I have been shopping for a phone. I am not quite sane -- the one I like is over 600.00. Ack! For a phone! Maybe I should pick an earlier model. The way I am about phones no doubt an earlier one would work just fine for me. It's not like I will watch movies all day or anything.
I am also pretty sure I will pick a new company and leave Sprint. Their damned store kept me in line over an hour just to find out that I couldn't do anything I needed to there. So here I go -- tomorrow I will go get a new phone an a new company.
Meanwhile, I am working on getting the company that had my stolen car on their lot removed as an approved company for stolen vehicle storage. They were a real piece of work, and I hope I can get their business taken away. No one should have to deal with these scum.
I belong to a group that is considered "critical" -- because if they lay us off chances are high that the government will be sacrificing money that they could be billing to people who are filing late with large income gains. Of course the budget wrangle and the debt ceiling wrangle are going to make employment chancy in any case -- and even if they lay us off they will likely demand to have us back in 3 weeks since the late-filing deadline is October 15. That creates a mini-spike of late returns, and we are part of the group that deals with those, too.
Oh sure, they keep grumbling about laying off all the seasonals until January, but I can't see it happening. And if I'm wrong? Oh please don't throw me in that briar patch!
In some ways, a writer friend defined what the conventions was like -- but did it a dozen years early. The main accessory is a cane -- or a scooter for those who have lost even more mobility. I had been doing without a cane for months, but the size of the convention center soon sent me down to my car to get out the emergency cane I keep in there. My hips could only take so many miles of cement floor before they screamed. My pedometer said I walked over five miles on Thursday, so the poor things had reason. I usually don't do much more than 2 or 3 in a normal day.
The graying means that a lot of playfulness is gone. Costumes were not very evident. Most people were in pants and Ts casual. I guess all the costumes go to DragonCon. The writers cleaned up very nicely for the Hugos. Mur Lafferty's dress was outstanding. I'm envious.
But I headed home before that ever happened. I left on Saturday because by Friday night I had pretty much done what I wanted to do. Maybe that statement is the sorriest thing -- that I could run out of things I wanted from a WorldCon before the big events occurred. I still plan to go to London. I am pretty sure the city will have things I want to see even if the convention turns into something I'm done with early. And if worldCon is in KC in 2016 (which looks probable at this point) I will be there. That would be a full circle, however, and probably my last WorldCon -- as Kansas City in 1976 was my first.
Unfortunately, I suspect I have acquired a hernia. The gall bladder that used to be in that area is gone, and hernia is about the only thing that works with the feeling. I will go to the doctor in a bit over a week, and we will see what comes of it. Got to avoid any gym activity that stresses the abdominal area meanwhile -- that hurts like blazes. But I will continue all the things that I have been working on. I may never LIKE the gym, but I am resigned to going there and the people are friendly, both members and staff. I continue to lose, but more slowly. About 63 down. Hey, as long as it is down things are ok.
And now for the fact that it is August -- specifically the third weekend. Third weekend of almost every month is KaCSFFS. I joined in August of 1982. I still remember John J, John Taylor, Pat Taylor, and I walking to the meeting, which was at Torre's Pizza in Westport. There were maybe 25 of us in KaCSFFS at the time. I still remember what it was like, walking with the others. I even remember what we were wearing. Ah, an excess of memory. The best that can be said for me is that I appreciated my good times while I was living them.
I am not a fan of all this exercise, but the threat of not having strength as I go down in size is enough to make me go. Also it's possible I can avoid saggy wings if I do what I have to, so ... .
I got a couple of iPods, some ear buds and head phones. Music does make biking easier. On things I have to count, music sometimes makes me lose count, but I just set the number back and continue from some lower number, just to make sure it all gets done. Up the weights. Think about adding new things as it gets easier.
Exercise. Still not my favorite.
Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras.
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons
Meanwhile, Buster is mending. He was sick last week and I took him to the vet. The news was not great -- he had a blockage in his urethra. Fortunately, it spontaneously unblocked before the vet had to knock him out and use a catheter. He now has prescription cat food which costs more than my food. I also got him a kitty water fountain to see if I could lure him into drinking. The only places he would drink before were in the kitchen sink and in the toilet. The fountain is working great, and now he doesn't have to jump on the counter for a drink. He goes over and visits it every now and then, which is a real improvement.
6 week post-surgery visit today. I seem to be doing better. A bit less tired. Next week has a FIVE DAY weekend with the holiday, the sequester day, and my regular day off. Good times.
Those bikes are demonic -- they cut out if you go too slow, and I am as slow as you can imagine. Oh well, the pedals move even slow, and any exercise is better than no exercise, yes? I hope that they will have classes at times I can take them. Right now I still can't sit on the floor and then get up. 40 pounds to get to there -- hey! it used to be 90 pounds. Maybe by July. The weight is falling off, and I am on 2T of food per meal until 7/1 or so. After that I get 3T!! Yeah, with 4 protein shakes a day to get 80 grams, it is definitely a high protein diet.
Those poor suckers in Texas.
I even went so far as to get Gerber oatmeal so that there would not be anything rough on my stomach at first. Of course I add applesauce and cinnamon, but hey! No reason your tastebuds have to suffer.
I need to look into smashing the chewable vitamins to powder. They are just too big to be tolerable. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I can find enough Gummy vitamins so that I can eat a bunch of them instead. It will be at least a week before I get near Costco. I still have plenty of supplies -- I only need milk replaced any time soon. I haven't eaten any pudding or yogurt, It has been baby food, tomato soup, and cottage cheese for the most part.
The cat got at the empty baby food jar. It was not scraped and he had his paw in it and was pulling out leftovers and licking the paw. Cats.
All the items are checked off the packing list. Whew..
I always seem to be tired on Thursday, so of course Thursday night is when I have to bag up the trash and haul it out. This neighborhood is flooded with dogs off the leash, so all of it has to go in cans, not just nice bags you can drag. Four bags out and in cans, one can to the street with one to go. I'm recovering here!
The fun part of living here is the rest of the wildlife. I can see the tracks where deer have crossed the yard, and where rabbits hopped through the snow. As I waited for the realtor, the tracks in the snow made me pretty sure I was going to live out here.
I ordered the last of the nutrition items -- chewable calcium/D3 in 500 mg increments -- and it should get here tomorrow. Yeah, a lifetime of mail order vitamins ahead -- because the requirements are complicated and you can't count on buying stuff locally. I especially went for the vitamins that are 1) one a day and 2) completely free of ingredients from China. No use potentially poisoning myself. I mean, I read this article that talked about the maximum melamine permitted in milk -- I was aghast! The correct answer is ZERO, dammit! And so the boycotting of Chinese ingredients is only sensible. This country is self-sufficient in food production. Importing anything edible from China is insane and potentially deadly.
My son will drive me, and he will feed the cat. Buster recognizes him as a food source and will come for him.
I will have to lay in a few more supplies -- cream soups, applesauce, and other squishy things -- but all that can wait a month. I will likely do it while I am on the all-liquid diet and overbuy. After all, eating stuff in 6 teaspoon increments is a pretty slow process. Yeah, 6 teaspoons of food, 3 times a day. As they say in the USMC, "Every day's a holiday and every meal's a feast!"
Yes, I was fanatical about meeting all the requirements -- it took three months from day 1 until 1/30 when the request was faxed to them to get through everything. It's scheduled for 4/2, which will put me at home for part of April. I am planning to get 2 weeks of paid leave and 2 of unpaid to encourage me to get through the wimpy part. I don't get to lift anything for 4 to 6 weeks, but the guy across the aisle will do that if it needs doing.
So 6 weeks from now I'll be going in the hospital for 2 days. And eating a whole lot less.
I read bits of these so often when I was a kid, and their articles on mythology carried me through an entire research paper on the topic. They also had wonderful fairy tales -- it's where I read "The Magic Tinderbox" and the one about the swan princes. Surprisingly enough, this set is prized by home schoolers and particularly by missionaries -- probably because the vintage and breadth set them into a bracket that is both safe and admirably literate.
On the surgical prep front, I have one more nutrition and exercise class left, and then St Luke's will submit my things to the insurance company for pre-approval. I have done everything else required. If Blue Cross is efficient, I will be looking at being on the surgery schedule in late February or in March. Yes, I still think I need to do this although it will make huge changes in some things.
And yes, I have applied for another job and the process is still grinding on, though I got an e-mail telling me I am qualified. Now all I have to do is be at the top of the heap, right?
Meanwhile, I completed step 1 of about a dozen toward getting surgery done. Step 2 is a doctor's appointment in about a week. I even called and got it moved up into a spot that someone vacated, and I will continue to push things forward as I can. Insurance companies want you to jump through lots of hoops on the way -- a nuisance if you ask me, and if I had a huge amount of money to spare, I'd just pay and avoid the hoops. Unfortunately, it is a lot more than I can just pull out of the bank, so I will be cussing the hoops all the way while doing what I have to.
OK, so things happened very much as I expected. I'm sorry. He was a nice person and I'll be sorry not to see him again. I was pretty sure when I saw him in PA a couple of years ago that I wouldn't see him alive again -- it is an unfortunate kind of foreknowledge to have.
I've decided to have modest bariatric surgery because I can no longer maintain a diet on my own with no assistance. So a lap band, which is laproscopic, involves no cutting that can't be dealt with in a week of recovery, and is pretty effective.
I was sort of OK until I quit smoking. The weight I put on after that has been persistent, and I have had an almost impossible time budging it.
I'm tired. I'm uncomfortable. I'm going to do it.
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The last weeks of John's life were like living in that book. First he lost the ability to walk. Then his handwriting went into the spiky line that Pati's had gone into when she had her stroke. When he showed the attempt to write to me both he and I knew what it meant, and he was horrified. After all, he had taken care of her for 11 of the 13 years after her writing went spiky.
That night was when he told me that he had to die. I told him I loved him more than anyone, ever, and that he had to do what was right for him.
Then he started losing his memory -- but he was there as much as he could be, though his connection was being destroyed.
I won't ever read Flowers for Algernon again.
All in all it has been a plus -- and now she is out there cutting down volunteer growths that need killin'.
All this because I fell again -- Buster managed to get under a foot on the downstep, and when I tried to back off him I tipped over. This time there was lots of blood, and my hip hurts like blazes. But today, hip or no hip, I decided to move stuff, and along came someone who wanted to earn money.
Buster is VERY disconcerted. :)
Good PS is that I did hammer the hip back in place so it no longer hurts. By now I have that down to a science.
I have been doubling up a lot lately -- which I did all the time as a kid but got out of the habit of doing for awhile.
I remember telling Robin Bailey that the good news about Skull Gate was that I didn't pick up another book in the middle of his.
And I have to say, e-books make book-hopping easier than ever. Your place doesn't get lost, and there is only one item to carry. :)
I spent lots of time cruising around Lee's Summit and E. KC in search of the Lees Summit Hospital, where I visited Paula until her family arrived to keep her company. She is one of my favorite people and I hope that she recovers from this with no major problems and no surgery. Gah, I do NOT like surgery.
I may be in for a spot of it myself, and if that happens I want to know when they plan to lay us off so I can use layoff time to get it done. Either October or December -- it varies. So far no one has been laid off this year -- the pit is still full of data entry people and the carts of data still take up the huge dance floor area. But taking 6 weeks out of work to recover from something is not my idea of fun.
Avengers wasn't too bad. I was really entertained by Iron Man, with Bruce Banner coming in a long second. The plot was mildly adequate. The invading large swimmer things were appropriately ugly (like large spiky metal silverfish). The little buzzing things were very good.
But the thing that got me was that there was a lot of inappropriate 3-D. In the movie Jurassic Park there were lots of talking heads -- so many that it looked more like it was made for TV. Well in this one, a talking head had a 3-D focus on the back of the head of the person watching, then when the other person talked, the point of view would shift to the back of the other person's head, viewed 3-D. What a stunningly stupid use of effects! Made me crazy after awhile.
I depositied my glasses in the box because I don't expect to go to a lot of these. I skipped the last Harry Potter, the Star Trek reboot, and even Avatar. No Hunger Games, thanks. And likely no more 3-D until the idea of good cinematic values penetrates the making of 3-D. But last time there was 3-D it faded before such values could be established. That may happen again.