Someone Call a Doctor!

Well, actually, someone already did, several times.  January 2018, I went to St V hospital in Anderson to have my right hip replaced.  I had been trying for about two years to successfully have the surgery.  Around two years ago, it was scheduled for July  26, 2016.  On July 25, my father passed away.  I cancelled the surgery.  I tried again a few months later, but, due to stress from Dad’s death and my sister’s diagnosis with cancer, I became ill with gastro paresis.  This persisted until, actually, July of 2017, when my doctor and I finally figured it out (I will let him have some of the credit.  I did all the research and he agreed).  With the monthly session of V and D (sick at both ends) gone, I got my sugar back down to a strong 6.8 (below 8.0 for surgery) and we tried setting it up again.  In the midst of this I managed to badly burn my hand and had to deal with that.  On my last appointment with a GP doctor, for a final check, he reran an A1C and it came out to 8.3.  Surgery was postponed again.  This time, just for about a month.  I had to see a diabetic specialist and we discussed my diet and possible medical solutions.

Now, I am not a person who swallows pills very well.  I had several incidents with food and such when I was younger and it just doesn’t work for me.  So, one of the new medications wasn’t going to work. The other was almost $350 a month.  I worked with the company to get coupons for that medicine.  Finally, the specialist approved my blood readings and diet and we were on for surgery.  Then, the diabetic specialist decided I should go on insulin for a couple of weeks before the surgery and after until my sugar was back to normal.  The insulin was a long-acting and a one-for-each-meal type.  The long-acting was about $600 a a month and the short-acting was around $150.  I ended up buying 1/2 Rx for each and using it before, then after for about 1 week.

What I have noticed is that my sugar levels are higher now than when I was on insulin than when I was on the older medicines.  I will attribute some to pain, but I am just wondering…

So, my temp solution is to remain as it is until the pain stops, reschedule the return appointment until after I am allowed to drive, so I can go to Planet Fitness and exercise for a couple of weeks and see what that does.  Am I being ridiculous?

I ask you…




The Way to Love and Freedom – The Way to Look at the World!

Well, I’m bbbbaaaaaccckkkkk!  Sorry for disappearing. I had hip replacement surgery almost 3 weeks ago and it set me on my rear for a time.  I am not back to normal yet, there is some pain, but I am getting around the house with no cane, a cane or walker in public, and can’t drive just yet.  So, I am getting there and this is where I wanted to spend my time – with my WordPress friends!  All of you!

So, to get back into the swing, I am bringing to you one speaker, Pam Grout, of the “Hay House World Summit”  The Summit can be looked at here: Summit

And here is an interview with Pam Grout: Pam Grout Interview




No Hair?! Hm, Big Deal?

I was looking through my emails.  I receive about 50-150 a day and, honestly, usually less than 20 need to be read, and the number doesn’t even include the spam folder which I look at, but, usually, just delete.

Well, I go by the title of the email and who it is from before deciding if I even need to look before my virtual trash overflows.  Today, while going through the usual mess, I saw the title “Can you Survive Massive Hair Loss?”  I thought about my last look in the mirror of the nearly empty brain case I have up top (hair, that is, not brains) and decided, “Yep, I can live through that.”

It seemed funny, then it started to get me thinking.  There are a lot of people who really can’t handle massive hair loss.  There are men, women, and children who, whether it’s Cancer or some other condition, don’t have their hair.  I remembered, back in high school and college (even now, I guess) how much I really loved seeing young women and adult women with long, beautifully flowing hair, especially dark.  Social training, I am sure, but still what feels good feels good.  So, I pictured a world with no hair.  The result?  I realized I would still love women; the hair or lack of it wouldn’t stop that.  I realized I would still talk to women; I would still open doors for them (yeah, I am one of those), and I would still read their blogs.  I imagined, if there were no hair, women would, most likely, start painting their heads, and tattoos would become the rage.  I knew scarves and hats and wraps and caps would all be much more available and higher priced (naturally).  In fact, I imagine, after a time when wigs were out…bald would be the new long tress.  We are a funny, fickle world, one who listens too much to commercials and how badly companies want us to believe the hype.

I live in a beautiful world, hair or not.  So, bring on the bald, baby, I can survive “MASSIVE” hair loss.


Love you all,


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An Aggravation and an Internal Solution

Most of us have had to deal with those dreaded sales calls or the self-imposed service calls.

They are not fun, no matter what.  I have no real racial prejudice, however, when the service or sales call comes from a foreigner who speaks little of your native language, the aggravation factor goes up exponentially with each passing moment.

I had such a call this morning.  Seeing the humor in it helped me to center myself and find some solace, so I thought I would share said humor with you (in brief).

I am diabetic.  I use a meter for measuring my glucose levels.  I am preparing for surgery and, over the past couple of weeks, those readings have been more than simply a “check myself” reading.  The doctor is using them to determine my pre-op meds.  So, when I get up in the morning, fresh, and take a reading of 150 (normal 90-120), I get concerned.  When I wait 2 minutes and take it again and get 95, I become less concerned about my health and more about my meter accuracy.  15% is normal so, at 95, that would be around 80-105.   So, after research and finding out I have a great meter brand, very accurate, I call the number on the back of the meter.

I get “Vicky”.

“Hi, my name is veekie.  How can I help you?”  Deep Spanish accent.

I explain and she begins  to take my information.  She gets my name, my address, and phone.

“Do you have an the meter solution?” (I have to guess just a bit at the words “meter” and “solution”.


“Okay. Just a minute…”  “Ok, you say you don’t have the meter solution?”

“That’s correct.”

“Well, you have to have the meter solution…”

“I don’t have it.  It has been over 2 years.”

“I understand, but you need the meter solution…so I will need to send you a bottle.”

“Will there be a cost.?”

“No, it is free.”


“Now, do you have the meter with you?”

“Yes, it is right here.”

“Would you please tell me what kind of meter it is?”

(I have already told her twice, but do so again)

“Thank you.  Now, do you have the meter solution?”

“No.  I do not have it?” (I thought we had established this)

“Okay,  Do you have the bottle of strips?”  (I really had trouble with “bottle” but we figured it out)

“Okay, here it is.”

“Would you tell me….” (serial, lot, etc…)

I begin to read…I get to the letters J and J, finish and she replies…

“so …G as in ‘George’, G as in ‘George’…”

“No, J as in …”

“Oh, sorry, J as in ‘Jim, J as in ‘J’…”


“Now, do you have an account with us?”

“I am not sure.”

“Let me check…I see one with the same name. What is your address?”

I tell her…

Yes, same address.  Let me add that here…

I am thinking, (if it’s the same, why do you have to add it?)

“Okay, now do you have the meter solution?”

(OMG!  I am gonna scream)

“No, it has been too long, over 2 years.”

“Okay, now how long have you had the meter?”

(I am looking around for the Candid Camera)

“Um, it’s been, at least, 2 years.”

“So, I will put 3 years.”


“I need to put in an order to send you the meter solution so we can test.  It will arrive in about 3-5 days.”


“Can I put you on hold for a moment while I place your order?”


“Thank you.”  (Wonderfully poor music begins to play…)

(I pet my cat and remind myself that all is fine; everything is perfect; this doesn’t matter…I begin to smile)

“Okay, sir.  Did I tell you that the order would arrive in 3-5 ‘Business” days?”

“Yes.” (I was not going to pick on her.  I knew it wouldn’t arrive on a Sunday)

“Good. Now, if I can just put you on hold for another minute, while I put in your order for the meter solution?”

“Yes, that’s fine.” (WTH was she doing on the last hold?)

(I pet my cat some more and decide to blog about this call)

“Okay, sir.  Your order for the meter solution will arrive in 3-5 business days. ”

“Thank you.  Is there anything else…” (I hear silence on the line)

“Are you still there?”  (line is silent)

I hang up.


Hope you enjoyed my short trip to hell.



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