Just trying to get comfortable

It's a vicious circle.

I'm trying to find a doctor.

I'm trying to find a pain-less position.

Tried laying on the hard floor --kinda helps.

Tried laying on my springs since my mattress was awful and is going in the garbage this week.

Tried laying on the soft love seat I normally sleep on.

Tried sitting in my favorite chair.

Tried everything to no avail.

In today's 'green' times, my health insurance no longer sends out medical books with all of the doctors in our system, we must log on and find one.

I am in writhing pain every time I log on the computer and type.

But I must be on this computer to try and find a doctor.

Whatever happened to the good ole days when you killed a few trees but had a handy dandy packet of useful information at your fingertips and you could actually dial a phone number and talk to a real person?

It's still baseball season to me

Drama.

Major drama all week long with our health ailments. We're all walking wounded!

And for me, I'm in baseball season mode until the final game of the World Series.

But, it's been the longest time since I've been able to use my Cleveland Browns ticket so here goes.

I made my way to the Browns' Game, though in writhing pain.

It was fun walking down with a co-worker and her sister, brother-in-law, and nephew. He was so excited but did not want to show it! Being the tough guy!

Thank God the weather was bearable.

And better still, I thank you God that they WON!

It was a good time. Seeing folks I've not seen in a while....perfect seats! And seeing a win, which is something I have not seen in months, maybe even years (in person!!).

I'm always amazed as I exit the stadium to make the trek back up the hill to my parking spot how so many people have to light up a cigarette the second they vacate the building. It's like walking into a smoking lounge. I've learned to hold my breath until I get back into the wide, open air. Holy smokes!

I must admit, my heart belongs to the Indians thru the end of October, but I'll have one eye on these guys wearing the Brown pants!

Happy Birthday, Sara!

I'm sensing the end of another tradition.

We used to go out for a special dinner for every one's birthday.

Honestly, with every one's busy schedules, that seemed to be the only time we all could gather each month, and it was nice.

Now, people feel that text messaging, tweeting, or leaving a greeting on Facebook is appropriate. Oh, how times are a changin'!

Well, today is my oldest niece's birthday and nothing has been planned.

She said she is helping someone move and had other plans all weekend long.

It's too bad. Mom really misses seeing all the kids. I hate to see the sadness and tears in her eyes each night as another day passes....

Hopefully one day soon Sara's schedule will clear out because Mom and I can not let a birthday go by without remembering and we have a special 'birthday bag' just waiting to be busted open!

Love, Us xoxo

If I did the right thing, why do I feel so bad?

I was always taught to do the right thing.

By golly, I try.

I know we are all human, but at the end of the day, I usually feel pretty good at the effort I've given and God's rules I've followed.

So, this week, I've done the right thing three times...but why do I feel so bad?

We all know I'm a softy.

People from all walks of life walk all over me constantly.

I have people telling me to stand up for what I believe in and in the next breath bad mouthing me behind my back because I DID stand up for my convictions.

Oh, this is absolutely nothing compared to what our Lord Jesus Christ endured.

But, I believe I've had a slight taste of it.

I had to say no to three people who mean very much to me.

The first one--it hurt me more than the person involved, and unfortunately, I think there will be reverberations for a while. What does it matter --I did the right thing and followed God's lead.

The second one--turned out ok eventually. I was being diplomatic following the rules and got screwed. I should have just followed my heart on this one and everyone would have been very happy.

The last one, the person could not believe that I actually said no to them. It felt good sticking up for what I believe in and doing the right thing. And honestly, it turned out great for all involved in the end.


That's what Mom always taught me --if you do the right thing honey, everything will turn out ok in the end.


And Mom's always right!

Socked with a Grady Sizemore foul ball

And to top it off, forgot to mention that Mom was hit by a Grady Sizemore foul ball this past weekend. And did not get the ball!

Can you believe that. First, that the schmuck who nabbed the ball did not have pity on this older lady. And then that some pompous, holier-than-thou Cleveland Indian Management flack tried to make sure she was not hurt badly so she would not sue or anything..and did not have the decency to run down and grab a foul ball for this huge baseball fan who never misses a game and who now has a huge black and blue mark on her elbow!

The walking wounded continue their quest.

It's a wonder I can type with my carpal tunnel, heart disease, pinched nerve damage -itis.

MASH unit

I'm not a doctor but I do play one in real life!

I missed my calling. But it is much easier to diagnose someone when you are with them 24/7.

So, best I can deduce is that the new medicine prescribed last week has, for lack of better words, 'poisoned' Mommacita.

Not gonna stand for this. We stopped taking it a few days ago to get it out of her system and am pumping her with fluids and sustenance.

This morning was awful.

This afternoon is better.

I 'prescribed' an antibiotic. Once we finally reached the doctor, so did he!

We're not out of the woods yet, but hopefully, on the road to recovery.


Now, unfortunately, I have to deal with all of this as my right arm, right shoulder and upper back are in constant writhing pain. You name, people are saying I've got it: nerve damage, carpal tunnel, heart attack, heart disease, pinched nerve, pulled muscles, herniated discs, the list is endless.

I just want the pain to end. I don't care what the heck it is.

Seeing old friends

(Mom, Me, Lydia)


I must admit, I have not gotten half the things I wanted to get done on this vacation.

It's tremendous not having to head into work.

Don't get me wrong--that's fabulous.

We still have doctors' appointments and such, but it's nice not having to rush around quite as much.

I've been able to enjoy meals with Mom, which has been a treat.

When I picked up my Browns' tickets, I visited with a friend I had not seen in quite a while. That was a special afternoon.

We've enjoyed most of the Indians' games. Mom was tired a few nights, especially after starting on some new medication, so we had to pass on some of the Indians' games, a family birthday party and a few other events....

Unfortunately, it's still been quite crazed.

I have not had a chance to call back a dear friend of mine from FLA all week long. I think he thinks I'm avoiding him. That's just the way of our world now. We don't have the luxury to sit around and do nothing. There is always something that must be done, must be tended to, an appointment of some kind to hit.


Mom and I were able to visit with a dear, dear friend of ours who we have not seen in at least 8 months. What a treat! She's a former co-worker but more like a sister to me. And she just adores Mom. She would do anything for her, and has!


Life is very hard. And being finite humans, all we can do is try to be the best people we can day in and day out. Each day, we get up, thank God for another day and try to make the best decisions we can for that day with what information and ingredients are tossed our way.


The 'old Danielle' would have been upset at not crossing off more from the 'to-do' list. But the new Danielle is quite content at what was accomplished and how life was lived this week.


Thank you Jesus!