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Someone Should Stupid Proof Me...
But you know what they say, they will just make a better stupid.
Have you ever done some many stupid/silly things in one day, you think maybe you should get back in bed and stay there?
I had a day like that last week. Bullet style, because I know you love it:
- took the car in for service about 25 miles away, left my house keys at the dealership
- went back to dealership, got house key, forgot garage door opener and had both dead bolts on the front door
- this means I locked myself out of my house. Twice. In the same day.
- maintenance had to break down my garage door so I could get into my house, which would have been really easy being that I left the back door to leading to the garage open, effectively air conditioning the garage
- picked up photos I had printed from digital pictures. Girl hands them to me and I say "Oh no, I wanted those printed!" (insert incredulous look on her part here)
- I apologized, told her if she would take my money, I would promise never to come back and bother her again.
- I put fish food into my coffee instead of the creamer. (Hey they were right next to each other and no where near the same size....ahem, moving on.)
- finish this off with nearly feeding the dogs chicken marsala left overs for dinner (same size, near each other, NOT)
*image credit to forum.suprbay.org
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Just Take a Handfull of Pills, You'll Be Fine
Allow me to share a story from my favorite pharmacy, Walgreens.
I have oh so many stories I can share about this particular Walgreens like the *encounter of the credit card machine being broken and the cash till being short so they "made up" prices for items.
Yeah, you think that's a good one?
*full story is on Aisle Files
Allow me to share my most recent encounter.
A little back story, I take four medications daily for various things including an inhaler occasionally for when my lungs spontaneously decide to stop working.
Having completed so many credits for a nursing degree (which I don't have, trust me, if I did I would be working as a nurse. It was/is my childhood dream) I know that anytime you take more than 3-5 medications there are likely to be side effects and drug interactions.
Friday I had a follow up visit with the Orthopedic doc who after X-rays said we could take the cast off. Hooray! Huzzah! Can I get a Koom-ba-ya? Serious excitement here folks.
They of course adorned me in a black boot approximately the size of a land yacht. I'm thrilled. Not. Ok, sorta.
Does anyone know what **Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy is? Yeah didn't think so. It's ok, many doctors don't even know and step out of the room to look it up. Its a rare but extremely painful disorder. I developed it after a horrific car accident 8 years ago. Thankfully I have been in remission for four years. I was one of the lucky ones. The suicide rate for this painful disorder is quite high and I have first hand knowledge of why.
**Quick description: imagine standing with your leg in a campfire while someone tries to claw off the skin of that leg at the same time. Yeah, that bad.
The bad news is that after this accident I am starting to have symptoms of the RSD again. The Doc immediately started me on a regimen of medication to try to head this off quickly. This means I am now taking seven different drugs.
That's right, SEVEN.
What do you suppose the likelihood of a drug interaction might be?
Now, I'm not one to gamble, but I'm going to make an educated guess gamble that its pretty high.
So when I got home that night, I called the pharmacy asking them to check that there would not be drug interactions. Here are a few of the responses that the pharmacy tech gave me:
- you need to call poison control
- we don't check for those things
- there is no way for me to check, the computer won't let me
- I am the pharmacist and I know that even with your birth date and social security number the computer won't be able to find you
- we don't give that advice here, we just tell you what the doctor said for us to do
- just trust me, you'll be fine
***photo credit to weblo.com
Can't Open The Door? Use A Window Instead?
Customizing your car seems to be the thing to do in Dallas. I've shown you the Louis Vuitton Civic, the DG car, a Burberry bug, but I could hardly believe it when I saw this a few nights ago.
On the back where it would say "Camry" it says "Dallas" and where it would have letters indicating the trim level, it says "TX". Aside from the paint job, another interesting feature is there are no door handles to open the doors. How does this work?
Ways I Love To Be Shown I Am Loved
- A hug
- A phone call
- Someone saying “lets go for a walk together” even if we walk in silence
- Sitting on a bench with a friend and talking about our days
- Flowers for no reason, store bought, custom delivered, picked yourself or from the guy on the street, it doesn’t matter
- An email just to say I love you and am glad you are in my life
- A package of Rolo’s (terrible for your teeth I know, but I love them) and someone to eat the Rolos with me by sucking on them and making funny noises when we talk
- Taking pictures, especially the silly, no makeup, unplanned ones
- Someone just asking, “How are you doing? REALLY doing?” and just listening to you without trying to fix you
- Watching House and eating veggie pizza
- A surprise new CD when someone heard you say “I LOVE this song!” and it’s a new band
- Being smothered with kisses from the furkids
What ways do you love to be shown you are loved?
A Pisces
I am a Pisces in the truest form that one can be a Pisces.
Sensitive? (Check)
Loves to help others? (Check)
Tender hearted? (Check)
Strange obsession with feet and cantaloupe? (Check)
Loves water and watching fish? (Check)
Here's the other thing about being a Pisces. Our tender little hearts get hurt easily. Someone says something to us that strikes through to the heart and no matter how much, how often or how hard we have practiced the skill of "don't take it so personally" or "just brush it off" we are not always so good at that.
Instead we internalize.
We ruminate.
We analyze from every angle.
Then we over-analyze.
Sometimes we cry a little inside.
And yet there it is, this thing, this being that has taken on a life of its own that we can't get out of our heads.
We truly want to let it go, but it still rings around in the head like a broken record, taunting.
I have become very good at believing everything happens for a reason, everything will just work out the way it should if I just trust the Universe is always taking care of me. I have become much much better at letting comments go. There are still certain things that hurt, that have somehow hit a tender spot of my heart and I think there always will be because somehow that must be part of being human.
How do you not let those things get to you without turning your heart to stone or shredding it into tiny pieces?
How do you let go of things people say to you that have hurt your feelings? Do you have a secret method I should know about?
Remembering
While I didn't live there during the attack, this is the view from my rooftop deck five years later as the tragedy was remembered.
The Things We Made It Through As Kids
After taking a drive down memory lane, or more precisely by the first house I remember living in, I realized something, I'm damn lucky to be alive.
Remember about 30ish years ago?
Yeah, I never wore a seatbelt. There weren't car seats, oh no, we kids weren't too good to go through the front windshield with the rest of the family.
In fact I remember taking long car trips while laying on the shelf in the back window with the kleenex box, waving wildly to the car behind us jamming along to Air Supply. Then my brother would complain so we had to take turns.
There was the very special Mustang my Mom had with the passenger door that would spontaneously fly open. Yes, that was fun, me: seat belted in with her death grip on my little arm. (I know she meant well, and I would have likely done the same thing). That car was soon traded for a Chevy Citation. Citation? Isn't that just like asking to be pulled over and ticketed?
I'm not exactly sure if there were speed limits back then, we lived in such an isolated little town when we first move to Texas. The town was so excited when they finally put in a supermarket. Winn Dixie. Remember those?
I remember on very special occasions where I was allowed to ride in my Dad's lap while we drove the motorcycle around the neighborhood for a block or two. Helmets? Pshawww, who needs a helmet? This behavior was stopped immediately when we came front tire to front bumper with my Mom.
Then there was the time where likely too long had passed since the chimney was swept. A large fire ball flew out into the living room while the front yard was scorched by what could not enter the house. Being terrified, I ran to the bathroom and put a bucket over my head. Looking back, I may have confused tornado protocol with the fire plan.
Speaking of fire plan, we actually had one, although each family member had a slightly different version.
Dad: go meet at streetlamp five houses down
Mom: try to get the cars out of the garage
Me: stand at the mailbox out front, remember my dog inside and try to go back in and get her.
Brother: wander aimlessly until a firefighter asked where he lived.
(Luckily we never had a house fire)
Keep in mind, we didn't even have 911, we were supposed to keep the stickers on the phone for police, fire and ambulance that were sent each year with the Mr Yuck stickers. My mother would not allow these to be placed on the phone because she didn't want the phone to get dirty.
Then the lawyers became a prominent feature across the US landscape and what we never knew could hurt us was then deemed recklessness and dangerous, thus it was banned from that point forward.
What do you remember from your childhood that would never be allowed today?
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