Dackel Princess

The Friday Five ~ July 8th

This week will go down as the week where I slept more than anything. Even my darling puppy, Heidi, and old girl Lili find my sleeping excessive, but, it is what it is.

I have 4 frozen dinners for Jack and two leftover meals. He is not thrilled about this, but that’s too bad. With no appetite and no desire to eat a big meal, he just has to put up with this until I am well.
I think for me, I will make good old Cambell’s Chicken Noodle Soup with a small dish of crackers. True excitement in my culinary world!
Did you hear that Raphael Nadal had to withdraw from Wimbledon? I’m heartbroken because he was to have played the Angry Aussie, Nick Kyrgios and I really wanted Nadal to take him down a peg. The Matches I watched with Nick Kyrgios playing was like watching someone who has a serious mental illness. The boy ain’t right. He kept talking to people around him yelling and screaming.
Once again I must tell you that Heidi is helping to keep me calm and quiet.
Heidi is an amazing little girl!
So my goals over the weekend will be to do some laundry and try to make some small furniture adjustments in my room. Quite honestly, if I can get the laundry done, I will be very pleased.

Update: On Me

Yesterday was a day that seemed to fly by. I spent most of it sleeping in my recliner with Heidi in my lap.

I think it is what the body needs when one is sick with anything. Sleep, move around a bit, drink and then sleep some more.

I love streaming TV. How great it is to go on a streaming service and watch movies or old TV shows. Currently, I am watching ER and I am on Season 7 out of 12 seasons.

Yesterday I even ate a little. I keep trying to eat so that my stomach doesn’t get too nauseated. That’s difficult because I don’t feel like eating and nothing really tastes good.

So that’s the latest I hope that today I will be able to sleep, walk, eat, and repeat!

The sun is out and the humidity is gone, and I choose to believe that although I feel sick, the sun is shining in my life. You know, the light at the end of the tunnel!

So life has been tricky the last few days. I have not felt well, and my home Covid test showed a faintly positive result. I wrote down everything wrong with my body, and I called my Nurse Practitioner.

I spoke to the Triage Nurse and she suggested I go to the closest walk-in clinic.

So I woke Jack, got in the car, and headed down to the clinic. I didn’t have to wait long.

They reran the test which showed that I do indeed have Covid. They also chose to run the three-day test as well. I was sent off with my inhaler, these wicked good cough pearls that work great at relieving my cough.

I’m to isolate for the next 5-10 days (until I test negative) and drink copious amounts of water.

I’m also to stay in my jammies and sleep as much as I need to, but also get up and walk around to keep myself from getting any sicker.

Heidi is the sweetest. She just lays there in my lap making me feel loved and taken care of.

Here’s the thing. I was recently mask-shamed at the Post Office. I always wear a mask, and I am very careful in public. But somehow this darn virus got me.

Be careful my friends. I’ve been vaxxed, and yet here I am. Oh well, at least I have plenty of movies and tennis to watch right now.

When Disaster Comes to Call

On Saturday I decided to make a nice easy meal. Steak, baked potato, and green beans.

As we sat down to eat (on wooden tray tables), Jack said his green beans weren’t done enough and complained they were cold. So I put my tray table about three feet from my reclining chair and went to reheat Jack’s beans.

I had just gotten the beans into the microwave when I heard a crash-bang!

Somehow, my little Heidi with those short little dackel legs had leapt toward my tray table, knocking it over and tossing my nice hot, uneaten meal onto the rug! The rug that gathers dog fur faster than I can vacuum it up.

I picked up the plate and cutlery, and then my beautiful steak and potato and beans (which were cooked perfectly!).

I got out our smaller carpet cleaner and took care of the rug, and then did the dishes and started the dishwasher.

Since I cook small meals now, there were no leftovers to chow down on. I made some scrambled egg and toast and figured that would be fine.

But I am reminded once again, that those sneaky dackels will do just about anything to get food. Even flying through the air, in hopes of nailing a filet mignon!

And then they look at us with those big beautiful brown eyes, and all hope is lost. I simply couldn’t stay angry at her. I think from now on I will eat at the kitchen table. It happens that Jack almost always needs this or that when I am trying to eat my meals. Perhaps if I eat alone in the kitchen I might just get a hot meal for a change.

The Friday Five ~ July 1st

So here we are. July 1st! Summer. Today’s forecast is for very hot weather, so I guess I will be staying in and keeping cool with the air conditioning. Here’s this week’s Friday Five.

Tuesday was a busy day. Jack had appointments down in Manchester and Concord, so I spent most of the day driving. The day was beautiful, so the drive was a nice one.
I had a nice conversation with a New Hampshire State Trooper. I was sitting at the Registry of Motor Vehicles waiting to get Jack’s handicapped placard, and he was walking by, and I’m not sure how, but we struck up a conversation.
My Dad worked as a Summer Cop on Cape Cod and I was joking with him that every morning Dad would freak out my Mom about what had happened the night before. He laughed and agreed. Anyway, he was a nice man, and it helped pass the time.
I went to the Post Office on Tuesday and while picking up my packages, a man, a stranger to me, began to bully me for wearing a mask. He claimed that it was destroying my health. I did not engage him in conversation. But I thought, who does he think he is? Then it dawned on me that a large portion of our population has become bullies.
And perhaps he was fortunate that I did have a mask on, as I got sick later that night, and have been down and out since. Not Covid, but miserable none the less.

So that was the week that was. I’m still curled up with Heidi, sleeping and forcing fluids.

Have a great weekend, and to those of you here in the USA, Happy Fourth of July!

Changes

Lately, I seem to be in a learning mode. Life is ever-evolving, and as things around you change, so do you.

If you are over the age of 60-65 and not taking any medications, then that is wonderful! However, for me, I am on medications twice a day and recently, my medications went through an overhaul.

Just about the time that I started to feel better with that, things changed with Jack’s (who takes more meds than Carter has pills.) (This is an American colloquialism), care and I am just trying to keep up, and falling short every day.

This lead me to physically break down. Suddenly I have the virus that’s been going around the Lake. Cough, cold, fever, and exhaustion. I’ve been tested for Covid and it is not that, but there is a nasty Virus around, and apparently, that is what it is.

So, I’ve been sleeping and sipping herbal teas, and sleeping again. I’ve tried to make meals, but honestly, I have no appetite and no desire to cook.

I do walk the dogs in the yard, in my pajamas, which is quite a sight, I am sure. I also made a masked and gloved trip to the grocery store to buy emergency supplies. Ginger ale, crackers, and bread for toast. Then I came home and slept some more.

Today I plan to sleep, drink, and walk the dogs. Nothing strenuous. Just take care of myself.

Happy Heavenly Birthday, Mom!

She was born Rosamond Ruth Prussman, to parents Frederick and Mary on June 28, 1929. She had a much-loved older brother, Robert, and a cousin George, (who grew up like a brother to her). In fact, until the day they passed, they really adored each other.

Mom’s brother, Robert, and his wife Cynthia.

Aunt Betty, Larry, Janet, and Uncle George.

She met my Dad when she was 13 and she was dancing and my Dad played the piano. I asked Dad once what made him look twice at Mom and he said “It was a bright red sweater that she was wearing! She looked so beautiful in it! I was hooked!”

A collage of their life together.

They married early on, and Dad finished getting his teaching degree. They moved to Monument Beach, Massachusetts,

and lived in a little white cottage in the Burtonwood section, where my brother, Richard, and my sister Melodie were born.

Then they moved to Falmouth, Massachusetts, and shortly after, Mom had me.

My parent’s stayed married for well over 60 years.

Mom was with him until the end of his life, and really until the end of hers too. She never remarried. I think in her mind and her heart she was always Jimmie’s girl!

Her last days were spent, not in fear of dying, no, Mom knew Jesus Christ and she knew she would see Dad again. She just worried about Mel and me and all of our cousins.

Me, Mel & Janet with Mom.

This was the last time we were together before Mom was diagnosed with Liver Cancer. It was a wedding. Mom was so happy to be with us all. I almost didn’t go because of my facial surgery, but I am so glad I did now. Seeing her so happy and sharing that day with her, left us all with wonderful memories.

The last time I saw her, at Hospice Care, Mel and I, sat there, with Janet and the four of us were talking quietly. I asked Mom how we would know if she was with us. She smiled and said, “You will see butterflies, and that will be me.” This really surprised me because she always related to beautiful flowers in the past.

But you know what? We see beautiful butterflies all the time. And we smile!

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Happy Birthday, Mom!

We Love you and we miss you!

The Friday Five ~ June 24th

June is nearly done, and I have had so many thoughts on my mind. Good thoughts as well as sad. But mostly I am holding my own.

I am the luckiest woman ever. I have this delightful and perfect puppy, Heidi in my life, and without even working too hard at it, she makes me feel so loved and so important!
She is so adorable, but she has one thing about her that none of my other dackels have had.
A stripe like this is on both sides.

Just below each of her shoulder blades. Almost like Angel wings. In fact, I think Heidi is my little Angel.
I’ve been watching ER. With so many years, it’s kind of a binge-watching marathon! I remember almost none of it!
This weekend I plan to chill out. Do some laundry and try to get some rest. Recently I am not getting enough sleep and all of that makes Maribeth a cranky girl.
Last week I lost 4 pounds on my diet. I weigh in just before my shower on Friday. I hope that my weight loss is a good one.

Have a great weekend everyone!

The Frustrations in Life

I am not one to complain too much…okay I am, but I’ve been trying to turn over a new leaf.

But today, when I received my sixth healthcare refusal from my governmental agency (the one that is guaranteed) I freaked out.

After pulling myself off the ceiling, I sat down with a pen, and paper, filled with determination to get answers.

I got my cell phone, and earpiece and I was ready to wait to be helped. The wait wasn’t as long as I thought it would be, and soon Victor came on. I told him that I was concerned because my guaranteed healthcare insurance was getting rejected all over the place. Why?

Victor explained that the current Administration had changed the ChampVA Healthcare payment protocols.

Okay, I understand people like to change things. But here is the deal. The Administration never told anyone! So, I am not the only person having this problem.

In the past when referring to a Primary Health Insurance the code was OHI. (Other Health Insurance). The current Administration decided to change this to Commercial Insurance. (No gray area)

I do not care what they call it. What I care about is that no one told anyone. They did not tell me, they did not tell the providers, and they did not tell their own people for over a year. Or in my case for almost two years. Some doctor’s offices still do not know.

I called one of my doctor’s billing departments today to explain it to her and she was shocked. But then, it all made sense to her as all of her governmental claims have been denied.

So there ya go. If you are disabled due to a service-related injury and your family has this insurance, be prepared. Be prepared!

The Price Of Life

I walked outside this morning to the cool temperatures. Again, I was wearing my winter coat. This made me laugh.

Coming in, I staggered over to the coffee machine, poured myself a cup, and thus, began my day.

I have to drive to Manchester today, and I have my drive planned out. After my appointment, I will drive to Market Basket in Tilton, pick up some staples and then get gas at BJ’s before driving right home.

Let’s face it. One must plan so as not to waste gasoline. I had a conversation with someone at the store. She actually thinks it’s a good idea (High fuel prices).

I bet she lives in a city with public transportation and that she has enough money to spend on fuel oil in the winter. If prices hold, I will be paying $1000.00+ a month to stay barely above freezing.

As it is, there is no public transportation here. We are on our own!

Oh well, that is that. Hope you all have a great day!

Author: Dackel Princess