|second waiting room|
After I sat in a small, nondescript waiting room, I was called back by a beeper. Then, I went into the spa area. This waiting room above is four times as large as the first waiting room. And, it is much better appointed, besides larger.
The changing room and my stuff--clothes and purse
I am standing with my back to the door, taking a picture in the mirror to get the full length of the room, about 12 feet long. Maybe you think this is small, but it is all mine, a place in which to change. The room is about again well-appointed. The trunk in the back of the room is their hamper where I threw my gown for the laundry.
Formerly, I changed in a closet-sized cubby.
The fun part is mostly over. Then, I went for the mammogram. The woman kept pulling on my breast and pushing a thumb or finger on my nipple. Finally, I told her to stop pressing on my nipple. She did, thankfully.
I have a mass in my left breast that is sort of on the part going under my arm, but not under my arm. So, she had to pull my breast and push me this way and that. To complicate things, I told her I could not stand that long. So, she got a chair that rolled. Poor lady. That made it hard on her. The woman was on her knees on the floor part of the time. I felt really bad about that.
Finally, she asked me if I were an xray tech. No, why do you ask? She said I seemed to know lots about the process and what to do. No, I was not telling her what to do. But, I knew when she was not getting the mass in the picture.
After all the pain and stress, she finally let me out of her own private torture chamber. Oh, there is only pain where the rounded but hard corner of the machine presses into my collar bone and ribs. I suppose the breast is squashed and maybe it is hurting, but the pain in my collarbone and ribs renders me incapable of feeling pain in my breast that is being squashed. Maybe that is good. Tomorrow, I will be bruised.
Above is my reward. I was shown into the small room to wait to see if the pictures came out okay. There were Cokes, an ice bucket, and a basket of snacks. Of course, there was coffee, cream, and sugar, but it was of no interest to me.
Formerly, no one fed me or comforted me. It is strange how hungry one gets when stressed and how food, any food, is comforting and relieves stress.
Two women in this room today reminisced with me about other establishments and the past at this one. The last time I went here, I got a long, white, terry, spa robe. Today, I got a short, cotton top. But, it was modest. Both of us had mammograms in places that were not so nice. We sat in our hospital gown, clutching them closed and people from all over the hospital passed us where we sat in the hall.
All of this was in a suite. No men were there. It was comforting, not utilitarian like former places.
only for the women and the last stop
During my first ever mammogram years ago, the left breast had 8 xrays. They called me back 8 times and frightened me 7 of those times. When I was sedated to take the star shaped mass out, I was roused and put in a wheelchair to have another four xrays of the same breast. It was not so evident, and remained. No surgery, but I slept 10 hours once I was driven home.
So far, it is "just and inflammation/mass in lymph node" that they are watching. "Watch and wait" does not suit me.
Have you had a mammogram to save your life? Are you aware that it is cheaper and less painful than breast cancer? Did you have a utilitarian room and experience? Or, was it a little more lush and comforting like my suite of rooms?
|I got two eggs from two hens today...sweet.|
Between egg problems, vaccination problems, Blogger problems, and computer problems, I have just been muddling between one problem or another this last week. I know. These are first world problems. They are just irritants, even to me, not real problems. However, the irritants just drive me nuts some days. They cost me time, money, or personal pain.
I went about six weeks without an egg. Then, the girls laid five eggs in a little over a week, plus the egg without a shell. On Sunday, I think, they both laid an egg, both of which I ate immediately. Today, they each laid another egg apiece, and I had a camera on me.
Hopefully, this will continue since the days are getting longer.
Sunrise was 6:46 and Sunset will be 5:15. I read that hens need 14 hours of sunlight. Maybe not.
I had the vaccination exactly a week ago. Since then, I have had a red, raised spot 6 inches across with a hard knot in the middle, extreme itching, some pain. The pain, itching, redness, and raised area is gone. I can still see where the area was and there is a slight hard part, but the fever, itching, and extreme pain is all gone. I still think the vaccination will be worth the trouble. I am grateful I am able to live in a place and time that vaccines are possible.
Blogger will now allow me to post pictures. YAY! I don't have to go the html route and still only be allowed to post one picture. The computer is still screwed up.
Maybe I will scramble two eggs for dinner.
Have little niggling things been bothering you lately? Did anything resolve itself?
|"War Eagle" works better for me.|
cuticle nippers to the rescue
For several years I have wanted a houndstooth scarf. After searching high and low and only finding scarves that had the huge, red Alabama "A" on them, I finally found the solution.
For most of you houndstooth is just a fashion accessory, a sartorial choice. Here in Alabama, houndstooth is a reminder of Bear Bryant's hat choice when he was the coach of the football team at the University of Alabama. Yes, he loved houndstooth hats so much that now houndstooth everything is available as football gear for The Crimson Tide fan.
Most Alabama (the team) emblems are heat sealed or embroidered. The picture shows a little tag sewn on the scarf I purchased. I can remove that. I did.
As I sat in the Social Security Office, awaiting my turn, I had a brilliant idea. I used my cuticle nippers like a seam ripper.
Now, I have a houndstooth scarf, bought with money my daughter sent to me for Christmas. She did not send much, but I could afford the scarf with what I had left.
Yes, I had to buy college attire to get what I wanted. No, they cannot license houndstooth, thankfully. Then, I substituted my nippers for proper sewing equipment. The usually deadly boring wait at the Social Security Office was at least fruitful.
Sometimes, you have to be flexible and patient to get what you want.
Now, I want a bright yellow cardigan to wear sometimes with the scarf. It looks great with the red coat I have, but lemon yellow is what I want now--yellow to go with the black and white.
Have you satisfied a longing, fully and completely, by making a simple substitution or adjustment?
The cuticle nippers have been used for cutting fingernails, cutting the serpentine belt under the hood, and now for cutting thread. Do your cuticle nippers serve another function? Do you have another item that you find to be very flexible with uses beyond the original purpose?
Yes, I know you have stories!
|Ball jar, lid and ring|
It is amazing what people will throw in the trash. Thankfully, there are people who think nothing of trash picking.
When exbf came this week, he was disgusted that someone threw away something. I was very anxious and came right to him when he said, "Look what someone threw away at work." My knees were weak before he pulled it out of the bag. One perfect Ball jar with a never-used lid/flat, and a ring.
Happy, yet skeptical, I mused aloud about what could have been in the jar. I am always afraid someone peed in things or that something noxious had been stored in what I am loving. He was quick to dismiss that notion.
The jar was full of trail mix with a ribbon and homemade card, he explained, saying it looked like a Christmas gift from a kindergartner. Sooo, a gift thrown away in the break room at work. He dumped all the trail mix under a tree for the birds and rinsed the jar. I was so proud of it that I took it and immediately set about washing it. I can always adopt more fruit jars.
One jar at a time. You now know the way to my heart--anything straight from the trash.
Fruit jar story
Several years ago, a bachelor friend was talking about decluttering after he moved from larger to smaller quarters. I mentioned that if he had any fruit jars to toss, I would gladly come and pick them up, explaining that I canned. He said he did have fruit jars that he could collect and give to me.
I picked them up and thanked him profusely as I puzzled over what he gave me. He gave me glass jars, alright. But, they had been bought with food in the jars. hmmmm.....
A few months later, he asked if I needed more jars for canning. Now, I was puzzled. Finally, I asked him if they were Ball or Kerr. He explained they were the same fruit jars, just like I said I used. Now, I was puzzled. I explained that I wanted Ball and Kerr in order to can in them.
This flustered him, and he spitted and sputtered that he had bought them "DOLE" with fruit in them from the produce section of the store, and that was what I asked for--fruit jars. I tried to gently tell him--canners call these Ball jars "canning jars" or "fruit jars," no matter what we intend to put in them. He was amazed, asking why we call them "fruit jars" if we are going to can green beans.
"We just do."
Yes, I know the Dole jars have other uses. I just did not want more right then. Now, I would take cases of them!
Does your husband or good friend or bf proudly bring the trash to you? Would he be embarrassed to take something from the trash? AND, do you refer to canning jars as "fruit jars" and "canning jars"?
|egg with no shell|
Or, maybe Thelma is stopping laying. Not only does the egg have no shell, it appears to have a tail. And, it is a tiny egg, the kind I might expect Lucy to lay. I did not give them shells last week. Thelma is almost 4 years old, so her eggs might be getting smaller, but so far not this small. The last four she laid were smaller than her gigantic eggs.
I found another in the fall of 2010 that was this long strange shape, about 6 inches if stretched out..
Do you ever get eggs without shells? Are they in this strange shape?
|"No, chickie mama, we are not cold."|
I laugh at these hens! They really don't care how cold it is out, they like to sleep on top of their "house."
The boxes kept blowing off the table. I was never sure if they were in the boxes when they toppled. I do know they are terrified when I go out and find them blowing in the wind, running around, afraid of even me.
So, this time I had exbf just leave off the top box. It is on the ground for them to use in rainy weather if they want to hide.
When it was 9 F (-12C) two years ago, they slept on top of their boxes. Hens just don't mind the cold at all. They sit on their feet, so they won't freeze. The combs will freeze. Putting Vaseline on their combs will keep the combs from getting frostbitten. The very peaks of their combs were frostbitten two years ago, but the combs' edges did not fall off. They do have about a foot of pine straw (raked up dry pine needles) that they can sit in.
The camera was just put up against the chain link to take this picture in their 10'x10'x6' raccoon-proof dog pen.
Do your hens ever sleep anyplace except where they are supposed to sleep? Have they ever lost their combs to a freeze? .
|Today, Jan 17, 2013|
about three inches
out the kitchen window
|Out the kitchen window--March 2010|
The prediction is snow. Here in the South, just hearing the word strikes terror. People rush to the store and strip the shelves of all bread, milk, pop tarts, and bananas. Don't these people have any food in their homes?
One year, I really did need milk and bananas. I was not making a "stock up for a blizzard" trip. In a very large grocery store all registers were open and the lines were all the way down the grocery aisles to the meat department in the back of the store. Of course, I could not open my front door the next morning. My car was snowed in and the roads were impassable and closed for days. I fell down lots.
Around here, even a prediction of "snow flurries" drives people to strip the shelves in stores. Batteries are not to be found anywhere. All water bottles and jugs are just gone. Peanut butter, jelly, all bread in any form, meats of all sorts, juices, popcorn, pop tarts, you name it and it's gone.
So, I went out about 4 am this morning to get milk. I really am out of milk. I just did not want to be out in the press of people. I already had flashlight batteries. And bananas. And Cokes. I am set.
The hens are not going to like this.
The weather prediction has the "S" word in it. But, he says it will be flurries that will not stick, maybe 3 inches. And, it will be gone by tonight. The meteorologists work us up to a frenzy. It is not going to go down to freezing. The ground was warmed by 75 F weather this Sunday. We had about three hours of freezing weather since then.
Got snow? Getting snow? Do you live in an area that panics when they hear the "S" word? Or, do you live in a land of snow?
|all ready to celebrate NYE|
More free food arrived, and in style this time. Thelma laid her -first-in-a-long-time egg on Friday, then another on Saturday, and finally a decorated one on Monday, New Year's Eve.
My internet comes and goes because of something in the wires on poles. It is making me nutso.
I have a project going on in the kitchen--completely clear the kitchen counters.
Plus, I am struggling to get the garbage to the road. Tomorrow is garbage day. Exbf came for months on Wednesday and did this for me. Now, suddenly he is off on Thursday....sigh.
It has been too rainy and now too cold to hang clothes on the line.
Muscadine wine in the picture is only the second bottle of wine I have ever bought. At the rate I drink wine, this will last me several years and all the wine occasions in those years. I had no intentions of buying wine until a store employee mentioned muscadine wine the store carried and how good it was. I had 1/2 cup and knocked over and spilled some of that.
|Just a few tidbits|
|blackeyed peas for luck|
It was very quiet around here, very uneventful. It was the first time I bought wine or drank wine alone. Correction: second time I bought wine and first time I drank wine alone. I may become an old lush. I wonder how long a recorked bottle of wine lasts. Maybe I can cook with it to keep it from spoiling.
Was your New Year's Eve as uneventful as mine? Did you have companionship? Food? Drink? Most importantly, did you have your blackeyed peas?