10 Thoughts For Friday.

 

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Good Afternoon!
I know it is Friday, but if I have 10 Thoughts today you will just have to put up with me.

1. I have a little running around to do today.
   A few groceries, but especially to get Miss Milly some extra red cedar chips for her doghouse.
   It is insulated and warm, and already has 1 full bag in it, along with a blanket. Just that I will feel better knowing she has an extra few inches of those.
   Not only do these chips add warmth, but they keep the bugs out.
   
   Besides, some @~hole meteorologist has predicted the “S” word for Sunday. That and some really high winds. I have enough on my mind that I don't care to be fighting with Milly to get her in the house.
   
   
   

2. Speaking of keeping things out...
   I still do not know where the danged mice are getting in my house! This is an ongoing battle as you well know.
   But we have a score too.
   

   • Sputnik = 3 (Great claws, good reaction time)!
   • Me = 3 (Good trap, lots of peanut butter)!

   
   A tie score, but it represents a few more croaks for the vermin.
   Credit where credit is due, Punk helps too- Sometimes growling. Sometimes barking.
   
   
   
   

3. Fred Bartz was here to pump out the septic tank last week; and I still have to cover it up. It is raining, so I will not be doing it today. But yes, it does need to be done before that ground freezes.
   
   
   

4. Some of you did not know that a 'grundy' is when your undies creep into the crack of your butt and annoy the heck out of you. (At least this is the definition that I have always known).
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5. My back is killing me once again; and I am SO at a loss to know how to make it better. I have good and decent muscle tone in my back so it shouldn't keep doing this.
   It pains me to even walk, sit, or rest.
   (Feels like that damned jackass had a sledge hammer this time).
   
   Yes, (no nagging please), I do have to call in for my ear.
   It got better for a few days but the cotton batting feeling is back; and I don't like that it reminds me of having a bag over my head.
   
   
   

6. I don't know how many of you actually clicked on any of the links I posted the other day.
   Casey will quite possibly be having her pancreas removed.
   This procedure is called a TP/AIT.
   I have learned that this procedure differs from a TP/ICP, in that the one she will probably have will hopefully use her own islet cells for transplantation within her liver. The other procedure uses islet cells from a cadaver.
   
   This TP/AIT brings the hope that she might not have to become insulin dependent.
   But even if she needs insulin, it is better than living in pain like this.
   
   TP =  Total Pancreatectomy.
   ICT = Islet Cell Transplant,
   AIT = Autologous Islet Transplant (your own islet cells transplanted).
   
   As always, I have more questions than answers at this point. When we get to Minnesota I can only hope that many of our fears will be alleviated; and that our questions will be honestly assessed and answered.
   
   
   

7. As if this news isn't hard enough, our Baby Sam is now living with his brother Gabriel.
   Gabriel is still at foster care.
   I have not seen him for a week now. Too much other stuff going on.
   
   

   • If Miss Marie would like to blog about it she will.
   • If not, then please know she has done NOTHING wrong!

   
   Lawrence.
   Gabriel.
   Sam.
   Know that this all makes me ill to even think about.
   Mostly just Gabriel and Sam because these are the two that were in their mothers care.
   
   ~Lawrence is just so very far away; but he is well~loved, cared for, and he knows where his "home" is...
   ...And he knows that part of that 'home' is right here too.
   
   

   • Know that Jenné and Aaron, (and Isaiah),
     will be adopting Gabriel.

   This process takes time; especially with their family living in Texas.
   I do not think they are able to expand their children in triplicate at this point.
   ~That cited, Baby Sam's future remains uncertain.
   
   
   

I am a magician now, having turned ketchup to yarn!

I burnt the hell out of my meatloaves last night, napping through the phone ringing.
My house still smells like burnt meatloaf.
And my little ketchup streaks across the tops looked like shiny yarn.

If I was rich I would just chuck out those bread pans of mine.
Dammitallanyway, and I was SO hungry for meatloaf.

I haven't burnt anything in many, many years...

Punk did not much care for it either.
Miss Milly will be my last hope before it ends up in the dumpster.

What's up with the new Yahoo profile crap?
Here's MY link.
http://profiles.yahoo.com/u/XCAXGW5T5O7KNYMUTB73UITNEQ

Hoping that y'all can forgive me if I am not here as much as I have been in the past.
As always, I will try to get around to your blogs.
I will be around, but can make no promises until this next chapter of Casey's life is completely fixed.
Times are many that I cannot even seem to concentrate on what I am reading.

So now you know what's up in my little corner of Flintville!

I hope all is well with everyone; and in advance I thank you for your thoughts and answers here.


Love to all.
Have a grand weekend!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday October 24, 2008 - 12:06pm (CDT)

Hospitals. Houdini. And Sewage.

 

Parked out in front of the hospital...
too funny
(Guess THAT didn't work for someone)...

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Good Morning All;
I was not supposed to wake up in my own home today.
But I did.
(No, I hadn't turned over an old leaf and suddenly become naughty or lucky again either).
Damn, hey?
hehehe

Casey was to be transported to either Milwaukee's Froedtert Hospital, or UW's Madison Medical Center.

She is still in Green Bay.

I am still home too;
hence waking up here.
(With a dog in my face no less)!!!
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Yes. This is the dog.

(And no, it is not sunny right now)...

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Punk clearly had to go outside.
Apparently someone (who shall remain nameless) fell asleep and didn't let her out before bed last night.

Punk misses Mr. Miller.
(Mama Milly misses them both)...
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Miss Milly.

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Below are Miller and Punk, picking squash a few days ago.
Milly ("Houdini") was on a leash as I wasn't about to have her disappearing on me as she usually does.

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Punk and Miller-
...fighting over the best one!

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Miller won!

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I am sure you are wondering how Casey is...

She had to do a 24 hour urine collection (Not sure what they are looking for). It was done at 2 yesterday afternoon, and apparently the results will take some time.

Her counts were back to normal again yesterday morning.
But such pain!

The nice lady doctor (hospitalist) was off, and now Casey has Dr. Hujuet. (sp). He has assured me he will be there all week. (damn).
He is more than a bit (way too much for me) opinionated and smug. And I wish he wasn't as 2 faced as he is.
I would not make that statement if I hadn't seen that arrogance on more than one occasion either.

(CLICK HERE for what she'd experienced under his 'watch' in March).

And for what she went through the day after that-
The feelings and her own words then,
so accurately reflecting her diminished spirit now.
CLICK PLEASE.
This doctor had told her that she was to eat a full menu, and to force herself to eat.
So she ordered food.
We picked her off the bathroom floor.
Twice.
That bastard of a doctor to do this to her after she was on ICE CHIPS?

They took over 20 minutes to respond to her light being on, while she dry heaved on the floor of the bathroom, unable to walk, or even to move.

Yes, I marched right down to the nurses staition after she got a bolus of zofran for her nausea.
AND I FRICKIN DEMANDED THAT THEY CALL DR HUJUET AND GET HIM ON THE PHONE FOR ME.
I then demanded a new amylase and lipase count.
He thought meybe they should do that.
WHAT?
Of course they should.
(And wouldn't you know, her counts had more than doubled in those few minutes)?
I am very very very angry...
Why the hell put her through such pain???
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Roberta came to visit Casey yesterday.
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We walked outside with the Punkster for a bit.

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And then back up to the room where Greg's best friend Buck was visiting Casey.

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Sassy guy
He is most certainly making fun of that nurse...
(The one I'd thrown out 3 days ago)...

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And high time for me to get home too.

Freddie Bartz was here to pump out the septic tank.
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Everybody knows Fred Bartz.
(Now you do too).


He is one of our local icons-
Always a smile too.
Loves his wife.
Loves his kids.
And works 2 fulltime jobs.

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So now my septic is done for another year.
Thank you Fred.

I'd better close for today and get in the shower. Casey will be calling soon.

Love to all
Keep those thoughts and prayers coming!

XOXO
Anne
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PS
 
Oh, and Fred told me such an awful story that happened to him last week.

His daughters car had broken down on HY 47-
(Near to Appleton, about 40 miles away).

She had called him and asked for his help.

So he took his wife and they went to pick her up; to get the car towed and repaired- and she was back on the road...

Coming through Appleton, Fred saw that the gas prices were a bit lower than they are in Green Bay.
(Not sure why this is, but it's always like that).

He didn't need much gas, but heck, a penny saved is still a penny. So he topped off his tank.

He and his wife go in to pay.
There is one man in line before them when a guy comes in behind them, literally pushing them out of the way.
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WTH?

The guy also pushes the man in front of them.
He yanks both a bag and a gun out of his pockets and tells the cashier to put all of her money inn the bag.

She does as he asks.

The robber then turns to the first guy in line, points his gun and asks, "Did you see me rob this gas station?"
The man replies yes.

And the robber shoots him!

(OMG, and right in front of Fred and Marjorie)!
He then turns to Fred, and asks him "Did you see me rob this gas station?"
Fred was looking at the guy on the floor, then replied. "No, but my wife did."
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Yeah, well, ya gotta know Fred...

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Oroginally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday October 14, 2008 - 08:05am (CDT)