Okay....
I don't feel ancient.
I don't think I look ancient.
As of tomorrow...
I will be
52.
The number does not freak me out.
I mean we all know what the alternative
to getting old is.
I do not want THAT!
BUT....
Why does it have to be so hard to stand up?
Or get out of bed in the morning?
Or bend over to pick up something?
Why do I forget simple things
but remember meaningless drivel?
Oh cruel age...
tomorrow is my birthday
so
please
be
kind!
Happy Day!

When you gotta go, you gotta go!

It's been 18 months.
My last visit wasn't very happy.
I get so frustrated.
He's going to make comments...I already know!
He's going to ask questions...they make me sad.
He's going to suggest things I don't want to hear.
But...
That yearly physical has to be done.
Even when it is sometimes 18 months instead of 12.
He told me I had waited 2 years...since 2007
But it was the end of December 2007,
I make sure he knows!
And...
now it's done.
whew

And it was just the beginning of the day...

So Monday after nearly incapacitating myself....
Diane emerges from her room 90 minutes later
I hate my bank!
My ATM card won't work
AGAIN!!!!
I'm going to go in and close my account and open one
somewhere, ANYWHERE else.
Then she looks at me,
"Are you Okay?"
I burst into tears and relate my story.
After hugs and consoling...
she leaves for the bank
"I've got to get gas money, my truck's on empty
and the ATM won't work!"
Sorry I can't come with you for support but I'm JACKED UP!
20 minutes later she returns home...
she's nearly
hysterical
"The bank says they've frozen my account.
Someone is SUING me!!!"
She's holding a card the bank wrote a name,
phone number and case number.
WHAT...
Apparently, there is someone in
New York with her same name. The New Yorker is being sued.
And... she banks at our bank!
Unfortunately,
care wasn't exercised
and they froze whatever came up with her name.
That is why her ATM card wouldn't work.
After phone calls and bank visits and more phone calls
we are hoping
(Fingers crossed!)
things will be better this Monday night,
Tuesday at the latest.
***
Mondays,
watch out for Mondays!

Ouch, I think I Cracked My BUM!

I know I haven't posted for a long time.
I just feel so boring most of the time.
What's going on? The same old same old.
Then,
Monday morning (my day off and nearly always laundry day)
As I head in to the garage to do the laundry
( Yes, I am jealous of everyone with indoor laundry)
(and remember I've lived here almost 15 years)
(and the garage door is the door I use ALWAYS, Who uses front doors? )
(oh, maybe all the people with indoor laundry!)
So, back to my story...
I'm carrying a basket of laundry
=like I've done 52 weeks a year for ALMOST 15 years=
And I step down the first step and as I step down the second step
******OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH******
I step wrong.
I'm not sure how, or what happened.
All I know is it's "slo-mo" time and I'm going
DOWN
And down hard.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Smack on my tail bone.
My mom would call it a PRAT fall.
The basket popped out of my hands.
It was so sudden I couldn't even brace for the inevitable.
Bam...tail bone...ouch...
the force then knocked me backward,
Back hit the wall...thunk...
the force still forcing me,
I toppled over onto the CONCRETE floor...
THUD.
And there I lay.
"I wonder if Diane (sleeping in her room upstairs) heard anything?"
" I wonder if I can move?"
"I know I'm not paralyzed because my bum is ACHING."
"I'm really glad NO ONE saw this."
"sometimes I can be sooo graceful."
"Am I old, how could this have happened?"
And with those thoughts I knew the shock was wearing off and I should
TRY
to move, maybe even get up.
And so GINGERLY I get up...
start the stinking laundry ...
walk in the house slowly...
Then cry like a little girl.
**********
You know from the shock.

Now, don't be all worried.
I'm moving pretty well now,
just a little slow to sit or stand.