FiGhtIng 101

Never...Never...Never assume you know more than your teenager. Oh and never assume they will listen to you! Always be aware they know more than you do. The End

Back to the Exercising

Well through out the recovery I lost 2 lbs, and lost body fat, and lost inches. PT Lindsey said she expected me to have gained about 10 lbs....I told her I couldn't walk to the kitchen so therefore couldn't eat! LOL Although I'm still a little hesitant about my hip, I'm still in the healing process, I'm amazed at what I can do. More later

Seasons

Another Season has passed for a dear co-worker Fire Chief Phil Whitney. He worked for the Fire Dpt., since 1985 and probably only called in sick 9-10 times. He called in sick yesterday at about 8:00 and his daughter found him at about 11:00 am . Phil has known me far longer than I have known him. We moved into his ward when I was in 9th grade. I started working for Springville Police/Fire in 1987 and was very intimadated by Phil, which is unusual for me. As I recall I finally got mad enough to say something. I grew to love Phil and appreciated all of his knowlege, smiles, his white hair. His un-boundless engery and attention to detail. His compassion. His willingness even up until the end to come out at any hour, answer any question.

Since moving to our new building dispatch has the feel of a fish bowl. Phil would often come by the window doing a fish face and pretend that he was swimming. His cheeks would lift with his smile. The last time I saw Phil, was two days ago about 1600 hours doing the fish dance for me at the window. I love you Phil, I'll miss you, say Hi to my Dad and have a happy reunion with Helen. God be with us and your family until we meet again.





Some weeks ago I was pulling, snipping, and tossing many of the flowers that grew and delighted us throughout the spring and summer, getting the gardens ready for the long winter.

With planning, one of my flower gardens had something blooming all season long. Various pinks, purples,lots of different greens,blues and some yellow. There were also different shapes and sizes. Ones that looked like cones, some that spread with little tiny pink flowers, some that grew like vines and toppeled over the back side. The tall ones on back and the short ones up front. No weeds, everything in it's proper place and looking pretty.

The end of the frst season left me watching the flowers die and watching the snow pile up on them. I didn't snip them, thin them or get them ready for their next season to bloom.

Season two saw the flowers grow and bloom however, this season, all was not well. As the spring and summer progressed, the vine that so gracefully toppeled over, now was running a-muck. It had re-seeded itself and got into places where it shouldn't have been. No longer were there tiers of flowers. The spreading ones with the pretty tiny pink flowers were over shadowed, and the weeds had invaded. So some weeks ago I snipped, pulled weeds, thinned and even had to spray killer on some of the vines. I hope as I watch the snow pile up on the mostly bare garden, that I have prepared the ground enough and with a little maintaince there will once again be the garden I had planned.

Bugs

Oh no, not the ones you are thinking about. We are in the new building and although it is very nice there are a lot of BUGS...The kind that watch you, the kind that bother you, the kind that keep on niggling at you until you are ready to scream, which when you finally have had it, and call the person you KNOW can fix it, not the person that you should and are SUPPOSED to call, it gets fixed and then you could get in trouble because you didn't follow Protocol. Well sometimes things just NEED to get fixed.

So why is Protocol so important, when you KNOW who can do the job? Do they want you to do the job or only 1/2 the job.

Now the watching bug...
All I can say is I'm suprised there is not one in the bathroom, however it is just as bad because "they" can watch you go in and come out.

Oh I didn't mention the 'swiper bugs'.? These are the ones that you have to carry around with you. These paticular BUGS track your every movement, they work with the Watching BUGS. So if something happens to the Watching BUGS, the Swiper bugs will stay with you. Kinda Pesky these two.

May I say that Big Brother is alive and well and it is of course all for OUR saftey.

Recovery

I had to have a blood transfusion. It made me a little scared, but they are so careful of blood these days. I thank the people who donated. I tried once (had to admit I was afraid) and they didn't like my blood.

Having an epidural for pain relief was good and bad. It gave you a false sense of limited pain. I'm not sure, when it wore off in about 1 1/2 days if the pain was less intense after a few days.

Pain: is a whole other paragraph. I had a pump that allowed me a shot of di-lotted or hydro-morphone, a minimum of 10 min. Sometimes 10 min was too short! Not to mention the itching and nausia. Thank goodness they have meds for both. The pain people really wanted me off the pump for some reason. Perk-a-set upset my stomach so they had di-lotted in pill form. Every 4 hours worked pretty well, until I started moving. - Fast forward 3 weeks. I'm now back on Tylenol and Ibruprofin. It doesn't cut out all the pain, but it is better than seeing spiders which the morphine pills were making me see, and the perk-a-set didn't upset my stomach at home, but really made me sleepy. Yes the pain is still annoying, but manageable.

HOPE

Tomorrow I go into Surgery for my hip.
I Don't know why I'm nervous. But I believe all will be well. I'll have Clint and Paul give me a blessing and I KNOW that will help. I hope the pain will be manageable. I hope that I'll able to live without Tylenol and Ibuprofen as a constant friend. I hope I'll be able to walk normally and continue with my PT and getting into shape. I hope the kitchen will stay clean. I hope I have a quick recovery. I hope Dr. Jackson is very prepared. I hope I won't be scared. I hope the people that have offered their 'good lucks', offers of help and support know how much I appreciate them and that it makes it better. I hope my family knows how much I love them, and will rely on them to help me through the next 2-3 weeks. I hope Ryan knows how much I missed him when he was on his camp out and his goodness and his true knowledge of right and wrong. I hope Charlie knows, I know, how much she does to help, and that I know she will do good in school and get her RN. I hope Michael knows how much I need his hugs and cuddling, even though he's getting to big, and I know he is smart and will do well in school. I hope Clint knows how much I love and appreciate him,....with or without facial hair. I hope Gary won't have to play "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes for me for a long long time.I hope my Mom will be able to remember and come and see me. I hope she knows how much I needed to talk to her yesterday. I hope my kids and Clint know how much I care and love them I hope they know!

Enough!

NOT a DAY OLDER

SO I turned the dreaded 50 while we were on our trip. My motto was I don't feel a day older than 50. Denny's was nice enough to give me a free entree for my Birthday and later that night, Love's Gas station in Wells Nevada provided me with a Cheese Danish for my B-Day Cake, which I, of course shared. I got several texts from relatives but I text so s l o w, that All I said was Thanks. I hope they know how much I appreciated the texts and appreciated them for sending them.

I tell my kids not to get me anything but memories and the Oregon trip was certenly worth remembering.

I sure Love my Family!