9-6-09...EARLY MORNING
I don't do well with Mornings any more. After so many years of alarm clocks, jumping up, and getting out for a job I've had it with early mornings. So if you want to make an appointment with me its gotta' be late morning or afternoon. Well Dr's don't go along with that. They want things such as blood tests or any other procedure done at daybreak or sooner.
Last Monday I had to be at the Hospital early for a "simple' procedure. Ha! I would have liked to rub that Dr's. face in his procedure all night long the night before. I'll show him simple!!!
Before finally getting in bed at 2 AM I had to set my alarm clock for 5:30 AM. I hate them darned alarm clocks with a purple passion. When that alarm went off it scared the stuffins' outta' me. Sounded just like a space ship in one of those goofy movies. First I covered up my head to try and shut the noise out but it just seemed to get louder. By then I knew it was that stupid alarm clock. My back was to it so I proceeded to turn over so I could turn it off. Now let me tell you turning over is not a simple or fast thing for me anymore. I kind of flop over which I did. In flopping over I somehow got all tangled in the covers kinda' like a cocoon or a mummy. Couldn't get my dad blasted hands out. I used to have an alarm clock that would go off and blast for maybe a minute and that was it. Not this one! That sucker screams at you till you shut it off.
After I fought my way out of the sheet I reached over to turn the alarm off. It was dark and I was just feeling around on the night stand to find that dad blamed clock and knocked a bunch of stuff off in the floor including the clock. It bounced over by the dresser and just kept screaming. Well Good Grief!!!
I managed to get the lamp on, found my glasses which Thank God were not in the floor, stepped out in the floor and stepped on my wrist watch. OUCH!!!
Well I couldn't eat or drink anything so I brushed and rinsed my teeth, washed my mouth out without swallowing any, washed my face and got dressed.
When I got to the Hospital they processed me in and put me in a very little room to wait. It was exactly one hour and fifteen minutes later that I went to the door to make sure they hadn't forgotten I was there. I was informed that they of course hadn't forgotten me. Well maybe they hadn't forgotten me but almost immediately a nurse appeared with her basket of tools and started poking and jabbing at me. She made me black and blue before she found a vein that worked then took me upstairs where I waited fifteen minutes more before they came after me and got the thing going.
By now I was just dragging along. Just remember pain after that and finally it being over. Here it is six days later and I still have the battle scars. My right hand has been every color from blue to burple , to pee green, and shows no signs of being normal again.
So that's the story of the simple, early morning, procedure that took almost five hours to finish. GOOD GRIEF!!!!!
Monday, September 7, 2009
HOLIDAYS???
9-6-09...HOLIDAYS???
When I was growing up there were not many Holidays that we celebrated. But then I don't think there were as many holidays then. Were there? Heck I don't know. Labor Day? Just like any other day in our house. It's the same for me today. Seems like there are too many so called Holidays' now. Most of them don't mean a thing for anyone but a picnic and a three day week-end. I seriously doubt they even know what the celebration is all about.
The Holidays we observed when I was growing up were for Family, Love of God, and everyone coming together in harmony and appreciation. Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving
The only thing I remember about Labor Day is that our new school term began the day after Labor Day. We didn't need days set aside for picnics. We indeed had picnics often. Our Picnics were just anytime we could all get together with a big wash tub full of ice and cokes, sandwiches, potato salad, pork and beans and something like cookies for dessert. YUMMY! The picnic would be in somebodies yard with everyone contributing.
On the 4th. Of July we all took our picnic to Turner Bend where there was a place for swimming and everyone was there from everywhere. My Papa's (Grandpa) birthday was the 4th of July so the day was more special. And Yep, we knew what the day was set aside for and the meaning.
I guess I'm just getting too old and set in my ways but I think most of the so called Holidays are just a reason for picnics that can turn in to something that doesn't even resemble what I call a Family picnic. Also have you noticed how many Holidays have been changed from the real day it originally was to Mondays? Three Day Week-ends??? Yep!
When I was growing up there were not many Holidays that we celebrated. But then I don't think there were as many holidays then. Were there? Heck I don't know. Labor Day? Just like any other day in our house. It's the same for me today. Seems like there are too many so called Holidays' now. Most of them don't mean a thing for anyone but a picnic and a three day week-end. I seriously doubt they even know what the celebration is all about.
The Holidays we observed when I was growing up were for Family, Love of God, and everyone coming together in harmony and appreciation. Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving
The only thing I remember about Labor Day is that our new school term began the day after Labor Day. We didn't need days set aside for picnics. We indeed had picnics often. Our Picnics were just anytime we could all get together with a big wash tub full of ice and cokes, sandwiches, potato salad, pork and beans and something like cookies for dessert. YUMMY! The picnic would be in somebodies yard with everyone contributing.
On the 4th. Of July we all took our picnic to Turner Bend where there was a place for swimming and everyone was there from everywhere. My Papa's (Grandpa) birthday was the 4th of July so the day was more special. And Yep, we knew what the day was set aside for and the meaning.
I guess I'm just getting too old and set in my ways but I think most of the so called Holidays are just a reason for picnics that can turn in to something that doesn't even resemble what I call a Family picnic. Also have you noticed how many Holidays have been changed from the real day it originally was to Mondays? Three Day Week-ends??? Yep!
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