Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Cats are Crazier Than Usual
They found the container of catnip, somehow pried the plastic lid off, spread the catnip all over the living room floor, and then rolled in it. Then they wanted their staff (MOI) to get it all out of their fur
This is another example of the revenge of the clutter first noted in the below post
http://suellenjillroley.blogspot.com/2010/10/revenge-of-clutter.html
This is another example of the revenge of the clutter first noted in the below post
http://suellenjillroley.blogspot.com/2010/10/revenge-of-clutter.html
The Niacin Flush Really Sucks
Here I was so happy to find the huge bottle of niacin while cleaning house. While my health insurance covers all my prescriptions, I pay for my niacin out of pocket and its not particularly cheap.
So this morning I switched from the no-flush niacin that I've been taking for a month or so to the normal niacin (ie flushing). When the flush was mentioned by my doctor and my co-ag nurse nothing was ever said about being so hot that you could self-combust and they also never mentioned gross amounts of bowel movements and/or abdominal cramps.
Right now I'm alternating between cold chills and the flushing. This is one of the most unpleasant things I've ever gone through. I think this even trumps the time when my doctor hit a nerve (that he hadn't deadened enough) while doing in-office surgery on my ankle.
I'm going back to the no-flush niacin no matter what it costs. Flushing SUCKS!!
So this morning I switched from the no-flush niacin that I've been taking for a month or so to the normal niacin (ie flushing). When the flush was mentioned by my doctor and my co-ag nurse nothing was ever said about being so hot that you could self-combust and they also never mentioned gross amounts of bowel movements and/or abdominal cramps.
Right now I'm alternating between cold chills and the flushing. This is one of the most unpleasant things I've ever gone through. I think this even trumps the time when my doctor hit a nerve (that he hadn't deadened enough) while doing in-office surgery on my ankle.
I'm going back to the no-flush niacin no matter what it costs. Flushing SUCKS!!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Found an Online Job
I have been working for a software support company for the last two days. $9.00 per hour 40 hours per week --no weekends--for the next 3-6 months which will certainly help with bills.
My permanent schedule will be either 2:00 pm to 9:00 pm or 9:00 pm to 5:00 am, but at least for this week of training my hours are 5:30 am (OUCH!!) to 2:30 pm.
Getting up at 5:15 am is killing me! But at least all I have to do is roll out of bed, get dressed, and walk from the bedroom to the dining room. The only reason I have to get dressed is that the dining room windows look out on the front porch and the street, the blinds are up, and I live across the street from the manager. Somehow I don't think wearing my birthday suit is a good idea ROFLMAO!!
At first I was very frustrated with this job. I felt old and stupid and was ready to quit this morning.
Then I found out that my co-workers are struggling as much as I am if not more.
There's a lot to learn in this job and a lot of terminology that I've never heard before.
Also, the credentials we need to login to some of the sites we use aren't ready yet so there's been a lot of chatting on skype, getting to know one another, and helping each other when things get frustrating. Our boss is really happy with our teamwork and that makes us happier too.
My permanent schedule will be either 2:00 pm to 9:00 pm or 9:00 pm to 5:00 am, but at least for this week of training my hours are 5:30 am (OUCH!!) to 2:30 pm.
Getting up at 5:15 am is killing me! But at least all I have to do is roll out of bed, get dressed, and walk from the bedroom to the dining room. The only reason I have to get dressed is that the dining room windows look out on the front porch and the street, the blinds are up, and I live across the street from the manager. Somehow I don't think wearing my birthday suit is a good idea ROFLMAO!!
At first I was very frustrated with this job. I felt old and stupid and was ready to quit this morning.
Then I found out that my co-workers are struggling as much as I am if not more.
There's a lot to learn in this job and a lot of terminology that I've never heard before.
Also, the credentials we need to login to some of the sites we use aren't ready yet so there's been a lot of chatting on skype, getting to know one another, and helping each other when things get frustrating. Our boss is really happy with our teamwork and that makes us happier too.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Mick is Muy Loco!!
Mick is being cuter and crazier than usual today (well last night too). The closet finally is empty and neither of the cats have seen it empty since they came to live with me in March 2008.
Micks first trick was to go in the empty closet last night and use the carpet in there as a scratching post. Now, this isn't unusual for him, he prefers my carpet and furniture over his scratching post any day of the week and twice on Sundays.
This morning someone came over to pick up some of the stuff that I am freecycling. Mick went into the dining room and put his front paws on the windowsill (these windows are low to the ground and even if they weren't, Mick is a big and long cat; he can reach my shoulder and tap on it with his paws when I am sitting down). Then he talked to the lady through the closed window. She was charmed!
A few minutes later there was a (I thought) broken down cardboard box in the hallway. Unbeknownst to me, it was on its side but still intact (only with both ends open). Mick began to use it as a tunnel from the hallway into the bedroom.
For his next trick he decided to meow loudly at me through the screen door when I was hauling yet another Rubbermaid tote out to the back porch. He has an almost inaudible meow unless he's mad or in the cat carrier. I think he was saying "you need to come in from the cold and pay attention to the cat!!"
While moving the tote mentioned above I had kicked the box from the hallway into the dining room and it landed in front of one of the litter boxes (still intact with both ends open). When Mick and I came back into the dining room he looked through it and literally sneered. "That's not interesting at all, I see that all the time"
He's been running back and forth from the bedroom into the kitchen for the last 5 minutes. A friend of mine tells me that "all redcats are muy loco" and I am beginning to believe her!!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Counting My Blessings
I found something today that really put the last year or two into perspective for me.
Over the last year or two I have scrambled to pay my bills. I am unemployed and the unemployment checks ran out once and for all in April 2010. I have applied for literally hundreds of jobs and have gotten very few interviews
Since then, loans from friends, sales of anything that would sell (guns, antique furniture, jewelry, vintage toys, vintage evening bags, curios, etc), PTR earnings, survey earnings, and help from my mother have enabled me to pay my space rent through September 2010 as well as covering my bills for utilities, telephone, cell phone, Dish Network, cat food, cat litter, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, shampoo, tampons, etc.
My health went to pot in early August 2010. I went to the emergency room thinking I had a pulled muscle or a broken rib. Surprise, surprise, I had pulmonary emboli (blood clots in my lungs). I was in the hospital on anti-coagulants (Warfarin drip and Heparin drip) for 3 days.
I also am anemic, diabetic, hypertensive (high blood pressure), depressed, and have high cholesterol. Because of the pulmonary emboli I was on oxygen for 6 weeks. I had no energy at all.
At the time all this was discovered I did NOT have any health insurance.
A week after I got out of the hospital I was placed into the Oregon Health Plan which has covered all my prescription medications, all my blood tests, any ultrasounds/cat scans, and all my doctor visits since that time.
St Charles Medical Center agreed to waive my entire bill for the 3 days I was in the hospital--over $12,000.00 that I couldn't begin to pay off.
A local charity helped with my electricity bill after I went on oxygen 24/7 for 6 weeks, and they also turned me on to a program administered by my utility company--if I am approved they will pay $150.00 towards my electricity bill.
I have lost at least 8 pounds since this all started and I have so much more energy. I am eating much healthier, even cooking some days which is a big change. I am so much more positive about my life now too.
So I am cleaning house and re-organizing thinking I might get a roommate. I have stacks and stacks of Rubbermaid rough totes (and their ilk) that have needed to be gone through and/or moved.
In going through one of the totes, I found a document written several years ago about my various positions with Wells Fargo/First Interstate.
I am so happy that I no longer work for them, as this document was one of the most negative things I have ever read. The sad thing about it is that it WAS and IS an accurate depiction of what was happening to me at that time.
What was wrong with these jobs?
1) Minimal, inadequate training.
2) Treated as though I was incompetent; spoken to like I was a dog that had defecated on their shoes.
3) Harassed and lied to by all levels of management in my department, visits to bathroom counted.
4) No supervisory support
5) Nobody to cover for my lunches and breaks so rarely got a lunch or break and was not paid for the time either
6) After I was injured at work, I was treated even worse by management and fellow employees. Department printer was put on my desk and most of my co-workers either bumped into my chair or 'accidentally' kicked it while retrieving their prints. I tried everything to get it to stop without going to HR department but was finally forced into contacting them, funny how the printer got moved within 3 days.
7) After over a year of the treatment mentioned in #1-#6 above I decided to leave. I couldn't get a transfer out of my department that would pay me what I was making in my current position so I just left without another job waiting for me.
I said to a friend after I found this that my life might be kind of challenging right now, but there are worse things than being broke and ill.
I am HAPPY (pleased, ecstatic, overjoyed) beyond words that I left Wells Fargo. I'll take iffy finances and poor (but improving) health over sheer mistreatment and harassment any day.
Over the last year or two I have scrambled to pay my bills. I am unemployed and the unemployment checks ran out once and for all in April 2010. I have applied for literally hundreds of jobs and have gotten very few interviews
Since then, loans from friends, sales of anything that would sell (guns, antique furniture, jewelry, vintage toys, vintage evening bags, curios, etc), PTR earnings, survey earnings, and help from my mother have enabled me to pay my space rent through September 2010 as well as covering my bills for utilities, telephone, cell phone, Dish Network, cat food, cat litter, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, shampoo, tampons, etc.
My health went to pot in early August 2010. I went to the emergency room thinking I had a pulled muscle or a broken rib. Surprise, surprise, I had pulmonary emboli (blood clots in my lungs). I was in the hospital on anti-coagulants (Warfarin drip and Heparin drip) for 3 days.
I also am anemic, diabetic, hypertensive (high blood pressure), depressed, and have high cholesterol. Because of the pulmonary emboli I was on oxygen for 6 weeks. I had no energy at all.
At the time all this was discovered I did NOT have any health insurance.
A week after I got out of the hospital I was placed into the Oregon Health Plan which has covered all my prescription medications, all my blood tests, any ultrasounds/cat scans, and all my doctor visits since that time.
St Charles Medical Center agreed to waive my entire bill for the 3 days I was in the hospital--over $12,000.00 that I couldn't begin to pay off.
A local charity helped with my electricity bill after I went on oxygen 24/7 for 6 weeks, and they also turned me on to a program administered by my utility company--if I am approved they will pay $150.00 towards my electricity bill.
I have lost at least 8 pounds since this all started and I have so much more energy. I am eating much healthier, even cooking some days which is a big change. I am so much more positive about my life now too.
So I am cleaning house and re-organizing thinking I might get a roommate. I have stacks and stacks of Rubbermaid rough totes (and their ilk) that have needed to be gone through and/or moved.
In going through one of the totes, I found a document written several years ago about my various positions with Wells Fargo/First Interstate.
I am so happy that I no longer work for them, as this document was one of the most negative things I have ever read. The sad thing about it is that it WAS and IS an accurate depiction of what was happening to me at that time.
What was wrong with these jobs?
1) Minimal, inadequate training.
2) Treated as though I was incompetent; spoken to like I was a dog that had defecated on their shoes.
3) Harassed and lied to by all levels of management in my department, visits to bathroom counted.
4) No supervisory support
5) Nobody to cover for my lunches and breaks so rarely got a lunch or break and was not paid for the time either
6) After I was injured at work, I was treated even worse by management and fellow employees. Department printer was put on my desk and most of my co-workers either bumped into my chair or 'accidentally' kicked it while retrieving their prints. I tried everything to get it to stop without going to HR department but was finally forced into contacting them, funny how the printer got moved within 3 days.
7) After over a year of the treatment mentioned in #1-#6 above I decided to leave. I couldn't get a transfer out of my department that would pay me what I was making in my current position so I just left without another job waiting for me.
I said to a friend after I found this that my life might be kind of challenging right now, but there are worse things than being broke and ill.
I am HAPPY (pleased, ecstatic, overjoyed) beyond words that I left Wells Fargo. I'll take iffy finances and poor (but improving) health over sheer mistreatment and harassment any day.
The Revenge of the Clutter
As you can maybe tell from reading other posts, I am in the midst of a cleaning frenzy, or as a friend referred to it "cleaning rage."
Not only am I a klutz, I have an unerring knack for finding, kicking, running into, or otherwise connecting to things like Rubbermaid totes, boxes, tables, objects with my feet, ankles and toes.
Mostly these objects are sharp, awkward, or large (if not all three). They bite back when I accidentally bump into them or kick them. I get the worst of these battles as of course inanimate objects don't bleed or bruise.
Case in point: my next-to-the-little-toe on my left foot.
Yesterday I originally bumped it against my rainstick which was lying on the floor of my walk-in closet in the master bedroom. It hurt like blazes but I didn't realize until later that it had bled very profusely. As I am on blood thinners this is a concern.
So today I am still cleaning and moving totes to the back porch. I accidentally kicked one of the totes, same foot, same toe, same injury. That was about 20 minutes ago and even with soaking in (very) cold water I am having one hell of a time getting this toe to stop bleeding.
The co-ag nurse is out sick today and when I called trying to reach the triage nurse I got disconnected. Are we having fun yet?
A friend suggested using ice cubes. There isn't even one in the house because little ms. efficiency ran all the ice cube trays through the dishwasher. That was when my friend said that my cleaning 'rage' was turning against me. The clutter is fighting back!!
I knew there was a reason to not clean and now I've found it. I plan on spending the rest of the afternoon parked in front of the computer. I'd go to bed already except for the fact I am expecting people to come pick up stuff that I am freecycling.
Not only am I a klutz, I have an unerring knack for finding, kicking, running into, or otherwise connecting to things like Rubbermaid totes, boxes, tables, objects with my feet, ankles and toes.
Mostly these objects are sharp, awkward, or large (if not all three). They bite back when I accidentally bump into them or kick them. I get the worst of these battles as of course inanimate objects don't bleed or bruise.
Case in point: my next-to-the-little-toe on my left foot.
Yesterday I originally bumped it against my rainstick which was lying on the floor of my walk-in closet in the master bedroom. It hurt like blazes but I didn't realize until later that it had bled very profusely. As I am on blood thinners this is a concern.
So today I am still cleaning and moving totes to the back porch. I accidentally kicked one of the totes, same foot, same toe, same injury. That was about 20 minutes ago and even with soaking in (very) cold water I am having one hell of a time getting this toe to stop bleeding.
The co-ag nurse is out sick today and when I called trying to reach the triage nurse I got disconnected. Are we having fun yet?
A friend suggested using ice cubes. There isn't even one in the house because little ms. efficiency ran all the ice cube trays through the dishwasher. That was when my friend said that my cleaning 'rage' was turning against me. The clutter is fighting back!!
I knew there was a reason to not clean and now I've found it. I plan on spending the rest of the afternoon parked in front of the computer. I'd go to bed already except for the fact I am expecting people to come pick up stuff that I am freecycling.
Adventures in House Cleaning
Still cleaning like there was no tomorrow. I have found lots of things to sell, to keep, and to Freecycle.
I've found lots of things to throw away too. Last week I had 12 bags of garbage at the curb for pickup, this week I had 14 bags of garbage, and I already have 5 bags ready for next week's pickup. As I have 4 more days until next weeks pickup it may be another 14 bag day.
I found 2 Brownie box cameras from the early 1920s and am trying to convince the owner of Panda Bear Emails and White Tiger Emails that he desperately needs these cameras. It is his own fault, he bought another collectible camera from me already.
I am freecyling (or have already freecycled) a 40 piece tap and die set, stuffed animals, wooden fruit boxes, Avon collectible perfume and aftershave bottles, crochet thread, felt, yarn, a water cooler, coaster frames, partially opened box of razor blades, cuckoo clock, tissue box cover, flowerpots, food mill, a set of 14 candle holders, black graduation gown, and embroidery floss. (this list subject to change lol)
Yesterday and the day before I decided to get all the Rubbermaid totes and their ilk moved out to the carport or onto the back porch. I didn't get them all moved, there are still about 15 in here but they will slowly go outside today and tomorrow. Still wondering what to do with six 2-drawer file cabinets.
Over the last week or so I have run the dishwasher about 10 times and the washer/dryer nearly as much. Cleaning house is such hard work, but I've decided that blowtorching the place just isn't an option!
I've found lots of things to throw away too. Last week I had 12 bags of garbage at the curb for pickup, this week I had 14 bags of garbage, and I already have 5 bags ready for next week's pickup. As I have 4 more days until next weeks pickup it may be another 14 bag day.
I found 2 Brownie box cameras from the early 1920s and am trying to convince the owner of Panda Bear Emails and White Tiger Emails that he desperately needs these cameras. It is his own fault, he bought another collectible camera from me already.
I am freecyling (or have already freecycled) a 40 piece tap and die set, stuffed animals, wooden fruit boxes, Avon collectible perfume and aftershave bottles, crochet thread, felt, yarn, a water cooler, coaster frames, partially opened box of razor blades, cuckoo clock, tissue box cover, flowerpots, food mill, a set of 14 candle holders, black graduation gown, and embroidery floss. (this list subject to change lol)
Yesterday and the day before I decided to get all the Rubbermaid totes and their ilk moved out to the carport or onto the back porch. I didn't get them all moved, there are still about 15 in here but they will slowly go outside today and tomorrow. Still wondering what to do with six 2-drawer file cabinets.
Over the last week or so I have run the dishwasher about 10 times and the washer/dryer nearly as much. Cleaning house is such hard work, but I've decided that blowtorching the place just isn't an option!
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