Yes, I have lost my voice as this country has lost its collective mind. Agent Orange, aka the Orange Ogre, has taken over. And I am scared. And I am not doing too well in accepting this new reality. What I have done is join the ACLU. I sent money to Planned Parenthood in honor of that great egalitarian Mike Pence. I have retained my membership in the local Democratic Party. Save for these actions I have been in a stupor. I still can't believe how stupid this country is to elect someone who hasn't taken a basic civics course and doesn't know the meaning of the word nepotism. But he probably knows depotism.
And most of all I am scared of that anti-Semite Steve Bannon, who the Orange Ogre has made his senior adviser. I am scared for all the Jews, Muslims, Latinos, African Americans, LGBT community...basically all Americans who comprise the diversity this truly is this country and not the hatred of the banal citizenry who have spoken. Fully 50% of Americans didn't vote in this election. Fully more of them voted for Hillary but she lost the electoral college. The electoral college was designed by the framers of the constitution to prevent this type of demagogue from attaining power.
We must remain vigilant in the face of this incipient fascism that is lurking in the shadows. And what, pray tell, happens when the promises of the The Wall and Jobs do not materialize? I suspect the followers will follow others and move more to the right. I am scared.
This country is not a business. It cannot be run on the model of a business.
And just when I think things can't get worse they do. With each new appointment I shudder. Sessions, a racist of the first order, is Attorney General. That's what made me join the ACLU. I don't think the Democrats will grow a pair and oppose the new regime with the full force of the constitution. It is up to organizations like the ACLU, the Southern Poverty Law Center and the media to watchdog and safeguard us. We must use critical thinking and call out the racists, the homophobe, the Islamaphobe, the anti-Semite. But truly we are all targets of a regime that has the impetus towards fascism.
The media, which gave rise to Agent Orange, must make him accountable for his actions and make sure he abides the laws of this country. We must be vigilant and not vigilantes. I am sick unto death. I am scared.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Friday, November 11, 2016
I have been strangely silent
Blame it on sitting shiva for our country as Agent Orange (Thanks Green Tuna) has somehow been elected. In spite, or maybe because of, his racist, homophobic, xenophobic, misogyny and other less than "politically correct" attributes, he managed to get elected by people who wanted an outsider with no political expertise, no restraint (yes, they have re-opened his Twitter account) and a VP who is slightly to the right of, well, everyone. It is no wonder that some have taken to the streets to protest this foolish election. I have been clinically depressed since Tuesday night. In spite of running a positive campaign, winning all the debates, and not grabbing any pussy, Hillary managed to lose to a egotist who really only wanted to prove he could win and now doesn't have a clue as to what to do, other than to make American great again while Pence handles the political agenda. It seems to matter not that Wiki-Leaks and Russian intelligent has tainted our election, with Putin already reaching out to U.S. to establish friendlier ties.
So that said, I cannot bear to watch my beloved MSNBC, Bill Maher and SNL this week. I have on sack cloth and ashes, my mirrors covered. How, I wonder, can so many vote against their own self-interest and elect such a moron? Here is someone who won't raise the minimum wage, will use the old gem of trickle down economics (which is what put us in a recession in the first place, in addition to stupid trickle-down wars) to bolster the wealthy while the middle class continues to get squeezed. Yes, this was a knee jerk reaction to having an African American President. They want to take their country back (all the way to the 1950s it seems), before feminism, before civil rights, before the voting rights act, before marriage equality, before Roe v. Wade. Here we have the genial Mike Pence with his Religious Restoration Act which basically guarantees the right to discriminate based on one's religious bent.
I fear for out nation. It just doesn't make sense to me. How can I make sense of all of this? The Pandora's Box of racism, antisemitism, homophobia and xenophobia has been opened and will not get closed any time soon. I am waiting for the mass deportations, the Muslim ban, THE WALL. Will this shit actually happen? God only knows. And God only knows what the hell will happen in the next four years. This is like the Brexit Vote, where people didn't understand really what they voted for. All they wanted was "change". Wait until the ACA is repealed and the uninsured want their medical insurance back. The damn insurance companies who dropped out of the program because, guess what, profits were down and basically killed the program. No one should make a profit on health care. We need a single payer system, like Medicare, only that ain't gonna happen, but people are going to be clamoring for help. Who will champion the underclass? The Millennials who voted or didn't vote will suffer with more student debt. The great unwashed won a Pyrrhic victory that will be short lived.
I am saddened by all this and can't deal with the truth...that we have elected Agent Orange and he will be just a deadly for the country as the chemical bearing its name. So, those of you who voted your conscience, be careful of what you wish for...you just might get it.
So that said, I cannot bear to watch my beloved MSNBC, Bill Maher and SNL this week. I have on sack cloth and ashes, my mirrors covered. How, I wonder, can so many vote against their own self-interest and elect such a moron? Here is someone who won't raise the minimum wage, will use the old gem of trickle down economics (which is what put us in a recession in the first place, in addition to stupid trickle-down wars) to bolster the wealthy while the middle class continues to get squeezed. Yes, this was a knee jerk reaction to having an African American President. They want to take their country back (all the way to the 1950s it seems), before feminism, before civil rights, before the voting rights act, before marriage equality, before Roe v. Wade. Here we have the genial Mike Pence with his Religious Restoration Act which basically guarantees the right to discriminate based on one's religious bent.
I fear for out nation. It just doesn't make sense to me. How can I make sense of all of this? The Pandora's Box of racism, antisemitism, homophobia and xenophobia has been opened and will not get closed any time soon. I am waiting for the mass deportations, the Muslim ban, THE WALL. Will this shit actually happen? God only knows. And God only knows what the hell will happen in the next four years. This is like the Brexit Vote, where people didn't understand really what they voted for. All they wanted was "change". Wait until the ACA is repealed and the uninsured want their medical insurance back. The damn insurance companies who dropped out of the program because, guess what, profits were down and basically killed the program. No one should make a profit on health care. We need a single payer system, like Medicare, only that ain't gonna happen, but people are going to be clamoring for help. Who will champion the underclass? The Millennials who voted or didn't vote will suffer with more student debt. The great unwashed won a Pyrrhic victory that will be short lived.
I am saddened by all this and can't deal with the truth...that we have elected Agent Orange and he will be just a deadly for the country as the chemical bearing its name. So, those of you who voted your conscience, be careful of what you wish for...you just might get it.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Bored, bored, bored
I am sported out and politicked out. Bored. Nothing is really on, SNL is a repeat and the cats have taken to sleep. I am kinda off my feed, satisfying myself on popcorn and Cokes all day. Just that nothing sounded good for dinner and I am sure Sophie will take me to task for my poor appetite.
I just had to give up my symphony tickets again as I realized I had a commitment to my synagogue to do an acoustic service. We are rehearsing this week, the cantorial student, the Old Duffer and me. Old Duffer wants me to play louder , essentially to drown him out so he can appear to be playing but have me cover for him. I am hoping the cantorial student will get Old Duffer to slow down on some of the songs of the service. He just rushes through things and has no sense of time or melody as even I can read music better than he. And then there is the issue of him not being able to hear well enough to turn his guitar, even with a Snark Tuning gizmo. I committed to this service so no symphony for me.
Simcha Cat is doing very well. His last set of blood work and urinalysis came back normal and since he has been off medication he has been perkier. And even brother Yankel is treating him better. We are all digging in for winter. Lawn furniture and hoses are in the garage. The last of the flowers has bloomed and withered.
As for me I continue my healing process. I can walk pretty well without the cane but when I am out in public I need to use it to keep me stable. I am walking more and more. And after two weeks am getting a little bored with work. See, aside from the fact that I was in pain, I did come to like being off of work,without an alarm clock to rouse me in the morning. I could see being retired. And especially after I was more mobile and could go out for breakfasts or lunches with friends I really enjoyed being off. Of course I had no money coming in but at least I preserved my vacation time. Oh, well.
Tomorrow I am going with a friend to my first Spartan Spectacular Halloween is Monday. I have an appointment with the hand doctor on Monday to get injections for my various and sundry trigger fingers. Seems I have a doctor for every body part. The injections I have been giving myself for the osteoporosis aren't as bad as I anticipated them being. In fact they are downright easy to administer. And I think I have multiple conflicting doctor appointments on the 18th of November.
November!!! Geez, another year come and going. Another year of fractures, and another summer spent indisposed. Simcha was my unofficial doctor when I returned from the hospital the first time this summer, never leaving my side for the first week I was home. Now as we prepare for winter they are all sleeping in the big bed with me. Cheek by jowl all snuggled together.
Okay I really have a bone to pick with a barely a cousin person. Seems she is the Michigan co-chair for Trump and I am embarrassed. A closer cousin sent me the article from the Jewish News and I quickly read it, rolled it into a ball which the cats then sent to the confines of the litter box. The article, which she wrote, trivialized the process of "coming out"... as a Republican. If she listened to Trump and all the dog whistle terms he uses to defame Jews she might not be so supportive. But you know, you gotta beware of the great Jewish Communist International Bankers who are destroying the world through their media. I have heard it and seen it before and it is just antisemitism in wolf's clothing. She should be ashamed, but she did the courageous act of coming out as a Republican and that was so hard for a woman of her wealth and standing in the community. Money attracts Republicans and Republicans attract money. Yep, that must have been hard to come out as a Republican. What I can't figure out is how the people that support Trump who are working class, somehow consider him to be their champion, once again voting against their own best interests. I just don't understand. Even the Soul Sucker has been making overtures to some Democratic friends that what we need is change. I tried to warn these Dems that she would do this but she was talking a good game. I wonder how deep a rift this will cause amongst them and their little bowling league. Maybe Jack will even come out of hiding and rear her ugly head.
Anyway, I digress, as I often do. Maybe I can find something wholesome to eat in the kitchen other than sucking on another Coke. It could happen...and Bob's your uncle.
I just had to give up my symphony tickets again as I realized I had a commitment to my synagogue to do an acoustic service. We are rehearsing this week, the cantorial student, the Old Duffer and me. Old Duffer wants me to play louder , essentially to drown him out so he can appear to be playing but have me cover for him. I am hoping the cantorial student will get Old Duffer to slow down on some of the songs of the service. He just rushes through things and has no sense of time or melody as even I can read music better than he. And then there is the issue of him not being able to hear well enough to turn his guitar, even with a Snark Tuning gizmo. I committed to this service so no symphony for me.
Simcha Cat is doing very well. His last set of blood work and urinalysis came back normal and since he has been off medication he has been perkier. And even brother Yankel is treating him better. We are all digging in for winter. Lawn furniture and hoses are in the garage. The last of the flowers has bloomed and withered.
As for me I continue my healing process. I can walk pretty well without the cane but when I am out in public I need to use it to keep me stable. I am walking more and more. And after two weeks am getting a little bored with work. See, aside from the fact that I was in pain, I did come to like being off of work,without an alarm clock to rouse me in the morning. I could see being retired. And especially after I was more mobile and could go out for breakfasts or lunches with friends I really enjoyed being off. Of course I had no money coming in but at least I preserved my vacation time. Oh, well.
Tomorrow I am going with a friend to my first Spartan Spectacular Halloween is Monday. I have an appointment with the hand doctor on Monday to get injections for my various and sundry trigger fingers. Seems I have a doctor for every body part. The injections I have been giving myself for the osteoporosis aren't as bad as I anticipated them being. In fact they are downright easy to administer. And I think I have multiple conflicting doctor appointments on the 18th of November.
November!!! Geez, another year come and going. Another year of fractures, and another summer spent indisposed. Simcha was my unofficial doctor when I returned from the hospital the first time this summer, never leaving my side for the first week I was home. Now as we prepare for winter they are all sleeping in the big bed with me. Cheek by jowl all snuggled together.
Okay I really have a bone to pick with a barely a cousin person. Seems she is the Michigan co-chair for Trump and I am embarrassed. A closer cousin sent me the article from the Jewish News and I quickly read it, rolled it into a ball which the cats then sent to the confines of the litter box. The article, which she wrote, trivialized the process of "coming out"... as a Republican. If she listened to Trump and all the dog whistle terms he uses to defame Jews she might not be so supportive. But you know, you gotta beware of the great Jewish Communist International Bankers who are destroying the world through their media. I have heard it and seen it before and it is just antisemitism in wolf's clothing. She should be ashamed, but she did the courageous act of coming out as a Republican and that was so hard for a woman of her wealth and standing in the community. Money attracts Republicans and Republicans attract money. Yep, that must have been hard to come out as a Republican. What I can't figure out is how the people that support Trump who are working class, somehow consider him to be their champion, once again voting against their own best interests. I just don't understand. Even the Soul Sucker has been making overtures to some Democratic friends that what we need is change. I tried to warn these Dems that she would do this but she was talking a good game. I wonder how deep a rift this will cause amongst them and their little bowling league. Maybe Jack will even come out of hiding and rear her ugly head.
Anyway, I digress, as I often do. Maybe I can find something wholesome to eat in the kitchen other than sucking on another Coke. It could happen...and Bob's your uncle.
Friday, October 21, 2016
I'm back............
I have finally returned to work this past Monday to the hoots and hollers of the throng. And I have successfully made it to the end of the week. This weekend is the open mic night I organized at KI, my little synagogue on the prairie, or more to the point Forest Road. Starts at 7 and anyone can come and be part of the festivities. Come and hear me play and sing nontraditional songs of heartache and moving on. Starts at 7 and if you are interested contact me and I will hand out directions. Dessert to follow so it should be a great evening. My co-organizer, Karen, had major back surgery in April and we are like the Gimp Sisters with our canes. She is turning 70 and I had a strange thought, i.e., why is this grown up woman even conversing with me, much less playing music together? And then I realized I am only eight years out and even though I rarely feel grown up I am about as close to that as I can get. Anyway, the Old Duffer and I are playing three songs which I would like to winnow down to two as he goes on quite a bit. Ending the evening will be an ensemble performing Ashokan Farewell, with me on my Martin guitar making sweet music. Before dessert I will perform my classic hit "I got some place to go" and that will segue into dessert. And, my goodness, the desserts are always phenomenal so that alone is worth the price of admission, which is free. And, truly, yes, friends and families are most welcome. KI Synagogue (Kehillat Israel) is the most welcoming of venues. Aunt Marilyn is always so grateful that I affiliated. I occasionally go to services, especially when I am playing when it is kinda mandatory. Next Friday service I am playing for is in two weeks.
This Saturday's performance will open with the Havdalah and I am playing on this as part of the ensemble. We have a young widow who has two kids and is studying to be a cantor singing lead on the Havdalah. It is a beautiful way to end the Sabbath. And then on to the music and jokes of the evening. Mrs. Post will kick us off with her telling of jokes, which is expected to be a hoot as she is older than God with a bawdy sense of humor. Some of those old Yiddish jokes get pretty racy. I remember growing up (yes I in fact do remember that) in Detroit with the aunts and uncles telling jokes in English and, because the punchline were so filthy, they would revert to Yiddish so us kids never knew, until years later, what bawdiness we were missing.
So that is what awaits the weekend. Tonight, Master Simcha goes in to the vet clinic urine test for which he has spent the better part of the night studying. Seems they found some E. coli in his initial urinalysis and they want to be sure he doesn't have a UTI. I need to order more of his special food. He loves the canned food, even cold from the fridge. And he is so easy to pill. Just shove it down his throat and he is ready for a treat. Meanwhile the in-fighting continues, with much hissing and fur flying. No, it wasn't just the debate that put them in a foul mood. The mood continues. And speaking of debate, did you happen to catch the Donald at the Alfred Smith Dinner being booed for his "humorous" remarks. Booed I tell you. Never before has that happened that a speaker had been booed. Hillary was a little stiff but she was sincere and did her best to tell a joke. No boos for her. My gosh it was like watching a car accident in slow motion with the Trumpster. Awkward.
So, here's the deal. Monday was a very hard first day. I went home and slept for four hours, got up and ate and then when to bed. Tuesday was better. I had to finish working on the program for the open mic night and was able to finish it up on the cloud. Gotta love that cloud. Wednesday and Thursday I have spent practicing and rehearsing with others for Saturday. Today is the great cat adventure. No rest for the weary until Sunday, when I hope to have some help with straightening up the music room. Maybe laundry. Do some home automation with my Amazon Echo and Dots and hook up the sound bar. Monday it all starts again, work that is.
All I can say is I can't wait until retirement. It will be nice to have unlimited time off, money coming in and the wherewithal to move and socialize without too much pain. Let's see if I can do another three years.
This Saturday's performance will open with the Havdalah and I am playing on this as part of the ensemble. We have a young widow who has two kids and is studying to be a cantor singing lead on the Havdalah. It is a beautiful way to end the Sabbath. And then on to the music and jokes of the evening. Mrs. Post will kick us off with her telling of jokes, which is expected to be a hoot as she is older than God with a bawdy sense of humor. Some of those old Yiddish jokes get pretty racy. I remember growing up (yes I in fact do remember that) in Detroit with the aunts and uncles telling jokes in English and, because the punchline were so filthy, they would revert to Yiddish so us kids never knew, until years later, what bawdiness we were missing.
So that is what awaits the weekend. Tonight, Master Simcha goes in to the vet clinic urine test for which he has spent the better part of the night studying. Seems they found some E. coli in his initial urinalysis and they want to be sure he doesn't have a UTI. I need to order more of his special food. He loves the canned food, even cold from the fridge. And he is so easy to pill. Just shove it down his throat and he is ready for a treat. Meanwhile the in-fighting continues, with much hissing and fur flying. No, it wasn't just the debate that put them in a foul mood. The mood continues. And speaking of debate, did you happen to catch the Donald at the Alfred Smith Dinner being booed for his "humorous" remarks. Booed I tell you. Never before has that happened that a speaker had been booed. Hillary was a little stiff but she was sincere and did her best to tell a joke. No boos for her. My gosh it was like watching a car accident in slow motion with the Trumpster. Awkward.
So, here's the deal. Monday was a very hard first day. I went home and slept for four hours, got up and ate and then when to bed. Tuesday was better. I had to finish working on the program for the open mic night and was able to finish it up on the cloud. Gotta love that cloud. Wednesday and Thursday I have spent practicing and rehearsing with others for Saturday. Today is the great cat adventure. No rest for the weary until Sunday, when I hope to have some help with straightening up the music room. Maybe laundry. Do some home automation with my Amazon Echo and Dots and hook up the sound bar. Monday it all starts again, work that is.
All I can say is I can't wait until retirement. It will be nice to have unlimited time off, money coming in and the wherewithal to move and socialize without too much pain. Let's see if I can do another three years.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Greetings and salutations
Hello, Maude, it's me. It is also Yom Kippur and I have hours ago returned from Kol Nidre services and the start of the fast. Once again I am unable to sleep. Gonif is roaming the house with me while the Bickersons, a.k.a Yankel and Simcha, are sleeping contently on the sofa. When Mr.Simcha returned from MSU vet clinic Yankel was a hissing, growling mess of cat. A friend suggested I rub Simcha with an article of clothing I had recently worn and lo and behold the hissing stopped and they are merely antagonistic towards one another, sleeping on the couch not two feet from one another. Simcha is doing quite well since his ordeal. Poor guy had his front paws shaved to put in IVs and his butt shaved to facilitate the insertion of a catheter, which I imagine was akin to threading a very small needle. Simcha had a urinary tract blockage and many millions of dollars later returned home as the prodigal son, shaved butt and all. I was very worried about him as he was hospitalized from Thursday to the following Monday. He was so glad to be home he wouldn't leave my side for two days. I myself tried to sleep in the bed but failed miserably. So another night up all night.
I was given my return to work paperwork today. Monday I return to the Library. I suspect I will be up all night Sunday, as is my habit the nigh before I return to school, er, work. The good doctor with the barely pronounceable name gave me another prescription for pain meds. It hurts to stand and it hurts to walk. I just hurt. And maybe that is part of the sleep issue.
Back to Simcha. He is awake and it is time to pill him. He is super easy to pill, which has been a pleasant surprise. As long as the pill is followed by a treat he is good with that. I don't think anyone has had the new prescription food, other than a few scarf and barfs. They are all getting wet food which pleases them to no end.
I am hooked on MSNBC and have populated my Face Book page with liberal politics, and because they are public I have been flak catching from the Trump people; people who are convinced that Trump will win or there will be a civil war with the blood of liberals running in the street. Sophie's stupid grandson, T.R.has found my page and spews the most hateful garbage. I don't block people, let them rant. I am certain the Soul Sucker will vote for Trump, if she actually takes the time to vote. She would not vote for Obama the first time as she "knew" he would be assasinated. She didn't vote for him the second time as the line was too long. One hopes the Trumpians will turn away from the polls because of long lines.
Well, Simcha is being needy. He is clinging to me making it difficult to write so I have offered up treats. Noms as it were. So needy Simcha, Puking Gonif and hissing Yankel are all partaking in treats. Probably the most solid food they have eaten in a few days. Me, I shan't be eating any time soon, easy fast being Yom Kippur.
I am very proud of myself for figuring out the various tools I have added to automate the house. I can voice activate my lights. Next will be the TV and sound system. But most proud was the removing an old email from my list so that I could transfer it to this machine. God, I am going to be insufferable.
So back to work on the 17th. I am hoping I can get some therapy in soon. Don't know if I would be able to walk to a session but maybe a phone session. Or not at all. I have weathered this storm very well and am feeling psychically strong. I am bringing in treats on Monday...so as to herald my return. I will be returning within the twelve week period of my FMLA and my job is secure, although I will be doing some nonsense work that bores me terrifically. No more than an hour a day, I posit.
I am rambling on my new toy. My smaller laptop has been used in my business and is sold so I opted to get a bigger machine, which came today and was paid for by the proceeds from Capitol City Informatics. Money in out. My first profit. I am feeling confident and not in the least tired. Off to watch more MSNBC and maybe try CNN. Fox, I think not. I wonder, aloud, if Trump has such respect for women why is has Roger the Pig Ailes on his team, the Ailes who left Fox in a cloud of sexual harassment suits. Just the thing to bolster your brand with solid block of women behind you.
Well, the boys are all asleep. May be time to join them, or at least try. See you all Monday.
I was given my return to work paperwork today. Monday I return to the Library. I suspect I will be up all night Sunday, as is my habit the nigh before I return to school, er, work. The good doctor with the barely pronounceable name gave me another prescription for pain meds. It hurts to stand and it hurts to walk. I just hurt. And maybe that is part of the sleep issue.
Back to Simcha. He is awake and it is time to pill him. He is super easy to pill, which has been a pleasant surprise. As long as the pill is followed by a treat he is good with that. I don't think anyone has had the new prescription food, other than a few scarf and barfs. They are all getting wet food which pleases them to no end.
I am hooked on MSNBC and have populated my Face Book page with liberal politics, and because they are public I have been flak catching from the Trump people; people who are convinced that Trump will win or there will be a civil war with the blood of liberals running in the street. Sophie's stupid grandson, T.R.has found my page and spews the most hateful garbage. I don't block people, let them rant. I am certain the Soul Sucker will vote for Trump, if she actually takes the time to vote. She would not vote for Obama the first time as she "knew" he would be assasinated. She didn't vote for him the second time as the line was too long. One hopes the Trumpians will turn away from the polls because of long lines.
Well, Simcha is being needy. He is clinging to me making it difficult to write so I have offered up treats. Noms as it were. So needy Simcha, Puking Gonif and hissing Yankel are all partaking in treats. Probably the most solid food they have eaten in a few days. Me, I shan't be eating any time soon, easy fast being Yom Kippur.
I am very proud of myself for figuring out the various tools I have added to automate the house. I can voice activate my lights. Next will be the TV and sound system. But most proud was the removing an old email from my list so that I could transfer it to this machine. God, I am going to be insufferable.
So back to work on the 17th. I am hoping I can get some therapy in soon. Don't know if I would be able to walk to a session but maybe a phone session. Or not at all. I have weathered this storm very well and am feeling psychically strong. I am bringing in treats on Monday...so as to herald my return. I will be returning within the twelve week period of my FMLA and my job is secure, although I will be doing some nonsense work that bores me terrifically. No more than an hour a day, I posit.
I am rambling on my new toy. My smaller laptop has been used in my business and is sold so I opted to get a bigger machine, which came today and was paid for by the proceeds from Capitol City Informatics. Money in out. My first profit. I am feeling confident and not in the least tired. Off to watch more MSNBC and maybe try CNN. Fox, I think not. I wonder, aloud, if Trump has such respect for women why is has Roger the Pig Ailes on his team, the Ailes who left Fox in a cloud of sexual harassment suits. Just the thing to bolster your brand with solid block of women behind you.
Well, the boys are all asleep. May be time to join them, or at least try. See you all Monday.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Been gone too long
Well, darlings, for those of you watching this space for activity, tonight you shall not be disappointed. My bionic self is back, albeit with her celestial cane and a pronounced limp (how does one limp with both legs?) (Badly) I am like a Weeble: I wobble but I don't fall down. Yes, I am two weeks into physical therapy, which has gone from using a walker, to a cane, to some walking around the house without the cane. Today I took to the streets and walked a walk in the neighborhood. My aim is to return to work the 17th of the month *that being October* and after the High Holy Days (Shanah Tovah). I see the doctor on the 11th and should be cleared to return to work the following week, well within the twelve week limit of FMLA guarantee of my old job back. As of yet I have not heard hide nor hare from management regards my position. My supervisor, and I being her only supervisee, has yet to respond to my many emails. So I have no clue as to what will await me when I return. It better not be to a position that does not befit my stature of a long time employee in good standing (according to my evaluations anyway). I even went as far as to contact the union to see if they could elicit a response from the ever reclusive supervisor. Nothing, nada, zilch. So a magical mystery tour awaits me I am certain.
So, I have been doing very little other than watching MSNBC all day and getting political overload and am in a constant dread of Drumpf. Whilst I watch the TandV I do my stretches and exercises and motate about the house. As I mentioned I walked the neighborhood today in hopes of seeing how far I fair with me and the cane. See, my desk is the farthest removed from the ladies room and I don't want to return to work without knowing I can make it that far and back in a reasonable amount of time. That is goal one. Every day I will walk and every day I will walk farther. Not the five miles plus a day I was walking prior to the multiple fractures, but a peace. I have resumed cooking my own meals after members of the synagogue, KI, were bringing me meals on a regular basis. That and the pizzas kept me going. I have resumed playing the guitar with the Old Duffer and will be ready for open mike night at the synagogue on October 22nd (y'all come!). Additionally I have finally resumed sleeping in bed as opposed to the sofa. Yankel Cat had thoroughly deposited copious amounts of gray fur on the bed so I had to get well enough to change the bed so I could sleep in it without coughing up fur balls. Success!!!
So, for all the kindness that has been shown to me by all my good friends, and you are indeed good to me, thank you. Thanks for the cards and emails. And thanks for all the good visits. A special thanks to Sophie, Phyllis and Percy, as well as trusty JB who takes me to PT thrice a week.
So, I have been doing very little other than watching MSNBC all day and getting political overload and am in a constant dread of Drumpf. Whilst I watch the TandV I do my stretches and exercises and motate about the house. As I mentioned I walked the neighborhood today in hopes of seeing how far I fair with me and the cane. See, my desk is the farthest removed from the ladies room and I don't want to return to work without knowing I can make it that far and back in a reasonable amount of time. That is goal one. Every day I will walk and every day I will walk farther. Not the five miles plus a day I was walking prior to the multiple fractures, but a peace. I have resumed cooking my own meals after members of the synagogue, KI, were bringing me meals on a regular basis. That and the pizzas kept me going. I have resumed playing the guitar with the Old Duffer and will be ready for open mike night at the synagogue on October 22nd (y'all come!). Additionally I have finally resumed sleeping in bed as opposed to the sofa. Yankel Cat had thoroughly deposited copious amounts of gray fur on the bed so I had to get well enough to change the bed so I could sleep in it without coughing up fur balls. Success!!!
So, for all the kindness that has been shown to me by all my good friends, and you are indeed good to me, thank you. Thanks for the cards and emails. And thanks for all the good visits. A special thanks to Sophie, Phyllis and Percy, as well as trusty JB who takes me to PT thrice a week.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Long time gone
Well, dearests, I have been gone too long. Seems I have in the course of a month broken both my femurs, both of which required surgical repairs one on the 6th of August the other on the 31st of the month. So now I is bionic. I have a metal rod in each leg from the hip to the knee. But, dearests, I have progressed significantly and have started physical therapy which is teaching me how to walk without the aid of a walker. I am basically unable to sit in a chair for more than a few minutes so I write to you on my trusty iPad. So pardon my typos and the occasional superfluous commas.
I have been confined to the house basically since the first week of August. I was certain. I had a stress fracture as early as the 1st of that month, something that would only show on an MRI, which neither the ER at one local hospital would perform and another doctor refused to order. So on the 4th I was on the phone to Sophie as I laid on the couch, only to,utter those famous words. "Oh, my God, the fucker just broke' to which Sophie replied "call 911". Which I did. The paramedics were unable to get the stretcher in the house so they carried me out in a sling to a waiting ambulance. Off to the hospital was I. I was admitted and doped up for a day and a half until that Saturday when they performed surgery. I was hallucinating wildly, as one is wont to do when one is doped up. Something about Hillary breathing for me while the Donald offered me free air. And just as they were about to put me under I uttered my catchphrase "I think I am Hallucinating". And that elicited collected laughs from all assemble. In fact my remark was so memorable the doctor repeated it to me the next day when he checked in on me.
So surgery Saturday and home on Monday with visiting nurses and in home physical therapy. The cats were glad to see me and Simcha would not leave my side for days. Back to the hospital for another surgery, this time admitted on the 31st of August and released the next day. I have since had my stitches out and have started more intense physical therapy. Four weeks worth. I am going without pay as I don't wish to deplete my vacation time and even if I did I would still be out of time. My original FMLA paperwork said I could return to work 21st of December but right now I am thinking it may be more like the 17th of October.
My supervisor, and you know who you are, has not had the decency to respond to any of my emails or voicemails. And to be honest that is very hurtful. At this juncture I know I will go back to work but I don't know in what capacity. And if I can't return to authorities and my supervisor continues to be distant and aloof I may be forced into early retirement. Hell, the head of Tech Services sent me a get well card but I have heard naught from the good doctor. Yes, very hurtful, and very angst producing.
Okay, so tomorrow I have PT for an hour then meet with my financial guy to see what my financial options are to get through this financially troubled time. I'd feel better if my supervisor would deign to answer one of my emails, the one in which I asked how work was going. Like I say I have no idea of what is going on in terms of my job but I am anxious. And even if I return I dint think I will have any type of relationship with her but merely polite.
Yes, angst is a good term for how I am feeling. Also achy and easy for bed. It has been a long day of nothing but exercises, Law and Order reruns and HSN. PT manana and maybe I can coax JB into taking me shopping Thursday. That would be the highlight of he last two months.
But really should I complain? Not a day has gone by hat some friend hasn't dropped by or called, brought me meals and done my laundry. I am truly blessed with great friends. Angst notwithstanding I am in good spirits and healing nicely. October 17th is my goal to return to the land of a paycheck...excelsior!!!
I have been confined to the house basically since the first week of August. I was certain. I had a stress fracture as early as the 1st of that month, something that would only show on an MRI, which neither the ER at one local hospital would perform and another doctor refused to order. So on the 4th I was on the phone to Sophie as I laid on the couch, only to,utter those famous words. "Oh, my God, the fucker just broke' to which Sophie replied "call 911". Which I did. The paramedics were unable to get the stretcher in the house so they carried me out in a sling to a waiting ambulance. Off to the hospital was I. I was admitted and doped up for a day and a half until that Saturday when they performed surgery. I was hallucinating wildly, as one is wont to do when one is doped up. Something about Hillary breathing for me while the Donald offered me free air. And just as they were about to put me under I uttered my catchphrase "I think I am Hallucinating". And that elicited collected laughs from all assemble. In fact my remark was so memorable the doctor repeated it to me the next day when he checked in on me.
So surgery Saturday and home on Monday with visiting nurses and in home physical therapy. The cats were glad to see me and Simcha would not leave my side for days. Back to the hospital for another surgery, this time admitted on the 31st of August and released the next day. I have since had my stitches out and have started more intense physical therapy. Four weeks worth. I am going without pay as I don't wish to deplete my vacation time and even if I did I would still be out of time. My original FMLA paperwork said I could return to work 21st of December but right now I am thinking it may be more like the 17th of October.
My supervisor, and you know who you are, has not had the decency to respond to any of my emails or voicemails. And to be honest that is very hurtful. At this juncture I know I will go back to work but I don't know in what capacity. And if I can't return to authorities and my supervisor continues to be distant and aloof I may be forced into early retirement. Hell, the head of Tech Services sent me a get well card but I have heard naught from the good doctor. Yes, very hurtful, and very angst producing.
Okay, so tomorrow I have PT for an hour then meet with my financial guy to see what my financial options are to get through this financially troubled time. I'd feel better if my supervisor would deign to answer one of my emails, the one in which I asked how work was going. Like I say I have no idea of what is going on in terms of my job but I am anxious. And even if I return I dint think I will have any type of relationship with her but merely polite.
Yes, angst is a good term for how I am feeling. Also achy and easy for bed. It has been a long day of nothing but exercises, Law and Order reruns and HSN. PT manana and maybe I can coax JB into taking me shopping Thursday. That would be the highlight of he last two months.
But really should I complain? Not a day has gone by hat some friend hasn't dropped by or called, brought me meals and done my laundry. I am truly blessed with great friends. Angst notwithstanding I am in good spirits and healing nicely. October 17th is my goal to return to the land of a paycheck...excelsior!!!
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