Week 6 - Treatment 26 – Friday, August 29, 2008
Today, I slept in until 8:15 a.m. – amazing. Then, I got up and went down to the dining area for my water intake as my appointment this morning was for 10 a.m. I drank a couple cups of coffee and 10 ounces of water. Then, I was off to my appointment. When I got to MPRI, I found out that my 3:30 p.m. appointment had not gotten changed to 10 a.m. I had it written on my scheduled but never did get an “official” schedule or “hall permit”. They verified that my schedule had not been changed but said they could fit me in during their lunch hour at noon. So, I said ok. I learned a good lesson that I need to have all my appointment changes in writing. I went back to get my new schedule. I noticed my Tuesday appointment (after the holiday) was scheduled for 10 a.m. so I think that day got changed instead of my Friday. I have always told them that I want late Monday appointments and early Friday appointments if possible so I can drive home. Also, I never want any weekend treatments. I would have been more upset on this mix up except Linda and Jodi are driving to Bloomington this weekend. So, I just needed to be done before they got to town. Also, the 10 a.m. Tuesday appointment will be ok since I am in town. I also noticed my Friday appointment was still set as 5 p.m. I had them print off another schedule to make sure I had the Friday change in writing. So, I should be set for next week.
Linda called me around 11 a.m. indicating that they were just heading out of town. Since I had some time, I decided to go to Sam’s and get some luncheon food for the MPRI folks. I bought a baked chicken, chicken alfrado, some meatloaf and mash potatoes, an apple caramel pie, some double chunk chocolate chips cookies, some bananas, some naked juice, and a case of water. I figured that should feed them plenty for lunch.
I made it back to MPRI about 20 minutes or so before my appointment. It was about 20 after when I checked to see how long it would be since I needed to be treated soon or I would have to reload. Debbie checked for me and then they took me in. I made it through my treatment and then drove back to Jill’s House. I had some frozen yogurt for lunch and was reading the newspaper when I saw Sara who had stopped by to pick up her work schedule. We chatted for a couple minutes and she offered to take me by where the Farmer’s market would be plus by the area where the craft show would be and then by her church. She gave me a quick tour of these places and we drove by where her husband, Steve, works and then she dropped me back by Jill’s House. So, I should be set for the weekend as far as finding my way around to these different places. I think Linda and Jodi should be getting here soon. I may need to call and see where they are at. My cell phone is charging and I want to run down stairs to the dining area for a few minutes. I finally got my bed made up a while ago. I now have these nice new bedspreads and pillow shams for the girls to enjoy.
Joke Of The Day
Old Ladies' Noggins
Three old ladies are sitting in a diner, chatting about various things. One lady says, "You know, I'm getting really forgetful. This morning, I was standing at the top of the stairs, and I couldn't remember whether I had just come up or was about to go down."
The second lady says, "You think that's bad? The other day, I was sitting on the edge of my bed and I couldn't remember whether I was going to sleep or had just woken up!
The third lady smiles smugly, "Well, my memory is just as good as it's always been, knock on wood," she says as she raps on the table. Then with a startled look on her face, she asks, "Who's there?"
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 6 - Treatment 25 – Thursday, August 28, 2008
Today, I slept in until 7 a.m. and then went down to breakfast. I chatted with some of the guys until about 9:30 a.m. just like a bunch of old retired guys. It was very interesting. I came up to my room and did a few things. I got my bed comforters, pillow shams, and bed skirting put on. I also got my shower fixed so I could get hotter water and so the hand sprayer would work since I am getting ready for company. Linda and Jodi are supposed to be coming up tomorrow for the weekend. I emailed them some directions and a list of stuff to bring.
This should be a good weekend for visitors. There is the annual craft fair, the farmer’s market, the IU football game and a party at some folk’s house. So, we have plenty of options. There are also a lot of parks to investigate along with the IU campus itself. So, we should have enough choices of activities. There a lot of interesting places to eat around town too. I had my treatment at 3:30 p.m. today and got in early. This was probably the faster treatment I have had yet. I came home and chatted for a little while and then baked something like a chicken burrito. It was kind of dry. Then, I topped it off with a yogurt. After supper, Zack and I bowled two games on the Wii. Zach beat me in the second game 144 to 129 – beaten by a 7 year old. Hum! I guess I need to rest up for the rest of the night.
Joke of the Day
A woman goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published. After the editor informs her that the fee for the obituary is 50 cents a word, she pauses, reflects and then says, "Well, then, let it read 'Fred Brown died'."
Confounded at the woman's thrift, the editor stammers that there is a 7-word minimum for all obituaries. The woman pauses again, counts on her fingers and replies, "In that case, 'Fred Brown died: 1983 Pick-up for sale'."
Today, I slept in until 7 a.m. and then went down to breakfast. I chatted with some of the guys until about 9:30 a.m. just like a bunch of old retired guys. It was very interesting. I came up to my room and did a few things. I got my bed comforters, pillow shams, and bed skirting put on. I also got my shower fixed so I could get hotter water and so the hand sprayer would work since I am getting ready for company. Linda and Jodi are supposed to be coming up tomorrow for the weekend. I emailed them some directions and a list of stuff to bring.
This should be a good weekend for visitors. There is the annual craft fair, the farmer’s market, the IU football game and a party at some folk’s house. So, we have plenty of options. There are also a lot of parks to investigate along with the IU campus itself. So, we should have enough choices of activities. There a lot of interesting places to eat around town too. I had my treatment at 3:30 p.m. today and got in early. This was probably the faster treatment I have had yet. I came home and chatted for a little while and then baked something like a chicken burrito. It was kind of dry. Then, I topped it off with a yogurt. After supper, Zack and I bowled two games on the Wii. Zach beat me in the second game 144 to 129 – beaten by a 7 year old. Hum! I guess I need to rest up for the rest of the night.
Joke of the Day
A woman goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published. After the editor informs her that the fee for the obituary is 50 cents a word, she pauses, reflects and then says, "Well, then, let it read 'Fred Brown died'."
Confounded at the woman's thrift, the editor stammers that there is a 7-word minimum for all obituaries. The woman pauses again, counts on her fingers and replies, "In that case, 'Fred Brown died: 1983 Pick-up for sale'."
My MPRI Experience
Week 6 - Treatment 24 – Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Today, I got up before 6 a.m. and John and I drove to the Martinsville YMCA – 20 some miles away. It was a lot smaller than the regular YMCA we have been going to. I worked out for an hour or so and then hit the showers. I finished up reading the “You Can Beat Prostate Cancer” book while waiting for John. I came back and had a couple cups of coffee instead of my regular breakfast. Then, for lunch, I had two yogurts. Then, my MPRI appointment was at 3:30 p.m. today. I took some pictures of the MPRI therapists and staff and have posted them out on my web site. Tonight, for movie night, we had a movie of some lady singing. We had a crowd of three people until I leave to go back to my room and update my blog. John wants to go power walking at 5 a.m. tomorrow but I am going to tell him I am going to sleep in. I can go for a walk anytime with the regular people.
Joke of the Day (PG13)
A man moves into a nudist colony. He receives a letter from his mother asking him to send her a current photo of himself in his new location. Too embarrassed to let her know that he lives in a nudist colony, he cuts a photo in half and sends her the top part. Later he receives another letter asking him to send a picture to his grandmother. The man cuts another picture in half, but accidentally sends the bottom half of the photo. He is really worried when he realizes that he sent the wrong half, but then remembers how bad his grandmother's eyesight is, and hopes she won't notice. A few weeks later he receives a letter from his grandmother. It says, "Thank you for the picture. Change your hair style...it makes your nose look short!"
Today, I got up before 6 a.m. and John and I drove to the Martinsville YMCA – 20 some miles away. It was a lot smaller than the regular YMCA we have been going to. I worked out for an hour or so and then hit the showers. I finished up reading the “You Can Beat Prostate Cancer” book while waiting for John. I came back and had a couple cups of coffee instead of my regular breakfast. Then, for lunch, I had two yogurts. Then, my MPRI appointment was at 3:30 p.m. today. I took some pictures of the MPRI therapists and staff and have posted them out on my web site. Tonight, for movie night, we had a movie of some lady singing. We had a crowd of three people until I leave to go back to my room and update my blog. John wants to go power walking at 5 a.m. tomorrow but I am going to tell him I am going to sleep in. I can go for a walk anytime with the regular people.
Joke of the Day (PG13)
A man moves into a nudist colony. He receives a letter from his mother asking him to send her a current photo of himself in his new location. Too embarrassed to let her know that he lives in a nudist colony, he cuts a photo in half and sends her the top part. Later he receives another letter asking him to send a picture to his grandmother. The man cuts another picture in half, but accidentally sends the bottom half of the photo. He is really worried when he realizes that he sent the wrong half, but then remembers how bad his grandmother's eyesight is, and hopes she won't notice. A few weeks later he receives a letter from his grandmother. It says, "Thank you for the picture. Change your hair style...it makes your nose look short!"
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 6 - Treatment 23 – Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Today, I woke up about 6 a.m. but decided to stay in bed. John had wanted to do a power walk but I had told him that if I was up, I would come over otherwise I wanted to sleep in. Well, shortly after 6 a.m., there was a knock at my door. I got up and got dressed and John and I did a power walk for about 2 hours. I think it was a little longer than John expected but we did a little tour of the campus. The YMCA is closed this week for maintenance so we have to improvise. I think John plans on going to another YMCA tomorrow which is 20 miles away. I am not sure if I am up for that. I guess we shall see.
After getting back, I had breakfast (some cereal and a banana). I took a nap, checked my email, and then had lunch (two hot dogs, a yogurt, and a few chips). Then, I was back on my computer and got to chat with Joel for 20 minutes or so. Then, it was time to drink my water and walk over for my treatment. Things went pretty well except that the PC needed to be rebooted during my second side. I had my weekly doctor’s discussion today with nothing much to report. I told the doctor that I had some small pain when urinating but that may be sympathy pains from the stories I had heard from a couple of the other guys here. I also mentioned that I was up twice during the night but that that was not my normal frequency. I also asked her to help out with a difference of opinion concerning a discussion as to whether or not the rectum was being treated. There seemed to be two different opinions. I told Dr. Odem that I thought that only the prostate and ½” outside of it was being treated. She said that was correct. However, part of the very front of the rectum is within ½” of the prostate and so is getting some treatment. Starting with my 29th treatment, only the prostate will be treated.
Tonight, I plan on eating my leftovers from Smokin’ Jacks. There is a couple that is cooking a large meal for some of the other residents. I may have a bowl of ice cream for dessert. I have not talked to John to see what is showing for movie night tomorrow. I guess that is about it for today.
Joke of the Day (WARNING: PG 13!)
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon"
Half an hour later, just by chance a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.
"Good morning, madam. I've come to...."
"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.
"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a specialty of babies"
"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"
After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!"
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me"
"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But, if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven different angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results"
"My, that's a lot of....." gasped Mrs. Smith.
"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure"
"Don't I know it," Mrs. Smith said quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.
"This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London"
"Oh My!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with"
"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look"
"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.
"Yes," the photographer said, "And for more than three hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean squirrels actually chewed on your, um......equipment?"
"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so we can get to work."
"Tripod?????"
"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? ....... My Goodness, she's fainted!!"
Today, I woke up about 6 a.m. but decided to stay in bed. John had wanted to do a power walk but I had told him that if I was up, I would come over otherwise I wanted to sleep in. Well, shortly after 6 a.m., there was a knock at my door. I got up and got dressed and John and I did a power walk for about 2 hours. I think it was a little longer than John expected but we did a little tour of the campus. The YMCA is closed this week for maintenance so we have to improvise. I think John plans on going to another YMCA tomorrow which is 20 miles away. I am not sure if I am up for that. I guess we shall see.
After getting back, I had breakfast (some cereal and a banana). I took a nap, checked my email, and then had lunch (two hot dogs, a yogurt, and a few chips). Then, I was back on my computer and got to chat with Joel for 20 minutes or so. Then, it was time to drink my water and walk over for my treatment. Things went pretty well except that the PC needed to be rebooted during my second side. I had my weekly doctor’s discussion today with nothing much to report. I told the doctor that I had some small pain when urinating but that may be sympathy pains from the stories I had heard from a couple of the other guys here. I also mentioned that I was up twice during the night but that that was not my normal frequency. I also asked her to help out with a difference of opinion concerning a discussion as to whether or not the rectum was being treated. There seemed to be two different opinions. I told Dr. Odem that I thought that only the prostate and ½” outside of it was being treated. She said that was correct. However, part of the very front of the rectum is within ½” of the prostate and so is getting some treatment. Starting with my 29th treatment, only the prostate will be treated.
Tonight, I plan on eating my leftovers from Smokin’ Jacks. There is a couple that is cooking a large meal for some of the other residents. I may have a bowl of ice cream for dessert. I have not talked to John to see what is showing for movie night tomorrow. I guess that is about it for today.
Joke of the Day (WARNING: PG 13!)
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon"
Half an hour later, just by chance a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.
"Good morning, madam. I've come to...."
"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.
"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a specialty of babies"
"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"
After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!"
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me"
"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But, if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven different angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results"
"My, that's a lot of....." gasped Mrs. Smith.
"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure"
"Don't I know it," Mrs. Smith said quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.
"This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London"
"Oh My!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with"
"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look"
"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.
"Yes," the photographer said, "And for more than three hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean squirrels actually chewed on your, um......equipment?"
"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so we can get to work."
"Tripod?????"
"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? ....... My Goodness, she's fainted!!"
Monday, August 25, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 6 - Treatment 22 – Monday, August 25, 2008 (HALF WAY HOME!!!)
I left St. Louis today about 9:15 a.m. and drove back to Bloomington. I had a pretty good trip as I did not get tired or sleepy on the drive back. I stopped for gas and a quick pit stop and got into Bloomington by around 2 p.m. I just started to drink my water when MPRI called and said they wanted to reschedule me for 8 p.m. I said ok. Then, I went to the kitchen and fried up three hamburgers. John ate part of one. Then, John asked if I wanted to go to Marsh’s grocery store. I went with John and picked up some cereal, milk, and ice cream. We came back and Ed asked me if I wanted to go to Smokin’ Jacks. I told Ed I did not plan on going but would go with him. John went along with us. I ordered my regular ½ pound smoked ham sandwich with pepper jack cheese and an ice tea. I brought most of my sandwich back with me to eat tomorrow. I had three glasses of ice tea which I later decided was a mistake. This was around 6 p.m. I came home and then got ready for my 8 p.m. appointment by drinking my 16 ounces of water. I went over 45 minutes early and visited with a couple folks. By 8 p.m., I was about ready to explode. They finally called me in and I got “dressed”. They got everything setup and said they would start the treatment. I waited and waited and thought I was going to die. They came back in and said they had a problem with the PC and had to reboot it but should be ready shortly. They finally got my treatment started. Then, they rotated the beam arm which took a little while and then treated my other side. I finally was able to run to the bathroom. This was my 22nd treatment so I am now officially ½ way home. They reminded me that starting with treatment 29, they would make the treatment area a lot smaller and just treatment the prostate and not the surrounding area. So, I am looking forward to that.
Joke of the Day
Italian math test
An Italian applies for a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test. "Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9."
"Withouta numbers?" the Italian says, "Datsa easy." and he proceeds to draw three trees.
"What's this?" the boss asks. "Are you short of brain?"
"Tree and tree and tree make a nine," says the Italian.
"Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."
The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go."
The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?"
"Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Datsa 99."
The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this guy, so he says, "All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100."
The Italian again stares into space for a few moments, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, "Ere you go. One hundred."
The boss looks at the attempt. "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!"
The Italian leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and says, "A little doga cumma along anda crapa by eacha tree. So now you gota dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, datsa makea one hundred So, when amma I gonna start?"
I left St. Louis today about 9:15 a.m. and drove back to Bloomington. I had a pretty good trip as I did not get tired or sleepy on the drive back. I stopped for gas and a quick pit stop and got into Bloomington by around 2 p.m. I just started to drink my water when MPRI called and said they wanted to reschedule me for 8 p.m. I said ok. Then, I went to the kitchen and fried up three hamburgers. John ate part of one. Then, John asked if I wanted to go to Marsh’s grocery store. I went with John and picked up some cereal, milk, and ice cream. We came back and Ed asked me if I wanted to go to Smokin’ Jacks. I told Ed I did not plan on going but would go with him. John went along with us. I ordered my regular ½ pound smoked ham sandwich with pepper jack cheese and an ice tea. I brought most of my sandwich back with me to eat tomorrow. I had three glasses of ice tea which I later decided was a mistake. This was around 6 p.m. I came home and then got ready for my 8 p.m. appointment by drinking my 16 ounces of water. I went over 45 minutes early and visited with a couple folks. By 8 p.m., I was about ready to explode. They finally called me in and I got “dressed”. They got everything setup and said they would start the treatment. I waited and waited and thought I was going to die. They came back in and said they had a problem with the PC and had to reboot it but should be ready shortly. They finally got my treatment started. Then, they rotated the beam arm which took a little while and then treated my other side. I finally was able to run to the bathroom. This was my 22nd treatment so I am now officially ½ way home. They reminded me that starting with treatment 29, they would make the treatment area a lot smaller and just treatment the prostate and not the surrounding area. So, I am looking forward to that.
Joke of the Day
Italian math test
An Italian applies for a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test. "Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9."
"Withouta numbers?" the Italian says, "Datsa easy." and he proceeds to draw three trees.
"What's this?" the boss asks. "Are you short of brain?"
"Tree and tree and tree make a nine," says the Italian.
"Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."
The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go."
The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?"
"Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Datsa 99."
The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this guy, so he says, "All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100."
The Italian again stares into space for a few moments, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, "Ere you go. One hundred."
The boss looks at the attempt. "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!"
The Italian leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and says, "A little doga cumma along anda crapa by eacha tree. So now you gota dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, datsa makea one hundred So, when amma I gonna start?"
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
MPRI Experience
Week 5 - Treatment 20 – Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Today, my laptop is messed up so I have to write this on the computer in our library. I guess I will need to reload Vista on my laptop when I get home. We made it to the YMCA today but were able to leave late about 8 a.m. Today was our shorter workout (an hour and a half). I did my normal routine and was able to make it through 40 minutes on the steps. When I finished, it said I had walked 196 floors and 4.14 miles. That has been really tough. I feel like quitting about half way through.
I had some cereal before we left for the Y and a couple yogurts after we got back. I got into my treatment 15 minutes early today and was out by about 3:45 p.m. Tonight is movie night and CARS is on the agenda. I may cook up some hamburgers that I got from MPRI. They have a freezer where you can get some free meals if you want. I think Julio is going to be cooking fish tonight so there should be plenty of food. My treatment is tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. and I plan on leaving here after that for a 3 day weekend. I got paid today so that was a nice bonus. I think that is about it for today.
Joke of the Day
Bottom Deodorant
The blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the assistant for some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don't sell bottom deodorant, and never have.
Unfazed, the blonde assures the pharmacist that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis, and would like some more.
"I'm sorry," says the pharmacist, "we don't have any."
"But I always get it here," says the blonde.
"Do you have the container it comes in?"
"Yes!" said the blonde, "I will go and get it."
She returns with the container and hands it to the chemist who looks at it and says to her, "This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant."
The annoyed blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container, "To apply, push up bottom."
Today, my laptop is messed up so I have to write this on the computer in our library. I guess I will need to reload Vista on my laptop when I get home. We made it to the YMCA today but were able to leave late about 8 a.m. Today was our shorter workout (an hour and a half). I did my normal routine and was able to make it through 40 minutes on the steps. When I finished, it said I had walked 196 floors and 4.14 miles. That has been really tough. I feel like quitting about half way through.
I had some cereal before we left for the Y and a couple yogurts after we got back. I got into my treatment 15 minutes early today and was out by about 3:45 p.m. Tonight is movie night and CARS is on the agenda. I may cook up some hamburgers that I got from MPRI. They have a freezer where you can get some free meals if you want. I think Julio is going to be cooking fish tonight so there should be plenty of food. My treatment is tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. and I plan on leaving here after that for a 3 day weekend. I got paid today so that was a nice bonus. I think that is about it for today.
Joke of the Day
Bottom Deodorant
The blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the assistant for some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don't sell bottom deodorant, and never have.
Unfazed, the blonde assures the pharmacist that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis, and would like some more.
"I'm sorry," says the pharmacist, "we don't have any."
"But I always get it here," says the blonde.
"Do you have the container it comes in?"
"Yes!" said the blonde, "I will go and get it."
She returns with the container and hands it to the chemist who looks at it and says to her, "This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant."
The annoyed blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container, "To apply, push up bottom."
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My MPRI Experience - MY Phone Number is 812-855-8468 ext 127
Week 5 - Treatment 19 – Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today, John and I went to the YMCA at 5 a.m. This time, it was my idea as I had my appointment rescheduled for 9:30 a.m. from 4:30 p.m. This time around, I did 40 minutes on the stairs and 10 laps in the pool. I came home and ate breakfast and then went over for my treatment.
I had my weekly doctor meeting which was really short because there was really nothing to report. They just check with us weekly to see if we are having any side effects that need to be addressed. They ask about any burning, or bleeding, or redness, or irritation. I told the doctor I was doing very well. Jeff did the preliminary questions with me before Dr. Odem came it. Jeff and I have a few laughs during my interview. I told him that when I was in the shower at the YMCA this morning, that I had yelled at John and asked him if he would soap up my back??? He got a good laugh out of that. The last question Jeff asked was my weight. I told him I had just taken my weight before he came in. I told him I weighted 200 lbs. in my thong. I was wearing my thongs at the time. Jeff got a good laugh out of that. He said he would tell the doctor that but would not put it down in my record. When Dr. Odem came in, she said Jeff mentioned I weighted 200 lbs. including my thong.
This afternoon, John and I made a run to Blockbuster to get the movie for tomorrow night (Cars) and then made a run to Wal-Mart and Sam’s. At Wal-Mart, I got a new pair of workout shorts and some A&W. At Sam’s, I got a case of popcorn for the MPRI folks. They seemed to like that last time I took over some popcorn.
Yesterday, I found out that at MPRI, in the kid’s area, there is a refrigerator where you can pick up some free food. I may go over with John tonight to see what they have and see what options I have for supper. So, that is about it for today. I need to print out and put up some flies.
Oh, today, I found out that you can actually call Jill’s House and get routed to my room phone during off hours (along with during regular hours) now. We also now have voice mail setup where you can leave a message if you like. The phone number to reach me is 812-855-8468 ext 127. Note that my phone extension is different from my room number (204). I guess that is all the updates for today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A nun was walking in the convent when one of the priests noticed she was gaining a little weight. "Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?" he asked.
"No, Father. Just a little gas," Sister Susan explained.
A month or so later the priest noticed that she had gained even more weight. "Gaining some weight are we Sister Susan?" he asked again.
"Oh no, Father. Just a little gas," she replied again.
A couple of months later the priest noticed Sister Susan pushing a baby carriage around the convent. He leaned over and looked in the carriage and said, "Cute little fart."
Today, John and I went to the YMCA at 5 a.m. This time, it was my idea as I had my appointment rescheduled for 9:30 a.m. from 4:30 p.m. This time around, I did 40 minutes on the stairs and 10 laps in the pool. I came home and ate breakfast and then went over for my treatment.
I had my weekly doctor meeting which was really short because there was really nothing to report. They just check with us weekly to see if we are having any side effects that need to be addressed. They ask about any burning, or bleeding, or redness, or irritation. I told the doctor I was doing very well. Jeff did the preliminary questions with me before Dr. Odem came it. Jeff and I have a few laughs during my interview. I told him that when I was in the shower at the YMCA this morning, that I had yelled at John and asked him if he would soap up my back??? He got a good laugh out of that. The last question Jeff asked was my weight. I told him I had just taken my weight before he came in. I told him I weighted 200 lbs. in my thong. I was wearing my thongs at the time. Jeff got a good laugh out of that. He said he would tell the doctor that but would not put it down in my record. When Dr. Odem came in, she said Jeff mentioned I weighted 200 lbs. including my thong.
This afternoon, John and I made a run to Blockbuster to get the movie for tomorrow night (Cars) and then made a run to Wal-Mart and Sam’s. At Wal-Mart, I got a new pair of workout shorts and some A&W. At Sam’s, I got a case of popcorn for the MPRI folks. They seemed to like that last time I took over some popcorn.
Yesterday, I found out that at MPRI, in the kid’s area, there is a refrigerator where you can pick up some free food. I may go over with John tonight to see what they have and see what options I have for supper. So, that is about it for today. I need to print out and put up some flies.
Oh, today, I found out that you can actually call Jill’s House and get routed to my room phone during off hours (along with during regular hours) now. We also now have voice mail setup where you can leave a message if you like. The phone number to reach me is 812-855-8468 ext 127. Note that my phone extension is different from my room number (204). I guess that is all the updates for today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A nun was walking in the convent when one of the priests noticed she was gaining a little weight. "Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?" he asked.
"No, Father. Just a little gas," Sister Susan explained.
A month or so later the priest noticed that she had gained even more weight. "Gaining some weight are we Sister Susan?" he asked again.
"Oh no, Father. Just a little gas," she replied again.
A couple of months later the priest noticed Sister Susan pushing a baby carriage around the convent. He leaned over and looked in the carriage and said, "Cute little fart."
Monday, August 18, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 5 - Treatment 18 – Monday, August 18, 2008
I got back into Bloomington at around 2:15 p.m. today. I unloaded my car, checked my email, drank my water, and then headed over to MPRI. I took over a case of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookies. They asked if I could rescheduled my 4:30 p.m. appointment tomorrow to 9:30 a.m. which I said was fine. Then, I went to Smokin’ Jacks and found out they no longer have the free meal deal of MPRI folks. The lady at the counter said they had a different boss. When I picked up my food, they said they were trying to work something out via direct mail. So, I guess I will not be at Smokin’ Jacks on Monday evenings any more.
John is supposed to be flying in from Las Vegas tonight. He celebrated his birthday there this weekend. That is about it for today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
One day while driving home from his fishing trip in the pouring rain, a man got a flat tire outside a monastery
A monk came out and invited him inside to have dinner and spend the night. The motorist accepted. That night he had a wonderful dinner of fish and chips.
He decided to compliment the chef. Entering the kitchen, he asked the cook, "Are you the fish friar?"
"No," the man replied, "I'm the chip monk."
I got back into Bloomington at around 2:15 p.m. today. I unloaded my car, checked my email, drank my water, and then headed over to MPRI. I took over a case of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookies. They asked if I could rescheduled my 4:30 p.m. appointment tomorrow to 9:30 a.m. which I said was fine. Then, I went to Smokin’ Jacks and found out they no longer have the free meal deal of MPRI folks. The lady at the counter said they had a different boss. When I picked up my food, they said they were trying to work something out via direct mail. So, I guess I will not be at Smokin’ Jacks on Monday evenings any more.
John is supposed to be flying in from Las Vegas tonight. He celebrated his birthday there this weekend. That is about it for today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
One day while driving home from his fishing trip in the pouring rain, a man got a flat tire outside a monastery
A monk came out and invited him inside to have dinner and spend the night. The motorist accepted. That night he had a wonderful dinner of fish and chips.
He decided to compliment the chef. Entering the kitchen, he asked the cook, "Are you the fish friar?"
"No," the man replied, "I'm the chip monk."
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 4 - Treatment 16 – Thursday, August 14, 2008
Last night’s movie was the Bucket List. I had seen it before but it was pretty good. Avery interesting movie for a residence full of cancer patients to watch. Today, we did our YMCA routine again. This was our long workout day so I got to swim 9 laps. Then, we swung by Blockbuster to return some of John’s movies. I got a call from the Landmark Collision Repair Center letting me know that my car was ready. John dropped me by there so I could pick up my car.
I ate breakfast and lunch together. Then, did some of my normal routine – checking my email, answering a few questions around here, and drying out my workout stuff. I called and talked to Gary Nachtigal today to see how he was going. He was just recovering from his cancer surgery. It sounds like he is going home tomorrow.
My treatment today was about 20 minutes late but I did not have any problem with that. One of the RNs (Courtney) came out and chatted in the waiting room for a few minutes. She said she was on break. I mentioned that I thought I was having problems with my treatment and it was causing some me some redness. Then, I pulled up my shirt and showed her my sun burnt (red) chest with the white strips. Then, Amy (a really, really, young woman) came out to escort me back to the changing room. I was on the phone and ended the conversation with “I need to go now – there is a young lady here that wants me to get ready”. Then, I asked her “Who drives you to work?” Amy informed me that she was 23. I told her she did not look a day – before I could finish Amy said 18 – I said no 14!
After changing, it was off to the to the treatment room. I had a new “girl” doing the balloon insert. Just after she started putting it in, I yelled something like “OUCH!” She about fell over. I asked her if she dropped the balloon. Then, I said not that it would go anyplace. She just said I was not supposed to do that to her. That was the extent of my fun at MPRI for the day.
I came back and ate supper at around 6 p.m. The kitchen was pretty disserted. I am not sure where everyone was. John said he had checked several times but no one was around. I hung around down in the kitchen area and then folks started showing up around 6:30 or so. Then, I headed back to my room so I could update my blog and get ready for tomorrow. My treatment is scheduled for 9:30 a.m. so I hope to be on the road home shortly after that.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
The Blonde and the Blinker
Two blondes were driving down the road.
The blonde driving looks at her friend in the passenger seat and asks her to see if her blinker is working. So the blonde looks out the window and says, ''Yes. No. Yes. No.''
Last night’s movie was the Bucket List. I had seen it before but it was pretty good. Avery interesting movie for a residence full of cancer patients to watch. Today, we did our YMCA routine again. This was our long workout day so I got to swim 9 laps. Then, we swung by Blockbuster to return some of John’s movies. I got a call from the Landmark Collision Repair Center letting me know that my car was ready. John dropped me by there so I could pick up my car.
I ate breakfast and lunch together. Then, did some of my normal routine – checking my email, answering a few questions around here, and drying out my workout stuff. I called and talked to Gary Nachtigal today to see how he was going. He was just recovering from his cancer surgery. It sounds like he is going home tomorrow.
My treatment today was about 20 minutes late but I did not have any problem with that. One of the RNs (Courtney) came out and chatted in the waiting room for a few minutes. She said she was on break. I mentioned that I thought I was having problems with my treatment and it was causing some me some redness. Then, I pulled up my shirt and showed her my sun burnt (red) chest with the white strips. Then, Amy (a really, really, young woman) came out to escort me back to the changing room. I was on the phone and ended the conversation with “I need to go now – there is a young lady here that wants me to get ready”. Then, I asked her “Who drives you to work?” Amy informed me that she was 23. I told her she did not look a day – before I could finish Amy said 18 – I said no 14!
After changing, it was off to the to the treatment room. I had a new “girl” doing the balloon insert. Just after she started putting it in, I yelled something like “OUCH!” She about fell over. I asked her if she dropped the balloon. Then, I said not that it would go anyplace. She just said I was not supposed to do that to her. That was the extent of my fun at MPRI for the day.
I came back and ate supper at around 6 p.m. The kitchen was pretty disserted. I am not sure where everyone was. John said he had checked several times but no one was around. I hung around down in the kitchen area and then folks started showing up around 6:30 or so. Then, I headed back to my room so I could update my blog and get ready for tomorrow. My treatment is scheduled for 9:30 a.m. so I hope to be on the road home shortly after that.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
The Blonde and the Blinker
Two blondes were driving down the road.
The blonde driving looks at her friend in the passenger seat and asks her to see if her blinker is working. So the blonde looks out the window and says, ''Yes. No. Yes. No.''
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 4 - Treatment 15 – Wednesday, August 13, 2008
It is about 20 minutes until our movie starts so I will try to make this quick. This has been another beautiful day. I got to sleep in alittle – we left for the YMCA today at around 6 a.m. I have determined a regular workout pattern now. I do about an hour on the weight machines and then 30 minutes on the stair stepper machine. Man, now, that is a workout. Then, if it is one of our long days, I can hit the pool and “swim” for 20-30 minutes. So, that is my YMCA routine. We got back to Jill’s house I think shortly after 8 a.m. I had a bowl of multi-grain Cheerios. For lunch, I had an apple and something else (which I can’t remember).
Tonight, Tom & Sara invited me to eat with them. I had some soup with tomatoes, cabbage, bean, turkey beef, and a few other items. I had some sour dough bread and a piece of cantaloupe. I decided I need to get some sun today, so I was out on our deck for about three hours and am now a nice light shade of red. I am hoping it does not bother me as I have not really been out in the sun for years. I did not use any sun lotion so hope I will be able to sleep tonight. It does not seem to bother me right now. I may try to do this tomorrow too if I am feeling ok. My stomach looks very interesting. I was sitting in a chair this whole time and I guess my stomach was “folded” over a little. When I got up to walk inside, I have these little streaks of white skin going across my stomach. If I did not know better I would say I was related to a zebra. So, I guess I will keep my shirt on while I am around other folks.
Yesterday, I received a call from the Disability Center requesting a status update. I called them and told them they would be getting an updated treatment schedule and notes from my doctor’s meeting yesterday. I also told them that I had faxed them some info two weeks ago. I got a call from Keith Adams today and talked with him. He told me that my disability was approved through 9-22. I told him he should have received some updated information today. He said he had not but that I was still approved through 9-22. When I got to MPRI, they gave me a copy of the info they has faxed this morning. I called the Disability Center again and they had indicated they had not received anything. I told them it had been faxed at 10:11 EST but that my case number was not on it. I told Jennifer at MPRI to make sure the next update had my case number on it and also to mention that my treatments would last at least through 9-25 (3 treatment days will be added to that week since they were down last Friday, have a maintenance day on 8-22, and will be closed on Labor Day).
So, I guess that is about it for today. I hope I can talk John into going to the YMCA at 8 a.m. tomorrow since his treatment is not until 8:30 P.M. That would give me another full night of sleep. Well, I guess I will go see what is showing tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
Man, Woman, Sleeping Compartment
A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves in the same sleeping carriage of a train. After the initial embarrassment they both go to sleep, the woman on the top bunk, the man on the lower. In the middle of the night the woman leans over, wakes the man and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully cold and I was wondering if you could possibly get me another blanket."
The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've got a better idea... just for tonight, let's pretend we're married."
The woman thinks for a moment. "Why not," she giggles.
"Great," he replies, "Get your own darn blanket!"
It is about 20 minutes until our movie starts so I will try to make this quick. This has been another beautiful day. I got to sleep in alittle – we left for the YMCA today at around 6 a.m. I have determined a regular workout pattern now. I do about an hour on the weight machines and then 30 minutes on the stair stepper machine. Man, now, that is a workout. Then, if it is one of our long days, I can hit the pool and “swim” for 20-30 minutes. So, that is my YMCA routine. We got back to Jill’s house I think shortly after 8 a.m. I had a bowl of multi-grain Cheerios. For lunch, I had an apple and something else (which I can’t remember).
Tonight, Tom & Sara invited me to eat with them. I had some soup with tomatoes, cabbage, bean, turkey beef, and a few other items. I had some sour dough bread and a piece of cantaloupe. I decided I need to get some sun today, so I was out on our deck for about three hours and am now a nice light shade of red. I am hoping it does not bother me as I have not really been out in the sun for years. I did not use any sun lotion so hope I will be able to sleep tonight. It does not seem to bother me right now. I may try to do this tomorrow too if I am feeling ok. My stomach looks very interesting. I was sitting in a chair this whole time and I guess my stomach was “folded” over a little. When I got up to walk inside, I have these little streaks of white skin going across my stomach. If I did not know better I would say I was related to a zebra. So, I guess I will keep my shirt on while I am around other folks.
Yesterday, I received a call from the Disability Center requesting a status update. I called them and told them they would be getting an updated treatment schedule and notes from my doctor’s meeting yesterday. I also told them that I had faxed them some info two weeks ago. I got a call from Keith Adams today and talked with him. He told me that my disability was approved through 9-22. I told him he should have received some updated information today. He said he had not but that I was still approved through 9-22. When I got to MPRI, they gave me a copy of the info they has faxed this morning. I called the Disability Center again and they had indicated they had not received anything. I told them it had been faxed at 10:11 EST but that my case number was not on it. I told Jennifer at MPRI to make sure the next update had my case number on it and also to mention that my treatments would last at least through 9-25 (3 treatment days will be added to that week since they were down last Friday, have a maintenance day on 8-22, and will be closed on Labor Day).
So, I guess that is about it for today. I hope I can talk John into going to the YMCA at 8 a.m. tomorrow since his treatment is not until 8:30 P.M. That would give me another full night of sleep. Well, I guess I will go see what is showing tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
Man, Woman, Sleeping Compartment
A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves in the same sleeping carriage of a train. After the initial embarrassment they both go to sleep, the woman on the top bunk, the man on the lower. In the middle of the night the woman leans over, wakes the man and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully cold and I was wondering if you could possibly get me another blanket."
The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've got a better idea... just for tonight, let's pretend we're married."
The woman thinks for a moment. "Why not," she giggles.
"Great," he replies, "Get your own darn blanket!"
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 4 - Treatment 14 – Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Last night I did make it to Smokin’ Jacks. I stopped by John’s room on my way back to mine and knocked on his door. I did not expect him to be in but about the time I was going into my room, John answered his. I reminded him about Smokin’ Jacks and he said he had forgotten about that but was really hungry. I told him that the treatment room one was down and had been all day so he would not be getting his treatment today. He doubled checked to make sure and then we were off to Smokin’ Jacks. We got there after 5 p.m. so there were 10-12 people in line ahead of us. I ordered the Smoked Ham ½ pound sandwich, a side salad, French fries, green beans, peach cobbler, and a large sweet tea. If I continue to eat like this, I should be around 300 pounds by the end of September. Then, I think I will change my name to “Tiny”! The food as usual was great! I did end up bringing back about ¼ of my sandwich which I finished up at lunch today.
Today, I got to sleep in again. John & I left for the YMCA around 8 a.m. We had a good workout – a little over two hours. Then, we made a quick trip to Sam’s. I bought some more chocolate chunk cookies, some Danish chocolate cookies, and a gallon of milk. I will be taking the chocolate chunk cookies over to the evening shift today.
When we got back from Sam’s, it was lunch time. First, I had breakfast (a bowl of my multi-grain Cheerios (my first time – they were pretty good). Then, I had lunch, the rest of my Smokin’ Jack’s smoked ham sandwich. Other than going through my mail and chatting with a few folks that is about it for today. I just finished up my water and so will be heading over to MPRI soon as my treatment is in just a little over an hour. I will be walking over there as my car is in the shop. Yesterday, it only took me a little over 10 minutes to walk over there. Oh, I did check the mail today and Zack’s John Deere Prayer blanket came today. So, I hope to see Zack soon. I will take that and my camera over to MPRI in case Zack is there. I will plan on posting some pictures online later today.
I did finally get a chance to talk to Joel today. He seems to be doing well and is working on trying to get trained for his new job but his boss has been on vacation. I am not exactly sure how this new job will work out (mainly in terms of hours and regularity). Joel is supposed to be teaching English. I guess we shall see. That is it for now. I hope to get a chance to work with my GPS tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
In a murder trial...
In a murder trial, the defense attorney was cross-examining the coroner:
Attorney: Before you signed the death certificate, had you taken the pulse?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you listen to the heart?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you check for breathing?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: So, when you signed the death certificate, you weren''t sure the man was dead, were you?
Coroner: Well, let me put it this way. The man's brain was sitting in a jar on my desk. But I guess it's possible he could be out there practicing law somewhere.
Last night I did make it to Smokin’ Jacks. I stopped by John’s room on my way back to mine and knocked on his door. I did not expect him to be in but about the time I was going into my room, John answered his. I reminded him about Smokin’ Jacks and he said he had forgotten about that but was really hungry. I told him that the treatment room one was down and had been all day so he would not be getting his treatment today. He doubled checked to make sure and then we were off to Smokin’ Jacks. We got there after 5 p.m. so there were 10-12 people in line ahead of us. I ordered the Smoked Ham ½ pound sandwich, a side salad, French fries, green beans, peach cobbler, and a large sweet tea. If I continue to eat like this, I should be around 300 pounds by the end of September. Then, I think I will change my name to “Tiny”! The food as usual was great! I did end up bringing back about ¼ of my sandwich which I finished up at lunch today.
Today, I got to sleep in again. John & I left for the YMCA around 8 a.m. We had a good workout – a little over two hours. Then, we made a quick trip to Sam’s. I bought some more chocolate chunk cookies, some Danish chocolate cookies, and a gallon of milk. I will be taking the chocolate chunk cookies over to the evening shift today.
When we got back from Sam’s, it was lunch time. First, I had breakfast (a bowl of my multi-grain Cheerios (my first time – they were pretty good). Then, I had lunch, the rest of my Smokin’ Jack’s smoked ham sandwich. Other than going through my mail and chatting with a few folks that is about it for today. I just finished up my water and so will be heading over to MPRI soon as my treatment is in just a little over an hour. I will be walking over there as my car is in the shop. Yesterday, it only took me a little over 10 minutes to walk over there. Oh, I did check the mail today and Zack’s John Deere Prayer blanket came today. So, I hope to see Zack soon. I will take that and my camera over to MPRI in case Zack is there. I will plan on posting some pictures online later today.
I did finally get a chance to talk to Joel today. He seems to be doing well and is working on trying to get trained for his new job but his boss has been on vacation. I am not exactly sure how this new job will work out (mainly in terms of hours and regularity). Joel is supposed to be teaching English. I guess we shall see. That is it for now. I hope to get a chance to work with my GPS tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
In a murder trial...
In a murder trial, the defense attorney was cross-examining the coroner:
Attorney: Before you signed the death certificate, had you taken the pulse?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you listen to the heart?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you check for breathing?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: So, when you signed the death certificate, you weren''t sure the man was dead, were you?
Coroner: Well, let me put it this way. The man's brain was sitting in a jar on my desk. But I guess it's possible he could be out there practicing law somewhere.
Monday, August 11, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 3 – No Treatment – Friday, August 8, 2008 & Week 4 - Treatment 13 – Monday, August 11, 2008
It has been an interested few days. On Friday, John & I headed out to the YMCA at 5 a.m. John had an 8:30 a.m. appointment as he was flying home for the weekend. We got back to Jill’s House about 7:45 a.m. John dropped me off and headed over to MPRI. He came back about 20 minutes later saying that they had a water problem and there would be no treatments at least until noon and maybe until 4 p.m.. I drove over to drop off my cookies and popcorn and see if I could just head home instead of wait for my 3:30 appointment. When I got there, they indicated there would be no treatments until 4 p.m. I told them I was leaving town and someone could have my 3:30 appointment. They said that would be fine.
I came back to Jill’s house and did a quick packing job and was on the road by 8:15 a.m. CST. My GPS was scheduled to show up Friday so I told them; they could just put it in my room. I had a good trip back to St. Louis and got there early enough for Jeff & I to go out to lunch at Hunan and Peking. After lunch, we drove to Sam’s to check on his car. We could not jump start it and so had the Sam’s folks check the battery. They said it was done. We had some discussions with the Sam’s folks (our battery had one month left on its warranty so there was not much of a pro-rate left). Anyway, we ended up with a new battery and Jeff drove home.
I worked on paying bills the rest of the afternoon. Friday evening, John Russo called and he wanted to get away from his kitchen re-modeling project so we got together for supper and the evening. We had the normal hard time trying to determine where to eat at since we all are trying to eat healthy. We ended up at Tucker’s which we thought would be full. However, they had room for us out in their patio area. It was a beautiful evening. The weather was just perfect. We all found some wonderful food on the menu (a couple salads and a sandwich). It was very good. Then, we went back home and chatted while having the Olympics on muted in the background. It was a very enjoyable evening.
Saturday I got to sleep in. Linda got up and went to work while I decided to try to figure out what to do with Jeff’s car. It had really gotten to be a royal pain. The hood was dented, the spark plugs and wires always seemed to need to be replaced ($200-$400), the trunk lift did not work, the mirror had a plastic piece broke off, the air conditioner did not work, and it needed about $1,000 worth of work before Firestone would even align the tires. We had thought about giving it away or selling it for a couple hundred dollars. I checked Edmunds and found out that it had a trade in value of around $1600 (but that was before taking off all the other repair items).
After checking the newspapers for used cars and seeing that people wanted $17000 for a used 2008 Toyota Corolla LE, I decided to get a quote from Sam’s Auto Buying club. When I did not get a quote back from Lou Fusz Toyota, I decided to go see James at West County Toyota. I told James I wanted to only spend $15,000 along with my trade on a new car. Unfortunately, I had checked online and saw one dealer only had one LE, another had two, and West County was also supposed to have two. When James checked, he found only one LE (black) on the lot. So, I knew I did not have a lot of negotiating power. They were selling the Corollas almost as fast as they came in.
I was really not planning on buying a car but thought I would at least check as I really wanted to get rid of Jeff’s car. At first they offered me $750 for Jeff’s car. That left us about $2,000 plus apart. I told them we were too far apart. I offered $15,500 but figured they would not take it. They didn’t. Then I asked to see the invoice for the car. I ended up paying more than I wanted to BUT they finally gave me $2300 trade in for Jeff’s car. Part of the deal was to finance it through them (wonderful). Because of my poor credit score, I got a 10% + interest rate. However, when I was signing the loan papers, the finance guy said that if I bought “gap” coverage for $595, I could get an 8% + rate. I said all I cared about was my final payment. He said with the gap coverage and lower interest rate, my payment would actually be less. I can pay the car off at any time. Also, if I pay it off within 30 days, I get all of my gap payment back. I will get a prorated gap payment back based on the number of months I have had the coverage so it sounded like a good deal. Anyway, I am planning on paying off the car within 30 days so I get all the gap payment back. I will work on getting the car payment or credit card payment money when that day comes. So, anyway, Saturday, I got rid of Jeff’s old car.
Saturday evening Jodi and I went out to PF Changs and then to the Muny to see Fiddler On The Roof (Jodi’s favorite). It was very late so we decided to leave at intermission as Jodi had to dog / house sit and had a big day ahead at church.
Sunday was the Raschers going away party. Jodi and I went to the Salon Market to pick up 115 sandwiches. Then, it was back to church for the party. I stayed around for the party and then went home to pack to return to Bloomington. I had to go by Sam’s to swap cars with Jeff. When I got to Sam’s, I could not find Jeff’s car. I called him and he was at Burger King. We swapped cars and then I was off to Bloomington. I got here around 8 p.m. EST. It took me around 4hours. It was not a bad trip but I was a little tired at the beginning.
This morning, I was able to sleep in until about 7:30 a.m. Randy drove me to the Landmark Collusion Repair shop when I dropped off my car to get some body work done. I was wearing one of my Hawaiian silk shirts. After we left, I went back in to ask if there was a post office around. There were about 5 guys in there laughing. I said “You guys aren’t laughing at me are you?” They said “Oh, no!” Then one of them asked where I had gotten my shirt. I am not sure what I said other than this is one of my best / favorite shirts. My one thought was that I am secure in Christ Jesus. I will be praying for those guys.
I got directions to the Post Office and was able to mail my software package to my brother in Aberdeen. I had tried to mail this Sunday on my way out of town but the Post Office that I mail stuff at removed their automated parcel post machine and even removed their stamp machine. So, the package had to travel to Bloomington with me. I am doing laundry now and then will try to do some other “work” I have to do before my 4 p.m. treatment. I will be without a car at least until probably late Thursday. That should not be a problem as I do not go much of any place. I will need to see about getting a ride to Smokin’ Jacks tonight. John is supposed to be getting back in town late this afternoon. So, that is it for now.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A little girl asked her mother, "How did the human race appear?"
The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve, and they had children. That's how all mankind was made."
Two days later, the little girl asked her father the same question.
The father answered, "Many years ago, there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."
The confused little girl returned to her mother and asked, "Mom how is it possible that you told me that the human race was created by God, and Papa says they were developed from monkeys."
The mother answered, "Well dear, it is very simple. I told you about the origin of my side of the family, and your father told you about his side."
How to Dance in the Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!
It has been an interested few days. On Friday, John & I headed out to the YMCA at 5 a.m. John had an 8:30 a.m. appointment as he was flying home for the weekend. We got back to Jill’s House about 7:45 a.m. John dropped me off and headed over to MPRI. He came back about 20 minutes later saying that they had a water problem and there would be no treatments at least until noon and maybe until 4 p.m.. I drove over to drop off my cookies and popcorn and see if I could just head home instead of wait for my 3:30 appointment. When I got there, they indicated there would be no treatments until 4 p.m. I told them I was leaving town and someone could have my 3:30 appointment. They said that would be fine.
I came back to Jill’s house and did a quick packing job and was on the road by 8:15 a.m. CST. My GPS was scheduled to show up Friday so I told them; they could just put it in my room. I had a good trip back to St. Louis and got there early enough for Jeff & I to go out to lunch at Hunan and Peking. After lunch, we drove to Sam’s to check on his car. We could not jump start it and so had the Sam’s folks check the battery. They said it was done. We had some discussions with the Sam’s folks (our battery had one month left on its warranty so there was not much of a pro-rate left). Anyway, we ended up with a new battery and Jeff drove home.
I worked on paying bills the rest of the afternoon. Friday evening, John Russo called and he wanted to get away from his kitchen re-modeling project so we got together for supper and the evening. We had the normal hard time trying to determine where to eat at since we all are trying to eat healthy. We ended up at Tucker’s which we thought would be full. However, they had room for us out in their patio area. It was a beautiful evening. The weather was just perfect. We all found some wonderful food on the menu (a couple salads and a sandwich). It was very good. Then, we went back home and chatted while having the Olympics on muted in the background. It was a very enjoyable evening.
Saturday I got to sleep in. Linda got up and went to work while I decided to try to figure out what to do with Jeff’s car. It had really gotten to be a royal pain. The hood was dented, the spark plugs and wires always seemed to need to be replaced ($200-$400), the trunk lift did not work, the mirror had a plastic piece broke off, the air conditioner did not work, and it needed about $1,000 worth of work before Firestone would even align the tires. We had thought about giving it away or selling it for a couple hundred dollars. I checked Edmunds and found out that it had a trade in value of around $1600 (but that was before taking off all the other repair items).
After checking the newspapers for used cars and seeing that people wanted $17000 for a used 2008 Toyota Corolla LE, I decided to get a quote from Sam’s Auto Buying club. When I did not get a quote back from Lou Fusz Toyota, I decided to go see James at West County Toyota. I told James I wanted to only spend $15,000 along with my trade on a new car. Unfortunately, I had checked online and saw one dealer only had one LE, another had two, and West County was also supposed to have two. When James checked, he found only one LE (black) on the lot. So, I knew I did not have a lot of negotiating power. They were selling the Corollas almost as fast as they came in.
I was really not planning on buying a car but thought I would at least check as I really wanted to get rid of Jeff’s car. At first they offered me $750 for Jeff’s car. That left us about $2,000 plus apart. I told them we were too far apart. I offered $15,500 but figured they would not take it. They didn’t. Then I asked to see the invoice for the car. I ended up paying more than I wanted to BUT they finally gave me $2300 trade in for Jeff’s car. Part of the deal was to finance it through them (wonderful). Because of my poor credit score, I got a 10% + interest rate. However, when I was signing the loan papers, the finance guy said that if I bought “gap” coverage for $595, I could get an 8% + rate. I said all I cared about was my final payment. He said with the gap coverage and lower interest rate, my payment would actually be less. I can pay the car off at any time. Also, if I pay it off within 30 days, I get all of my gap payment back. I will get a prorated gap payment back based on the number of months I have had the coverage so it sounded like a good deal. Anyway, I am planning on paying off the car within 30 days so I get all the gap payment back. I will work on getting the car payment or credit card payment money when that day comes. So, anyway, Saturday, I got rid of Jeff’s old car.
Saturday evening Jodi and I went out to PF Changs and then to the Muny to see Fiddler On The Roof (Jodi’s favorite). It was very late so we decided to leave at intermission as Jodi had to dog / house sit and had a big day ahead at church.
Sunday was the Raschers going away party. Jodi and I went to the Salon Market to pick up 115 sandwiches. Then, it was back to church for the party. I stayed around for the party and then went home to pack to return to Bloomington. I had to go by Sam’s to swap cars with Jeff. When I got to Sam’s, I could not find Jeff’s car. I called him and he was at Burger King. We swapped cars and then I was off to Bloomington. I got here around 8 p.m. EST. It took me around 4hours. It was not a bad trip but I was a little tired at the beginning.
This morning, I was able to sleep in until about 7:30 a.m. Randy drove me to the Landmark Collusion Repair shop when I dropped off my car to get some body work done. I was wearing one of my Hawaiian silk shirts. After we left, I went back in to ask if there was a post office around. There were about 5 guys in there laughing. I said “You guys aren’t laughing at me are you?” They said “Oh, no!” Then one of them asked where I had gotten my shirt. I am not sure what I said other than this is one of my best / favorite shirts. My one thought was that I am secure in Christ Jesus. I will be praying for those guys.
I got directions to the Post Office and was able to mail my software package to my brother in Aberdeen. I had tried to mail this Sunday on my way out of town but the Post Office that I mail stuff at removed their automated parcel post machine and even removed their stamp machine. So, the package had to travel to Bloomington with me. I am doing laundry now and then will try to do some other “work” I have to do before my 4 p.m. treatment. I will be without a car at least until probably late Thursday. That should not be a problem as I do not go much of any place. I will need to see about getting a ride to Smokin’ Jacks tonight. John is supposed to be getting back in town late this afternoon. So, that is it for now.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A little girl asked her mother, "How did the human race appear?"
The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve, and they had children. That's how all mankind was made."
Two days later, the little girl asked her father the same question.
The father answered, "Many years ago, there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."
The confused little girl returned to her mother and asked, "Mom how is it possible that you told me that the human race was created by God, and Papa says they were developed from monkeys."
The mother answered, "Well dear, it is very simple. I told you about the origin of my side of the family, and your father told you about his side."
How to Dance in the Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 3 - Treatment 12– Thursday, August 7, 2008
Today was a great day! I got to sleep in until 7:30 a.m. as John said we could go to the YMCA at 10 a.m. instead of 5. It was wonderful! I had a leisurely breakfast. We picked up another John to go with us. After the YMCA, we came back and had lunch. Julio had some more of his wonderful soup that we were treated to. Then, I had my treatment at 3:30 and actually got in early. Tonight, we had a big meal with everyone in the house to celebrate Ed’s 69th birthday. Ed is one of our newer residents would just moved in this week from the St. Louis area.
After my treatment, I make a Sam’s run to buy some stuff for my MPRI buddies. I bought some animal crackers, Famous Amos cookies, some goldfish, some imported Danish butter cookies, some European Chocolate cookies from Belgium, some jelly beans, some runts, 2 dozen chunky chocolate chip cookies, and some laffy taffy. Tomorrow, I plan on taking in the chocolate chip cookies and maybe the laffy taffy. I will plan on taking in one of the other things each week. I showed John what I had bought and he wanted to know if we could buy something from me to take over to them. So, he bought the Belgian chocolate cookies. He told me when he got back that they were a big hit.
We had Ed’s birthday meal tonight. I was in charge of grilling the chicken, pork chops, and hot dogs. We had lots of food – two pies and a birthday cake. It was quite a deal. I will be heading to bed shortly as John and I are heading to the YMCA at 5 a.m. in the morning. John has an 8;:30 a.m. treatment as he is flying home for the weekend. Next weekend, for his birthday, he is flying to Las Vegas.
Jeff just called me from Sam’s. His car will not start. It sounds like he has a run down battery. He is trying to jump it now with Jodi’s car. He is going to call me back if he gets his car started. Jeff did not get his car started. It looks like we will need to do some car shopping again since it sounds like Jodi will be around for awhile. More fun stuff. I guess I better get to bed as morning comes early around here.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car… and you know how you just get sooo stressed out and life- stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it… he was a DWARF!
He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, “I AM NOT HAPPY!”
So, I look down at him and say, “Well, which one are you then?”
… and that's when the fight started.
Today was a great day! I got to sleep in until 7:30 a.m. as John said we could go to the YMCA at 10 a.m. instead of 5. It was wonderful! I had a leisurely breakfast. We picked up another John to go with us. After the YMCA, we came back and had lunch. Julio had some more of his wonderful soup that we were treated to. Then, I had my treatment at 3:30 and actually got in early. Tonight, we had a big meal with everyone in the house to celebrate Ed’s 69th birthday. Ed is one of our newer residents would just moved in this week from the St. Louis area.
After my treatment, I make a Sam’s run to buy some stuff for my MPRI buddies. I bought some animal crackers, Famous Amos cookies, some goldfish, some imported Danish butter cookies, some European Chocolate cookies from Belgium, some jelly beans, some runts, 2 dozen chunky chocolate chip cookies, and some laffy taffy. Tomorrow, I plan on taking in the chocolate chip cookies and maybe the laffy taffy. I will plan on taking in one of the other things each week. I showed John what I had bought and he wanted to know if we could buy something from me to take over to them. So, he bought the Belgian chocolate cookies. He told me when he got back that they were a big hit.
We had Ed’s birthday meal tonight. I was in charge of grilling the chicken, pork chops, and hot dogs. We had lots of food – two pies and a birthday cake. It was quite a deal. I will be heading to bed shortly as John and I are heading to the YMCA at 5 a.m. in the morning. John has an 8;:30 a.m. treatment as he is flying home for the weekend. Next weekend, for his birthday, he is flying to Las Vegas.
Jeff just called me from Sam’s. His car will not start. It sounds like he has a run down battery. He is trying to jump it now with Jodi’s car. He is going to call me back if he gets his car started. Jeff did not get his car started. It looks like we will need to do some car shopping again since it sounds like Jodi will be around for awhile. More fun stuff. I guess I better get to bed as morning comes early around here.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car… and you know how you just get sooo stressed out and life- stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it… he was a DWARF!
He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, “I AM NOT HAPPY!”
So, I look down at him and say, “Well, which one are you then?”
… and that's when the fight started.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 3 - Treatment Ten – Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Last night, we saw the Bee Movie. It was a hit with the kids. We had movie night on Tuesday since Addyson and her family are leaving Bloomington today. We also celebrated with brownies as the doctor said Addyson could have brownies again now. We had them made with peanut butter chips in them. They were really good.
Today, I got up before 5 a.m. (again) and we headed out to the gym around 5 a.m. Today was John’s two hour workout so I had some extra time. When we checked in, I asked John when the next people from MPRI signed in. He said 11 a.m. I told him that was more normal. John asked the lady at the desk if it was crowded later. She said no, it was dead later. So, I think John is thinking about the possibility of going later. I will need to keep working on him.
I started swimming at the end of my workout last Friday. I “swam” two laps on Friday, three laps on Tuesday, and six laps today. It is funny but I do not seem to be losing any weight. For breakfast today, I had some cherries and a cup of coffee. I used my natural sugar today and my coffee tasted terrible. I am not sure if it was the sugar, coffee, or milk I used.
I was so tied today that I went to my room to take a nap. I was in bed about two hours when I received a call from State Farm to verify the details of my car accident. I said I had backed into another one of our cars that was parked in our driveway. So, it sounds like my claim will be approved. I had told Randy (my State Farm agent) that there we two separate incidents – one where a shopping cart had been rammed into the front drivers door some time earlier. He indicated they would cover it under one claim. Then, when the lady called today, she asked if there was any damage to the car BEFORE the accident. I again indicated that the front door had been damaged by a shopping cart. So, right now, it sounds like this will be covered under one incident and so I should only have to pay m $250 deductable. I am supposed to drove the car off here in Bloomington early (8 a.m.) Monday morning. They said I would get it back by Friday. So, I guess I will be staying close to home next week. I will also have to arrange for a ride to the repair place on Monday and then trips to MPRI or else just leave early and walk over there.
I was going to finish up my ribs for lunch today but Angelina and Julio had made a huge pot of chicken vegetable soup. They took most of it over to MPRI for the nurses but left the rest for us to eat. I had two big bowls of soup with a cherry chaser.
Last night I heard that one of the MPRI patients (not living here) played a joke on some of the MPRI folks. He bought a pair of “googely” eyes and somehow attached them to the bottom part of his body. So, when the nurse went to insert his balloon, she got a little surprise. So, I am sure that caused a little discussion with the nurses.
Today, we are saying good-bye to Addyson, Cody, and Melissa as they are leaving to go back home. Addison has been such a joy to be around and Cody has always been up to play a game on the Wii. I know it will be a little quieter here now and a little more lonely. But I am sure Zack will do his best to fill in until we get another child at Jill’s house. So, that is the latest as of right now. It looks like I will have ribs for supper tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY! (WARNING PG 13)
A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"
"That's easy; he's a midget with a speech impediment."
So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse.
"A female horth."
So he shows him a prized filly.
"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"?
So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.
"Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth"?
So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.
"Nith earzth, can I see her mouf"?
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nice mouf, can I see her twat"?
Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I should rephrase that.
Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?
Last night, we saw the Bee Movie. It was a hit with the kids. We had movie night on Tuesday since Addyson and her family are leaving Bloomington today. We also celebrated with brownies as the doctor said Addyson could have brownies again now. We had them made with peanut butter chips in them. They were really good.
Today, I got up before 5 a.m. (again) and we headed out to the gym around 5 a.m. Today was John’s two hour workout so I had some extra time. When we checked in, I asked John when the next people from MPRI signed in. He said 11 a.m. I told him that was more normal. John asked the lady at the desk if it was crowded later. She said no, it was dead later. So, I think John is thinking about the possibility of going later. I will need to keep working on him.
I started swimming at the end of my workout last Friday. I “swam” two laps on Friday, three laps on Tuesday, and six laps today. It is funny but I do not seem to be losing any weight. For breakfast today, I had some cherries and a cup of coffee. I used my natural sugar today and my coffee tasted terrible. I am not sure if it was the sugar, coffee, or milk I used.
I was so tied today that I went to my room to take a nap. I was in bed about two hours when I received a call from State Farm to verify the details of my car accident. I said I had backed into another one of our cars that was parked in our driveway. So, it sounds like my claim will be approved. I had told Randy (my State Farm agent) that there we two separate incidents – one where a shopping cart had been rammed into the front drivers door some time earlier. He indicated they would cover it under one claim. Then, when the lady called today, she asked if there was any damage to the car BEFORE the accident. I again indicated that the front door had been damaged by a shopping cart. So, right now, it sounds like this will be covered under one incident and so I should only have to pay m $250 deductable. I am supposed to drove the car off here in Bloomington early (8 a.m.) Monday morning. They said I would get it back by Friday. So, I guess I will be staying close to home next week. I will also have to arrange for a ride to the repair place on Monday and then trips to MPRI or else just leave early and walk over there.
I was going to finish up my ribs for lunch today but Angelina and Julio had made a huge pot of chicken vegetable soup. They took most of it over to MPRI for the nurses but left the rest for us to eat. I had two big bowls of soup with a cherry chaser.
Last night I heard that one of the MPRI patients (not living here) played a joke on some of the MPRI folks. He bought a pair of “googely” eyes and somehow attached them to the bottom part of his body. So, when the nurse went to insert his balloon, she got a little surprise. So, I am sure that caused a little discussion with the nurses.
Today, we are saying good-bye to Addyson, Cody, and Melissa as they are leaving to go back home. Addison has been such a joy to be around and Cody has always been up to play a game on the Wii. I know it will be a little quieter here now and a little more lonely. But I am sure Zack will do his best to fill in until we get another child at Jill’s house. So, that is the latest as of right now. It looks like I will have ribs for supper tonight.
JOKE OF THE DAY! (WARNING PG 13)
A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"
"That's easy; he's a midget with a speech impediment."
So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse.
"A female horth."
So he shows him a prized filly.
"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"?
So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.
"Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth"?
So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.
"Nith earzth, can I see her mouf"?
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nice mouf, can I see her twat"?
Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I should rephrase that.
Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 3 - Treatment Nine – Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Today, I was up before 5 a.m. again and off to the Y with John. I swam a few laps and then hit the showers. I ate a quick breakfast, did a load of laundry, called my insurance company (paid a bill and filed a claim), and then John and I made a quick run to Marsh’s grocery store. I found some whole grain Cheerios, some raw sugar, and some cherries. I just finished a quick lunch of leftovers from Smokin’ Jack’s. My treatment is at 3:30 p.m. today. I also did a quick check on my bank account to see that I got paid today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
Lena passed away and her husband Ole called 911. The 911 operator told Ole that she would send someone out right away. "Where do you live?" asked the operator. Ole answered, "At the end of Eucalyptus Drive." "Can you spell that for me?" the operator asked. There was a long pause and finally Ole said, "How about if I drag her over to Oak Street and you pick her up there?"
Today, I was up before 5 a.m. again and off to the Y with John. I swam a few laps and then hit the showers. I ate a quick breakfast, did a load of laundry, called my insurance company (paid a bill and filed a claim), and then John and I made a quick run to Marsh’s grocery store. I found some whole grain Cheerios, some raw sugar, and some cherries. I just finished a quick lunch of leftovers from Smokin’ Jack’s. My treatment is at 3:30 p.m. today. I also did a quick check on my bank account to see that I got paid today.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
Lena passed away and her husband Ole called 911. The 911 operator told Ole that she would send someone out right away. "Where do you live?" asked the operator. Ole answered, "At the end of Eucalyptus Drive." "Can you spell that for me?" the operator asked. There was a long pause and finally Ole said, "How about if I drag her over to Oak Street and you pick her up there?"
Monday, August 4, 2008
My MPRI Experience
Week 3 - Treatment Eight – Monday, August 4, 2008
On Friday, I went to the YMCA with John, we made a Sam’s run, and then I had my treatment at 1 P.M. and headed home. Then, Monday morning, I headed back to Bloomington and got here around 2 P.M. When I got here, there was a package for me. Victoria sent me a “prayer” blanket she had made. I will post a couple pictures on my blog.
Then, I went to my room, drank my water and headed over to MPRI. After my treatments, John and I headed out to Smokin’ Jack’s Rib Shack. I took a couple pictures of that place to and will post them online. I will update my blog and then try to relax tonight. I think I am going to the YMCA tomorrow but would really prefer to sleep in and go later. I guess I will see if John drops by tonight and asks about the Y for tomorrow.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A Letter From A Redneck Mother To Her Son
Dear Son,
I'm writing this slow 'cause I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Won't be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen 'em since.
It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn't make the final payment on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.
About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so don't know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to get him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other 2 drowned. They couldn't get the tail gate down.
Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you don't get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.
Love, Ma
On Friday, I went to the YMCA with John, we made a Sam’s run, and then I had my treatment at 1 P.M. and headed home. Then, Monday morning, I headed back to Bloomington and got here around 2 P.M. When I got here, there was a package for me. Victoria sent me a “prayer” blanket she had made. I will post a couple pictures on my blog.
Then, I went to my room, drank my water and headed over to MPRI. After my treatments, John and I headed out to Smokin’ Jack’s Rib Shack. I took a couple pictures of that place to and will post them online. I will update my blog and then try to relax tonight. I think I am going to the YMCA tomorrow but would really prefer to sleep in and go later. I guess I will see if John drops by tonight and asks about the Y for tomorrow.
JOKE OF THE DAY!
A Letter From A Redneck Mother To Her Son
Dear Son,
I'm writing this slow 'cause I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Won't be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen 'em since.
It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn't make the final payment on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.
About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so don't know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to get him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other 2 drowned. They couldn't get the tail gate down.
Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you don't get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.
Love, Ma
Saturday, August 2, 2008
For Stevie - A Truckers Story
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I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His
placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy.
But I had never had a handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted
one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and
thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my
trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as
long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy
college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their
silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop
germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think
every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be
uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff
wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars
had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers
thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old kid in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to
laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt
and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill
was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading
him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would
hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other,
scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the
empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously
wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer
was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in
doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please
each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was
disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social
Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social
worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen
between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the
difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a
group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last
August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something
put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often
have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was
a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at
work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word
came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in
the aisle when she heard the good news.
Marvin Ringers, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight
of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Marvin a withering look.
He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked.
'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be
okay'
'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was
the surgery about?'
Frannie quickly told Marvin and the other two drivers sitting at his booth
about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: ' Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be
OK, he said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle
all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.'
Marvin nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her
tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and
really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables
that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of
paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'I didn't get that table where Marvin and his friends were sitting
cleared off after they left, and Pete and Tony were sitting there when I got
back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a
coffee cup'
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I
opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For
Stevie.'
'Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told
him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony
looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another
paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside.
Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny
eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.'
That was three months a go. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is
supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor
said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He
called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful
that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have
his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited
them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed
through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart
were waiting.
'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his
mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate your coming
back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large
corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched
through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of
grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big
table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all
sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you
have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the
napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he
picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath
the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his
mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all
from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy
Thanksgiving.'
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and
shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands
and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big smile on his face, was busy clearing
all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
God is good!!
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His
placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy.
But I had never had a handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted
one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and
thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my
trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as
long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy
college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their
silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop
germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think
every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be
uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff
wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars
had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers
thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old kid in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to
laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt
and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill
was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading
him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would
hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other,
scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the
empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously
wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer
was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in
doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please
each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was
disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social
Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social
worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen
between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the
difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a
group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last
August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something
put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often
have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was
a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at
work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word
came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in
the aisle when she heard the good news.
Marvin Ringers, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight
of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Marvin a withering look.
He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked.
'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be
okay'
'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was
the surgery about?'
Frannie quickly told Marvin and the other two drivers sitting at his booth
about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: ' Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be
OK, he said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle
all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.'
Marvin nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her
tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and
really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables
that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of
paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'I didn't get that table where Marvin and his friends were sitting
cleared off after they left, and Pete and Tony were sitting there when I got
back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a
coffee cup'
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I
opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For
Stevie.'
'Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told
him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony
looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another
paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside.
Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny
eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.'
That was three months a go. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is
supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor
said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He
called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful
that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have
his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited
them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed
through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart
were waiting.
'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his
mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate your coming
back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large
corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched
through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of
grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big
table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all
sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you
have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the
napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he
picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath
the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his
mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all
from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy
Thanksgiving.'
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and
shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands
and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big smile on his face, was busy clearing
all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
God is good!!
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