Last Night

I had the strangest dream. I died and ended up in -- heaven? Well didn't look like any heaven I know, but a large white walled room, filled with people. There was a thin, young man next to me and I asked him, "Where are we?" He said. "Don't you know, we're dead?"

There was a woman in a business suit with a clipboard, she was asking our names and checking them off, then she would call out a color: Yellow! Pink! Blue! And another woman would come forward and hand each of us a robe, a white thin cotton robe with a cloth belt. In the middle of the robe was a large colored stripe. Mine was yellow. I looked over to the thin man, his was pink and splattered with blood. I quickly checked my robe to make sure there was no blood on it. There wasn't.

Then we were told to go to the door that was the same color of the stripe on our robe, put our robes on and enter that room. I, along with some others, shuffled to the yellow door, opened it, inside were people sitting on yellow plastic chairs wearing the same type of robes, all looking rather bored. Then I spotted Chris in the corner.

"About time you got here, bitch," she said.

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't know, seems like forever. These bastards just keep us waiting and waiting."

"Have you seen Bob?"

"No."

I scanned the room looking for Bob but he wasn't there. I started worrying he had been sent to a different room with a different colored robe....

Suddenly, I was back in my bed. I thought, oh my god, I'm dead and now I'm a ghost! Haunting my own house! I laid there for a moment wondering, was I a ghost? Then thought, if I were, shouldn't I be floating above my bed, looking down?

Tentatively, I turned to my side, happy to see I wasn't floating and the movement made me pass gas. Truly, I nearly laughed out loud. Ghosts don't fart! At least I've never heard of a farting ghost. I looked at the clock, the familiar stuff on my nightstand, finally sat up, slipped on my slippers, Kona's and Ripley's cue that mom was up and it's time for breakfast...

I don't even know why I'm blogging this weird dream, guess I just can't get it out of my mind.... but I tell you I often go to bed wondering if I will wake up. After what happened with Bob. And my sister.  

And I am going crazy with paperwork, my medical insurance, my sister's estate...  

Sometimes I just feel like I'm going crazy.

At least this post is giving me some good finger exercise. My hand is still very sore and stiff....

The Invisible Woman

I'm sure you have heard of the Invisible Man, now meet the Invisible Woman: me.

I tell you these past few weeks, I have disappeared!

Started with an scheduled termite treatment. Guy was supposed to be here between 2-3 p.m., no one showed up. Called their office, said I was on the schedule, but no one assigned a technician....

OK, so rescheduled that. That day, I wait and wait and no one shows up again... so call the office. Oh, I am on the schedule, but they forgot to assign a technician once again to come out.  Grrr...  So reschedule. (And don't tell me to change companies, it's under warranty)

Then, I have a follow up with my hand surgeon, 2:50 p.m. Go there, check in. Still having problem with my pinky and ring finger, typing is a bitch, let alone sometimes that hand just shakes and sweats... so I'm thinking I need OT....  

Sitting in the waiting room, 3 o'clock, 3:30, I see a woman close to me who is stroking her hand and ask her what doc she is there to see, same one as mine, her appt. was 3:00. I tell her mine was 2:50... we both shrug, doctor must be running late...

Meanwhile, Bubba is scheduled to pick up my flooded out car at 5:00, so I am worried about several things, i.e. am I ever going to see the doc,  and then will the car start, will I make it home.... anyway...

3:45, they call in the woman who had the 3 p.m. appt.  She looks at me, shrugs, and goes in.

I go to the counter and ask them, what's up? I had a 2:50 appt. and they just called in the 3:00 appt, and they tell me I never checked in! I tell them yes, I did. The computer has no record of me....

I tell you, I think I have disappeared! 

Today

Is Bob's 62nd Birthday. Happy Birthday, my love.

 

Happy New Year!

So! Finally got my hand back, well sort of... cast off, stitches removed, hand unwrapped. Finally able to use it, though my pinky and the finger next to it still stiff, hard to type, but I am trying and doing my rehab exercises.

And finally able to drive my car! Well sort of...

So I finished up the insurance claim paperwork and was getting masked up, ready to go to the post office, go out to the car and it's dead. 

Deader than a doornail...  I manage to unlock the door with the manual key and see that there is a huge puddle of water on the floor by the passenger seat, the seat is all mildewy -- what the heck.

So I call Geico. A guy shows up to jump my battery.  Tells me he thinks my moon roof is leaking... Also I should get a new battery.

So I dry out the car, go to advanced auto parts, get a new battery, hit the road, feels good to be behind the wheel! Until my dash starts lighting up in huge letters CHECK CHARGE SYSTEM!

So I turn around, go back to the auto parts place, they bring out some gizmo, hook it to the car and tell me my alternator is rippling.....  and I need a new one. But they don't have one, nearest one in Texas...

I can't get a hold of Bubba, our mechanic, so the parts guy recommends a local mechanic who they say can probably find the part faster. I contact him, alas, he cannot find the part... in fact we are still waiting for the part to arrive.

Meanwhile, talk to a guy I know who checks the car and says it's not the moonroof leaking, but the door. He suggests armoral the rubber seal around the door and get some Damp Rid and that should take care of the leak.... So I do.

Then it rains, and once again water in the car. aargh!

Finally did reach Bubba, he thinks it's a body seal on the car that's leaking...

Anyway, good news I can drive again! Bad news, the car can't....

Anyone want to buy a slightly used Honda Fit, 2016, 5,000 miles driven only by an old lady to the grocery store and pharmacy.... includes indoor swimming pool!

Always wanted an indoor swimming pool, just not in the car....   

And phew! finally got this typed. Never realized how much you use that pinky finger typing, ouch!

Happy Winter Solstice!

 Today is the winter solstice, tomorrow I go in for a follow-up for my second surgery, which went well as far as the doctor got all the pins out of my hand, but I tell you, this second surgery hurts more than the first... Glad to the have the cast off, but now my hand and wrist is wrapped up tight with gauze and ace wraps.  I have been wiped out, unable to do much. Of course have to feed the critters, do the essentials, laundry, take the garbage out, load the dishes, that's about it. I instacart all my groceries, have them delivered, have to rely on friends to drive me to appointments, can't walk the dog, swim, write much at all --- feeling like a trapped rat.

My house is covered with dog/cat hair, dust and dirt. Some days don't have energy to wash my hair. Been binge watching Supernatural episodes, spending most of my time on the couch with my hand propped up to reduce the swelling, Kona always by my side, Ripley too at night.  Can't believe I've been laid up with this broken hand since September. Seems like a million years...

Still dealing with my sister's estate -- a mess, let alone the grief and guilt. Hospitals and doctors billed my insurance wrong, so that's a mess too, more paperwork, phone calls, etc. Can't sleep at night...

Good news is my father feeling much better, my nephew is staying with mom and dad helping them out.

Last Christmas

What a difference a year makes.....

Wishing everyone Happy Holidays and hopefully a better New Year.

Prayers Answered

 Happy to report, my father's surgery went well and he is recovering. Thanks all for your prayers, support, hugs, white light, phone calls. I feel like I can breathe again..... 

Though not looking forward to surgery next week.