Sunday, July 9, 2017

Country cat, city cat.

Took the dogs for our evening walk. Car turns down the road so the dogs and I move to the side of the road. I glance behind me to see Gandalf, Colt, Alice and Possum slowly move to either side of the road also. The car stops next to me and the window rolls down, the woman driver glances around and says "farm cats?" You don't know how friggin tempted I was to say "No, they're city cats in a survivalist training class".

Time flies

I can't believe it's been two years since I last posted. I have been remiss. 
The puppy is now a 75# bundle of furry love.
Had him dna tested, he is Beagle, German Shepherd, Lab, with some unknown hound mix tossed in.
He's tried to kill me twice since I got him. Once he knocked me down a flight of stairs (luckily just bruises), and once he yanked me down the side of the ditch (tore the knee that time) 
It's been two years since I quit smoking. (I quit shortly after I got Sal)
I only see the Clock-Maker once a year now, which is a good thing. 
I will try to post more often, but life has a way of getting in the way. 
I hope you all are well.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Tucker with new puppy Sal

The house was pretty much trashed once they were done, but it was worth seeing Tucker, the chocolate Lab, initiating play with the new puppy, after 3 weeks of wondering if he would take his head off. Stanley, the yellow Lab, had no issues adjusting to the new puppy.

Tucker and Sal (this will take you to a facebook video of the two wrestling)

Here are a few stills of the new puppy.

Now, if I could just teach them to wipe their paws, before coming in from outside, and pick up everything they shred....

Friday, January 16, 2015

Sticker Shock

I figured I would share some sticker shock with y'all.

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I wonder if this is a post surgical stress test, or what!

Insurance paid a total of $55,058.68 out of a total billed of $82,277.65. 
The rest was considered insurance discounts or ineligible.
By the way, my total cost out of that whole thing was $2750.
Thank God for insurance.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

About time

I read this post today, and felt an immediate need to not only share the link, but do an in-depth comment. He hit the nail so squarely on the head, I am surprised it didn't explode.

Those are emotionally fragile Miranda walkers. Because anything you say "can, and will be used against you." Political correctness has crippled this society. People need to not only grow up (mature), but get a backbone also. They need to stop dispensing Prozac as a "cure", and start pushing therapy, so people learn to deal with unpleasant situations, not just cover them up with false feelings of happiness. Now, I realize there are people out there, who truly have lived through something so traumatic they require extra help in the form of a prescription, but this should be a temporary measure, not a lifelong fix. We have created a massive zombie society. They can't handle anything that might hurt their little feelings. If it bothers them in the slightest they need drugs to make it all better. On top of that, they demand new laws to stop whatever word/situation caused them such emotional harm. Then come the lawsuits.  Our courts are being inundated with frivolous lawsuits. And hate crime enhancers, because this whole everyone is created equal is just a load of nonsense to some. Time to put on your big-boy pants America.

By the way, if my comment offends you in anyway........... deal with it.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Back to work

Monday was my first night back to work after the stent placement. I followed most of the doctor's orders. Didn't drive for 24 hours, no heavy lifting for the first week. I also neglected to see the no pulling/pushing for 2 weeks. And they specified stuff like raking, vacuuming etc. Whooooooooooooops. I had to run my old machine Monday night, which consists of pulling apart bales of material and putting it on the conveyor belt. Tuesday morning rolled around, and 5200 pounds of material later, needless to say I was a bit sore. (ok that might be an understatement, my right shoulder was singing an aria) I figure it was not related to the ticker, since I didn't keel over yet. I'll see how it feels tomorrow. For today, I plan on curling up under a ton of quilts, and sleeping until such time as my body decrees it is time to get up. All phones are turned off. If I don't talk to you later tonight, I hope everyone has a safe New Year's Eve.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Cardiac catheterization

I went in at 6:30am on Monday, Dec. 22nd. Appointment wasn't until 7:30 but I was coming directly from work. I had planned to be lazy Sunday night, but it just isn't in my nature, so of course I showed up dead to the world. 

They get you up to your room, do basic prep, vitals, slap leads all over, and start an IV line. Then you wait until the doc is ready. And wait, and wait, and wait...... (Or in my case sleep, and sleep, and sleep, or at least try to.) My procedure was scheduled for 9:30 am, but due to several things, out of everyone's control, I didn't get into the cath lab until 12:15. 

Once in the lab they make you move onto the cold slab of a table. Hard as a rock, and cold as a freezer. Then they paint you with an iodine wash, turning you into a oompah-loompah. Then they cover you with what they claim are heated blankets. (They could have used a dozen more) This is also when they start the drugs, in my case mild pain killers, and heparin. Time to turn that blood into water. You feel a tiny poke when they freeze the artery where the cath is going in. I was quite surprised how tiny the opening they make is. Less than 1/4 inch. And contrary to what some people say, yes you can feel the cath. Maybe it was the decreased dosage of meds, maybe I am just hypersensitive to what goes on inside my body, who knows. Once the cath is placed the fun starts. They shoot contrast dye into the heart, and it feels like a volcanic eruption from every single orifice of your body. Then the slab moves several times, then it stops and they talk about ivus, and start spouting out locations and numbers. Then the contrast dye comes again, and again the slab starts moving. I lost count after the fourth set of dye, but let me tell you, for someone who gets cold in under 75 degree temps, I would kill to bottle some of that stuff! Occasionally a nurse stops by and asks how you're doing. I was tempted to say a whole lot better if it didn't feel like i was lying in the morgue. You feel a tiggley wiggley when they set the stents. Really no other way to explain that part, sorry. I had two blockages, both at 70%, one of them in what they lovingly refer to as "the WidowMaker". Once they are happy with their work it's time to get the cath out, and try to close the hole in the artery. (Preferably before you bleed to death.) And folks, this is the one point in the procedure that will bring your azz off that table. Especially when they don't give you any warning ahead of time. The clip they used to close it is called a "StarClose" I am including a photo of it, just to see how strong your stomach is.

I can take a lot of pain, but that sumbiotch woke me up. Had they warned me, I could have at least prepared myself a bit. After they are done torturing the crap out of you setting the clip, it's time to go back to the holding cell your room. You lay in there for a few hours, being reminded regularly not to bend your leg. Then it's upstairs to another room, where you lay still for four more hours. (After several hours of being unable to move your leg, you start getting fantastic muscle spasms. Do you realize how hard it is to work one of those babies out when you aren't allowed to actually move the limb? Yeah, it sucks.) Finally seven hours after the procedure is finished they let you get up and try to walk. Just point me to the bathroom, I have to pee like a dayem racehorse! Once everything is to their satisfaction, a discharge nurse comes in and tells you all the do's and don'ts. Don't drive for at least 24 hours, don't lift anything above 10 pounds for 5-6 days, do take the meds they prescribe, and she hands you a stack of booklets on a proper cardiac diet. I didn't bother reminding her that I already have excellent cholesterol levels. I love veges and fruits, and consider salads to be one of the main food groups. 

You are stuck on Plavix for a year, to prevent anything from sticking to the stents while they heal into the artery wall. You also become one of the -aspirin a day for life- members.

I am 47 years old and have heart disease. Eat right, exercise regularly, and it means nothing if bad genetics is stacked against you.
By the way bp was 110/60 before and after, and cholesterol is 150.