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It has been an off morning for me

Greetings, readers. I like to have a morning routine in place so I can do the things I need to do before Rebecca comes or before I go to work. This morning was not one of those mornings. It was about as topsy-turvy as it could be.

First of all, I did not sleep very well last night which prompted me to want to sleep past my usual wake up time. Then I went to take meds only to discover that I had no milk, which I need for these pills. Off I walked to the convenience store. When I got back from that, my sinuses decided to say,”Let’s run away.” And they ran and ran and ran. Thank goodness the end of the allergy season is coming soon. By the time I took my meds and got my allergies under control, it was going on 9:00. Rebecca arrives at 9:45. I had precious little time to do more than to check Facebook, Twitter, and other such sites.

The current time as I dictate this is 11:00 and my morning seems to be back on track. When I was at camp, I would awaken around 5:30, much earlier than usual. A couple of mornings I would actually get into my rental car, drive to get my paper, and then continue driving around until time to pick up David for breakfast. A couple of mornings I took my meds at the Sweet Dreams convenience store about a mile and a half away from camp. Just like in any coffee shop, there were daily locals who would sit, have their coffee and talk about the goings on of the day. They allowed me into their circle, asked me where I was from, and how my week at camp was progressing. That was nice of them, they made me feel welcome.

I have an appointment this afternoon across the street, where construction on the sidewalk is going on in front of the business. I thought I would have to cancel because it looked like I couldn’t enter the building. I called and found out there is indeed an entry way to their front door. I will be able to keep my appointment. My afternoon is looking better than my morning. After my appointment, I will get together with Traci for coffee, and then I will have a free evening. I am already planning to turn in extra early tonight. I see bed coming around 9:30 or 10:00.

I know this wasn’t the most exciting blog entry ever written, but it was what happened for me today, and that is what a blog is for. To get you, my readers, up to date on what is happening with me, and sometimes Rebecca.

Before I close, my prayers go out to all those touched by violence in Charlottesville, Virginia.

Next Wednesday I will have a top ten list ready for you. So until then, take care, have a great weekend, and happy reading.

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I love my life, but not today

Greetings, readers. It has been a very frustrating morning but the worst is over. A simple task which should have taken five minutes took nearly an hour. Here’s how it all went down.

I noticed this morning that I needed to call the pharmacy and order a few prescriptions. The first three weren’t a problem. My one seizure med was the one that hit the snag. They said I had already picked that one up last week. Where was it? I had lost it somewhere. We went through four months of empty pharmacy bags and receipts and it wasn’t here. Panic time. I opened my bag with the current med bottles to confirm I didn’t have it, and there it was. Phew. But then I couldn’t remember the name of the med I did need to order. I know I take four seizure meds and after all this time their names should be burned into my brain. One of them wasn’t. Poor Rebecca had to sit here while we went through empty bags looking for that one empty ‘script bottle. Oh, joy, oh, bliss. Yes, she calls herself my assistant, but I think today she went over and above the call of duty. Thanks go to Rebecca. I got the name of the med and was able to order it from the pharmacy. My usual system of putting newly purchased meds in the current meds bag and of making a mental note for which meds are low and need to be called in that day, has worked perfectly for me for a long time, but today it failed.

We did get the problem sorted out and this afternoon I can pick up my new ‘scripts. But dang blast it, it really makes me nuts when the simplest of tasks takes way longer than it should. I know, I know, this happens to everybody from time to time, it just seems like it happens to me more than it should.

After about 40 minutes of what I would call a waste, we were able to begin my blog entry for the day. I was going to blog on a completely different topic, a RIP for my friend and neighbor Rita. I may still do that topic next week, especially if I can get her daughter’s permission to use Rita’s full name.

My friend’s death has hit me harder than I ever expected. Because of a language barrier (she was Russian) we did not have long conversations, though she did speak some English. It was more or less the daily pleasantries that we could exchange while passing in the hallways or outside the building. I think the suddenness of her death is what is effecting me the most. She is here one minute and gone mere hours later. It has made me think of my own mortality, not that I think I will die tomorrow, but it does point out that one never knows. We can be gone in the blink of an eye.

Rebecca and I will be in the office next week as usual on Wednesday and Thursday with two more interesting blog entries. If I get permission from Rita’s daughter to go into more detail, I shall on Wednesday. If not, I’ll choose another topic.

Finally, the Penn State Nittany Lion football team gave a valiant effort in the Rose Bowl but came up just short against the University of Southern California. This was the highest scoring Rose Bowl in history and the most exciting one that I have ever seen. Kudos to both teams on a great season.

Until next week, have a great weekend, take care, and happy reading.

Still trying to figure out my life

Greetings, readers. I shall try not to bore you with my depression, and actually I’m not even sure it is depression. I am experiencing low energy levels and I am taking more naps than usual. I would consider my diet mediocre at best; more protein might help, as would less junk food. Still not having a job is weighing heavily on my mind. I was hoping to be gainfully employed last August. But that opportunity fell through. As we approach late fall and early winter, it seems all the jobs in town are taken.

It could be the fact that my medications are making me sleepy, or a case of mild depression, but I am now averaging two naps per day. Way too much sleep. Recently I just finished watching over 100 episodes of the new Hawaii Five-O, each episode about 45 minutes long, in a three-week period. Imagine if all those evenings were spent writing creatively. I might have 100 pages. But no, I was entertained, but nothing with my name on it came from it.

As I’ve asked myself before, do I still wish to be a writer? Yes. I do not wish to be a non-writer who wrote three books and a play. If that is all the Lord wanted me to do in the creative writing realm, I wish He would let me know. I’m not sure what else I would be passionate about. I wanted to be an airplane pilot as a child, but health issues put an end to that at age 16. I’m sure one of these days soon, I’ll find a job at one of the local stores. What I should do is get up at 6:00, plant my butt in a chair at 7:00, and write until 9:00. But no, I check Facebook, I check Twitter, I play Train Simulator, and 2014 FIFA World Cup Brazil soccer.

Sometimes when I am depressed I can actually imagine myself in a nursing home, sitting in a chair, watching TV or listening to music. When I used to visit my father at the local nursing home, I could tell how depressed he was. He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t. He was in his 70s when he went in. I fear because of my monetary situation and handicaps that I might have to go to assisted living much earlier.

On a brighter note, the Penn State football team won another game and they are well on their way to a New Year’s Day bowl game. Yay, Coach Franklin and team.

Next week we will be working on Wednesday and taking off Thursday for Thanksgiving. I will put up at least one blog entry and possibly two.

Until tomorrow, take care, have a wonderful day, and happy reading.

My day so far, June 2, 2016

Greetings, readers. I had a truly unusual morning. Small parts of it were delightful, other parts make me glad that it is therapy day. Here’s what happened.

I got up this morning at my usual time, was in the process of getting dressed, and the next thing I know I’m down on the floor. After saying a few choice words in frustration, I got up, finished getting dressed and I took my meds. I felt fine up until that moment. The reason for what happened is one of two things. A petit mal seizure which is very unlikely, or, my guess, I passed out from a momentary drop in blood pressure. Either way, we will be making doctor’s calls as soon as this entry is published.

Am I overly concerned? Not really. But I do have two trips coming up, one in July and one in August, and I would like to have options for my transportation. I hate to feel restrained and restricted. When I have mornings like this, I feel like calling off everybody and packing it in. But I am not a quitter, so I dust myself off and continue. I never have been a quitter, not even from childhood. I wasn’t very good at sports, but I was out there every day playing Nerf football or Whiffle ball.

I’m a little bit apprehensive about what the doctors will tell me to do. Luckily I have an appointment with a heart doctor tomorrow. What I don’t want for this weekend is for him to order a battery of tests. If he does, I’ll have to deal with it.

After meds and coffee, I literally fought with my computer all morning. Just when I thought I was able to work on some personal projects, my computer would run updates and need to restart. Oh, bloody hell! After a while, it almost became laughable. By 10:30, I shut down what I was trying to do and just listened to music. Things got better, as I met my girlfriend for coffee at Panera while we waited for Rebecca to arrive. The three of us chatted and had a pleasant time. I seem to have turned the corner from my frustrating morning and hopefully the rest of today will be more normal. Wish me luck.

As I wrote yesterday, we have a day off tomorrow. So until Wednesday, take care, enjoy the next few days, and happy reading.

I am learning to make budget

Greetings, readers. For the past six months I have endeavored to finish the month on or under budget. So far I have failed miserably. Last month was the closest I have come, only needing $50 extra. Here is why I do not make budget.

Reason #1: Although my medications are not full-price because of my insurance, they do average out to about $75 a month. There is a big ka-ching out of the $600 right there. Meals on Wheels is helping me on food, but …

Reason #2: I like to enjoy my TV time munchies. The closest place to get them, plus cat food and paper products, is next door at the local pharmacy. I do look for the specials, which helps, but that particular store usually wants top dollar. Things like ice cream, chips and popcorn are quite expensive.

Reason #3: Occasionally I need to rent a Zipcar, such as for this Sunday to visit Mom at the cemetery. I am budgeting $20 – $30 for that. As you can see, blink and the money slips away quickly.

Lastly, I am still an impulse shopper. I am not nearly as bad as I used to be. At the beginning of each month when I have money, if I see that thing I really want, I usually break down and get it. I am pleased to say that in the last two months, I have not made any impulse purchases. I have told both Rebecca and Mr. Updegraff, the accountant, that we are going to use this computer until it dies. I am also still using my old PS3, and although it is not on life-support, it won’t last forever. I would like to get a PS4 before those go obsolete.

I feel bad when I make myself sound like a poor person. With a trust fund, I’m really not; though it comes to me in monthly installments. I’m still trying to learn to come in on or under budget each month. If I can learn to do this, I’ll feel better about myself and make that lump sum of money last longer.

When I was younger, my family made sure that I wanted for nothing. My folks did not teach me, however, how to save money or make a budget and stick to it. If I needed a little extra spending money, I got it. Now, I’m trying to work with a half-empty tool belt of life skills. Being aware of these issues, I will get better each day and each month. But it is a slow process. I’ll need some good wishes and prayers.

If you would like to leave a comment, or share your story, please do feel free. Until next Wednesday, have a great weekend, take care and happy reading.

Getting older is not fun

Greetings, readers. I turned 50 years old this past July. Is 50 old? Not compared to someone who is 90, but I’m definitely not the physically active teenager I used to be either. I am noticing that it takes my body longer to heal and that I have a few more aches and pains when the weather turns bad. A couple of weeks ago I noticed my pinky on my right hand is starting to have a knuckle that looks like it is arthritic. That is a ouchie.

I can go two ways with this. First, I could throw in the towel, pretend my apartment complex is an old folks home, and sit and do crossword puzzles all day. My other option, and the one I am going to do when the weather gets warmer, is go for more walks to remain active, and engage myself in fun things in hopes that I can feel young. I’ve told people many times that I am never going to get old, I’m just going to get older.

One thing I’m noticing over the last ten years or so is my increase in medication. Between the ages of 16 and 40, I only had to have my seizure medication. In the last few years, a thyroid medication has been added, as well as a cholesterol drug, and generic Prilosec for my indigestion problems. I can just imagine how many pills I will be taking at 60.

I am also noticing that I don’t heal as quickly. When I was young, falling was no big deal. If I got a bruise or cut, it healed in no time. Now, if I am injured or hurt it could take days or weeks to heal.

Yes, getting older is not fun. But as many people have said over the years, you are as young as you feel. Some days I feel 100, other days I feel like I am 13 and can take on the world. Have I had my mid-life crisis yet? That is the question many men ask when they are 50. I don’t think I have and I don’t think I will. I just cannot see myself dying my hair jet-black, buying a Corvette, and look to marry a 25-year-old. Aint going to happen, folks. I’m me, and I like me. Older or not.

On a small side note, it is a beautiful sunny day today but freezing cold. I think I will take advantage of the sunshine and go for a short walk after work hours.

On Sunday it is going to be in the 50s, though raining. As I’ve told many people, I’ll take any warm day I can get my hands on. I don’t like the cold.

Until Wednesday, I hope everyone has a great weekend, do take care, and happy reading.

From Rebecca: Health care

Last week I was sick with what I thought at first was a cold, but turned out to be an infection. I went to the doctor’s, got antibiotics, and I feel much better now. It reminded me of how nice it is to have health care, and to be able to go to a doctor when needed.

I have had health care for periods of my adult life, but many times I have not, and my first impulse is not to call a doctor when something happens. Over time, I have developed an attitude of wait-and-see when things happen with my body. Two or three times a year, I get a lower back ache that lasts about three days and then goes away. I have chronic pain in my legs that is usually low-level and manageable, and when the pain increases above a certain level I will take some over-the-counter pain reliever until it subsides. When I didn’t have a doctor or could afford one, I learned to make do, and it became a habit.

When my cold last week didn’t get better, in fact it moved to my eyes, I still thought I would wait it out with cold medicine. My husband, Darren, urged me to go to the doctor, but I didn’t think it was that bad. I suggested he call the doctor’s office, describe my symptoms, and get their opinion. Darren called, the office said that not only did I need to come in, but that I was also highly contagious. Yikes. And they had an appointment that afternoon, if I wanted it. I said yes immediately. Turns out that I had a sinus infection and pink eye. I got antibiotics and forty-eight hours later I was no longer contagious. I got tired easily for a few days this week, but I feel much better.

It is nice to have a medical office to call with health questions. This is a luxury to me, having someone a phone call away to answer medical questions and give me information. It is nice to have a regular doctor that I know and who knows me. It is nice to have the right medicine at the right time. And it is nice to have it covered by insurance, so I can afford to do it.

I just have to remember this the next time something happens with my health.

Stop the world, I want to get off, #2

Greetings, readers. I should be a happy man. I have a girlfriend who loves me, a roof over my head, adequate food, and good friends and family. So why do I feel so depressed? As I’ve said before, my therapist is going to have a lot to do tomorrow.

Without going into all the details, most of which are private, the weekend was not what I was expecting it to be. Situations arose which needed my attention and there was no getting around it. By the time Saturday night came along, I was so worn out that all I wanted to do on Sunday was sleep. And that is exactly what I did. Monday and yesterday, I desperately wanted to continue writing, but just couldn’t. And, of course, the more I couldn’t, the more depressed I started to feel. I have absolutely nothing on the agenda for early this evening, and I am going to write new pages come hell or high water. Tomorrow is chock-full-of-everything day, so the more I get written tonight the better off I’ll feel.

I began talking with Traci and other friends about the possibility of my medicine dosage being too strong to take in the morning. I’m fine for the first few hours, and then I’m just a zombie. Show me the way to the bed. I’m going to ask my neurologist what would be the best way to split my dosage to be in the morning and in the evening. Obviously there are two answers to that question. Just go ahead and do that, or just stagger the second dose little by little until I get it to the evening. My main concern is throwing my body off schedule by changing my dosage too quickly and having a seizure. That would not be good.

On the weather front, no pun intended, ha ha, this morning when I looked out the window, it was pouring down rain. So I feed Kitty cat, did my usual email/Facebook/ Twitter thing, and went back to sleep. Again, I had several hours to write and just didn’t. Is the end of my writing career near? I would not go so far as to say that. But I got a slap-in-the-face chuckle when I saw that my total royalties for 2015 from my Kindle version of my books was a whopping 70 cents. You don’t need to look at that twice, we’ll type it again for you. 70 cents. That certainly isn’t going to pay the rent, now is it?

Now something that will cheer me up a bit. My favorite sports season, baseball, begins with spring training in about a month. That means that warmer weather is about two months from now. Even though we haven’t had tons of snow, the gloomy cold weather always depresses me.

Finally, and this is a major step for me, if my depression does not get better by the end of this month, I am going to talk to my accountant about seeking a stronger method of dealing with it. I don’t exactly know what that might be, but I have a couple of things in mind. One being a short hospital stay for 2 or 3 days where I can get care and counseling as needed. Or perhaps something as simple as an increase of my anti-depression dose, or a different med all together. Something has got to give.

So please, throw good thoughts my way, and I’ll keep you up to date on what is going on around here.

Until Friday, enjoy your couple of days, take care and happy reading.

No, I am not prepared for life

Greetings, readers. After spending three days working with healthcare.gov, two with Rebecca and one on my own, I have come to the horrible conclusion that I am ill-equipped to handle real life challenges. I’m just fine listening to music, perusing Facebook, and playing video games. When it comes to real life situations that require me to use my brain, I am a cross between Herman Munster and the Swamp Thing. Today when my accountant was looking over the health plan I chose and saw a couple of problems, I actually caught myself feeling the same way when Herman “goofs it again.”

This all stems from – and Mom, I love you to death – me not being prepared for real life. As far back as I can remember, everything was done for me. My parents were fairly well to do and I was physically challenged, so I really wasn’t encouraged to get a job early in life. I know I’ve blogged about certain topics like this before, but this recent phone call and possible health care blunder, has brought these feelings back to the surface. Luckily, it doesn’t last very long. Much to talk about with my therapist on Monday.

Let me explain what happened with the healthcare phone call. First of all, the 40 minute hold time did not put me in a good mood. Second, once we got going, of course, there were many questions to verify that I am who I said I was. After that was taken care of, we got down to business. I explained that I didn’t want my current plan to roll over and wanted to choose another one. Looking at my new plan in more depth today, however, I realize I probably made a mistake. Yes the premiums are a bit cheaper, but my out-of-pocket money for drugs per month will be more. Ouch!

Since the new policy doesn’t begin until January 1st, I might still have time to change it. But I’ll have to talk to them tonight. I’m going to take a piece of paper and jot down specific questions to be answered.

My problem is that I’m not thorough. I don’t think things through. My health care policy is a perfect example. I saw a $30 a month in savings in the premiums, with the next choice higher, and said I’ll take that one, without asking exactly what the plan does and does not cover. Before we began this blog today, I must admit I was angry with myself and Rebecca knew it. She’s a good friend not to give me any I told you so’s or you should have done this or that. The reason I was angry was because my mother would never have allowed this to happen. She was the queen of organization and not leaving any stone unturned. Every question would have been answered to her satisfaction or she would not have taken the policy. Oh, mother, how I wish you were with me now. Since that’s not possible, the only thing for me to do is to accept the encouragement of my friends and say I will do better next time, learning from my mistakes.

Until Friday, take care, throw good thoughts my way to be strong, and happy reading.

I’m puzzled about my low energy

Greetings, readers. Recently, things in my life have been on a definite up-swing. My daily schedule has stabilized, I now have a girlfriend, and the blog is coming along better than I’d ever hoped. But, yet, I’m taking more naps than ever before. I don’t think I’m depressed. I just feel a constant need to visit the sandman.

My therapist told me it might be because of the onset of the fall and winter season. At first, I agreed with her. But, I’ve been on a multi-vitamin for approximately the last ten days and I have even less energy. I have one thing to try before I call the doctor. I’m going to try to revamp my diet and cut out a lot of the junk food I eat. Wish me luck on that one, folks. If that idea doesn’t work, I will have to schedule an appointment with my doctor earlier than the one already on the books.

Helping to keep my mood up is my new girlfriend, Traci. We went out this morning and had a good time. But when she asked me what I was going to do this afternoon after work, I, without even thinking about it, said that I was going to take a nap.

I don’t feel suicidal, I don’t feel angry, nor do I think my anti-depression medication has stopped working, but something is amiss. I don’t like feeling this way. I’m not getting anything done creatively, and if I nap too much during the day, it throws my sleep cycle off.

Today, October 1st, began my brand new lease here at Addison Court Apartments. One thought that I had about my lack of energy, is that the building is mostly for seniors and handicapped folks. I’m not around people who do physical activities. There is no one to toss the football with or to get a pickup game of softball going. My physical activity, basically, consists of going to Panera Bread or our new Sheetz. I don’t know if lack of exercise makes one lethargic or not. I’m going to have to look into that. If it does, I might increase my exercise regimen before all the bad weather hits.

I’ll keep you up to date on how I’m feeling. Please leave me a comment or suggestion, either here or on Facebook, and let me know how you combat the fall and winter blahs.

Until tomorrow, have a good day, take care, and happy reading.