be the next catch phase to be jumped on)

 

But to me.. the words of IT IS WHAT IT IS.. has the meaning of there is nothing you can do about it.  It is over.. done…

 

You can not go back and redo it.

You can not go back and stop it..

You have no control over the situation.

It is…. What … it is..

 

I have added.. if there was damage…… Now what can we do to fix this.. to make sure it can’t happen again…  

 

How does that translate to a hatred wording?

 

Guess I will add…  the government we have.. Congress, President and etc.. IT IS WHAT IT IS…. Now what are you going to do to change it? 

Can I HEAR YOU NOW?

Can I HEAR YOU NOW? 

I SAY… can I hear you now?

No, that is not, can you hear me now.. As you always could hear me…

But I am hoping by the end of the day…I CAN HEAR YOU….

Finally,  made it in to get my hearing tested last Sunday. And I swear it is so bad..  did not give me any confidence in my hearing..  But the guy said at the beginning, that I would be able to hear better after… After the testing was done, I ask him could I hold him to what he said….   He said what was that?  I said you said that I will hear better…  He said…oh, yea, I promise you, you will hear better… God, I hope so… I am so tired of saying…..

What did you say?   Could you repeat that?   Could you say that again and louder.. and also slower..  One thing I have found that when you are hard of hearing, it isn’t just the volume, it is the speed of the words as well..   So if they slow down and talk louder it is better.. not good, but better..   I did see a shirt that I thought about buying.

“I AM NOT DEAF, YOU DON’T TALK LOUD ENOUGH”

 So keep your fingers cross, that I can hear by this afternoon. I will add a update, if I can… or can’t… 

 

Hearing or lack of is kind of nice sometimes… but sometimes it is lousy.

Short post today…..

Spend our time going to Medical Lake area..

Over there is the Washington State Veteran’s Cemetery.

We went with the widow of a good and dear friend.

She had one of her other friends join us. Rules are only 4 people can be there. 

 

We laid to rest John Ivy…  short and sweet if you want to

call it that.    There was Taps played… then the unfolding of the flag and then the folding of the flag… Salute and given to the

the widow..   So sad in this day and age, as I remember military

Funerals in the past…  For one there was a 21 gun salute shot off.

 

We were proud to be there to say the last good byes for this Vetnam Vet.  Not just any one, but a man who was very proud

to be a vet.. He served as many did… with great honor. 

Came home to a country who could have cared less… Yet he held his head up high.  He was an honorable man, and compassion man and loved by all that met him.