Thank You Moonbeam!

Moonbeam McQueen was kind enough to have me as one of her guest posters this week while she was out having fun with her daughter who was visiting. Moonbeam, I hope you had a great week. My face is red over the kind things you said about me or possibly I’m having a hot flash. Either way I appreciate the kind words and I appreciate being one of your blogger pals. I enjoyed the whole week of guest blogging but I look forward to next week when you start entertaining us with your own words.

It is so freakin windy today. It is so windy that the wind blew the top open of our bird feeder so now the squirrel can just get right in it. Lucky him, the little rat bastard, as my wasband would call him.

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I have to drive, alone, over the bridge today to my chiropractor. This will be my third time going alone. I just hope the bridge isn’t swaying in the wind. I don’t want to have to suddenly stop on it because I’m having a panic attack. Though the State Police barracks is right by the bridge. I’m sure they would come and save me. Wouldn’t they! Or would they just put me in a safe place to protect the public, like the lunatic house. I don’t know but we’ll find out because I’m going.

This is the new me. The one I’ve been working on improving for the last year. So because I like lists so much I thought I would make a list of the top ten things I have improved about myself in the past year. This also includes things that have happened to me that have helped to improve my life. They are in no particular order.

1. I now take drugs. That probably doesn’t sound like an improvement but it is. I take Zoloft which has made a huge difference in my life. My sister and daughter had finally convinced me to go to my doctor because they felt I was depressed. I didn’t know I was depressed. I went to the doctor with my sister (she insisted on coming with me because she knew I would try to weasel out of it). My doctor gave me the prescription which I didn’t fill for another month. I finally filled it and WOW after just a short period of time I was feeling so much better and that’s when I realized, yes, I was depressed and now I’m not.

2. I joined Weight Watcher’s. I have lost 65 pounds depending on what scale I’m on. Sometimes it’s a little more on my own scale. I like my scale the best. I’ve lost the most weight and lasted the longest at the meeting I go to. I get phone calls from members who are having problems losing.

3. I started seeing a therapist. She is wonderful. She has a great sense of humor so when I tell her about the crazy things that happen in my life she gets it.

4. My daughter and her husband moved in with me. I love having them around. My daughter is my greatest supporter besides my sister. She also gets me.

5. My ex-husband moved in too. I refer to him as my wasband. He brings a lot of laughter to the house. He has a great sense of humor and he gets me too. Not everyone does. We get along great as roommates. My daughter thinks we are just plain weird but I know she loves hearing the laughter upstairs.

6. I can drive over the bridge and get off Cape Cod by myself for the first time in 25 years. Could be the drugs, could be my resolve. I don’t care why. I can do it.

7. I have become disabled over the past few years because of severe arthritis in my knees (I need two new ones) and arthritis in my back. I can only stand for a few minutes. Now that in itself is not an improvement in my life. But I am finally trying to improve the problem by seeing a chiropractor, an orthopedist, and I start chair yoga next month and of course losing weight. I am no longer a couch potato.

8. I try to look at my disability in a positive way. I get to drive around the grocery store in a cripple cart. This can actually be fun. I make the thing go as fast as it can which is about as fast as an old lady can walk with a cane. I’m an expert driver and can do U-turns really quickly in tight aisles which usually freaks out anyone around me. Good looking men get stuff for me from the top shelves. Romi , somehow I just know you could use this method to meet that special one. You could have a miraculous recovery in the grocery aisle screaming “I can walk, I can walk!!” after the good looking guy hands you your curry.

9. I get to give out tickets to people who park illegally in handicapped parking places. That is very fun.

10. I am happy.

So that’s my list. I hope to keep adding to it as time flies by. The biggest thing I’ve learned in the past year is a positive attitude is the only attitude. It’s the only attitude that moves you forward, even when you can hardly move at all.

Running into People

Wendy at Life With Buck gave me the idea for this from a poem she wrote. It was called “When I Go Home” Except in my case it’s “When I go to the Grocery Store”.

Now that I have closed my own little health food store, I can’t go to the grocery store without running into ex-customers looking for free advice.

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Now the sign permanently resides at one of the local bars. That’s my daughter and my niece standing in front of it. It’s right near the pool table. At least it lives on. Also, my daughter on the left has lost 40 pounds since that photo was taken. abundant-harvest-sign-at-grumpys.jpg

The thing is I’m driving a motorized cripple cart that goes 4 MPH and I can’t go fast enough to get away from them. They just chase me down the aisles.

 

I ran into a born again who tried to convert me next to the meat aisle.

Sometimes it takes me a couple of hours to get my shopping done because I run into so many people. My daughter will call me on my cell to find out what’s taking me so long.

One time there was actually a line of people waiting to talk to me as I sat on my cripple cart. The first six months I was home, I never left the house. I was too depressed and in pain. Once I started to do something about my problems I started going out more. So I hadn’t seen any of these people in quite a while. At least it’s nice to be missed.

Some of them even went to my competitor to ask if he had my home phone so they could call me for free advice. Fortunately my number is unlisted.

I had a woman come up to me recently telling me about her constipation problems. I wanted to say”GO SEE YOUR DOCTOR”. Instead I sent her to buy some fiber.

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I looked in her cart and all she had in it was ice cream and diet soda. If you’re going to eat ice cream why bother with diet soda, just get the real stuff.

I called this post “Running into People” because on occasion I have actually ran into people with my cripple cart. Fortunately I haven’t maimed anyone yet. Just a few little taps when I think I have it in reverse but I don’t. People pretty much stay out of my path now because I usually go at full speed. I floor it. I go the top speed which is so slow it’s pathetic. Old ladies with canes can walk faster than my cart.

Hopefully, one day in the not too distant future I won’t need the damn cripple cart. I lost 2.4 pounds this week. Notice the dot between the 2 and the 4. I didn’t lose 24 pounds just 2point4 pounds. But I’m happy with that.

I Need to Get Out More

I need to get out more so some fun stuff happens to me and I’ll have more to write about. I’ve been writing about things in my past because not much is happening in the present.

My car is broken and until my wasband decides to get it fixed and hopefully pay for it, I keep having to borrow my daughter’s car. To do that I have to get up at 7:15 AM and I’m just not used to getting up that early.

I get to park in handicapped parking spots legally. I also volunteer for the police dept. and am able to give out tickets to people who park illegally in handicapped spaces.

 

I am just supposed to take down their info and not let them see me do it so there will be no danger to me. But I am always so tempted to say something to them. You know, live dangerously. When I go get the mail (just to get the hell out of the house for a bit) I always cruise the Wal-Mart parking lot for illegal parkers.

I drive down to the beach every day but not much goes on there in the winter. Just a few seagulls waiting for handouts and crapping on my car. Not much there to write about.

 

I don’t date. My husband ruined me for that. No more men in my life, thank you. I notice the other two women in his life after me don’t date either. I think once your with my wasband for a while you don’t want to be with any other men. You don’t want to be with any man. You just want to be by yourself.

My wasband did share something with me this week, his freaking bronchial infection. I woke up this morning with a sore throat and I can’t stop coughing. I had a cold for a couple of weeks (which I caught from him), not a bad one then it went totally away and 5 days later I get this. My daughter is making me go to the doctor tomorrow. She’s afraid I’ll get pneumonia again. My son-in-law’s getting it too and he had a cold a few weeks ago which cleared up and now he’s coughing too. I can’t even whine about it because I’m always talking about my wasband whining.

I don’t want to go to bed because every time I lay down I cough even more. I’d go to sleep in my nice electric reclining chair so I could so I could sit up more but it makes my broken ass hurt. OH Lord, I’m whining. Well at least nobody here knows it.

Instead of getting out more I need to start all the projects I promised myself I would do this winter. The scrap booking, the beading, the reading, sorting all my slides and photos and many more things I have been putting off.

But that stuff doesn’t give me anything exciting to write about. I glued some pictures in a scrap book Whoopie! I knew I should have become a private eye when I grew up.

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Oh, one funny thing happened yesterday. My wasband finally brought his big TV here. The way he talked about it, I expected this 60 inch screen but it was a 7 or 8 year old regular TV with a 32 inch screen. Anyway, we had no table to put it on in the living room so he hooked it up to cable and left it on the floor under the big picture window.

Meanwhile the new people were moving into the welfare house across the street. Well, the wasband and I are sitting in computer chairs facing the TV under the window which the new neighbors can’t see. We are hysterically laughing at a comedian on Comedy Central. Well, they must have thought we were sitting in front of the window laughing at them which made us laugh even more. There’s about 8 adults driving old trucks with homemade wooden trailers attached to them filled with all sorts of stuff my daughter would have put in the dumpster. Suddenly they are all in line staring at us. Not only that but my wasband had been using binoculars to look at a bird that was at our feeder. I can’t imagine what they must think of us. If I get to talk to them, I’m just going to tell them my wasband had a stroke recently and sometimes he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I actually did take a picture of the trucks and trailers lined up in the driveway.

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At one point they had a refrigerator on the lawn and some old man kept opening the fridge door probably hoping beer would suddenly appear in it.

I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot with these people. Actually I don’t ever want to even get to know them. I’m not the neighborly type. I don’t want neighbors to just think they can show up at my door.

So basically, I need to come up with some exciting things a disabled person can do (besides spying on the neighbors). Not too exciting I’m on high blood pressure pills.

My first Blog

I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself. I have two children, a daughter 28 years old and a 26 year old son. I live with my daughter , her husband, and my ex-husband. Just your typical family. My ex-husband just moved in a couple of weeks ago. He broke up with his girlfriend of four years and my daughter felt she had to take him in because he had nowhere else to go. Fortunately, he and I have always gotten along well. My ex-husband Especially after the divorce 18 years ago.I am considered disabled by the government, probably because I can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I get to park in handicapped parking spaces. I get to drive around in the grocery store in a motorized shopping cart at 4 miles per hour. I get the library to deliver books to me.

I have a lot of time now. I retired from a small business I owned, a year ago, because of my back problems. I miss my store. I ran it along with my father for 25 years. He passed away almost 8 years ago so I ran it alone then. It wasn’t any fun without him. I also could not survive on disability alone so my daughter and her husband moved in with me about 8 months ago. The deal was I would give her the house but I came with it and now her father comes with it too. He and I live on one floor and my daughter and her hubby live on another floor and we share the kitchen and bathroom. They have their own bedroom and living room and their own entrance so they can have some privacy. I do all the cooking from my wheel chair. It’s hard cooking from a wheel chair, I’ve burned myself on the stove twice already. My daughter’s convinced I’m going to set myself on fire. But I guess she isn’t worried enough to do the cooking herself. Actually, she wouldn’t have the time. She has to take a boat to work which takes up 1 1/2 hours a day. She works long hours. Plus I like to cook. I just hope I stop burning myself.

I only cook weight watcher meals. I make six portions. One for me and one for my daughter and two portions each for the guys. She’s lost 35 pounds since she moved in and is now back to being a size 4 and I’ve lost 45 pounds. I still have to lose another 150 pounds. That’s the price I have to pay for eating instead of getting on Zoloft. I didn’t even know I was depressed until my sister and daughter convinced me. They were right. I finally feel I am getting my life back under control.

I guess that’s what this blog will be about mostly– Me

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