Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Fighting the healthcare maze

I'm having to make an executive decision today concerning Mike's care.  It all started when his doctor changed at the Indian Health Clinic.  His former doctor resigned and his new doctor is uncomfortable signing a physician's order for the home health nurse to come every week.  The order is required for Medicare to pay for the service.  His new doctor believes his psychiatrist should sign the order.  That's all good except the psychiatrist that sees him through Community Mental Health will not call me back.  It's a state run agency and they are pretty bad if you ask me.  But when you are desperate for help you take what you can get.

Well, the Indian Health Clinic also has a psychiatrist who can see Mike.  This would allow his care to be more comprehensive.  The down side is they are an hours drive away.  It will be disruptive for Mike initially but I think it would be better in the long run.  Right now it appears to be my only option.  Mike is OK with the idea right now but that can change in a flash.  Anything that disrupts his routine really shakes him up.  I will have to dispense his medications until we can get the psych. nurse back.  It always scares me to death because I'm afraid of making a mistake but I just have to do the best I can.  Ron usually double checks me and we somehow get it done together.

So, I'm trying to arrange all this from work and thank goodness our administrator is very understanding about my situation.  I probably wouldn't get the support I do if I worked anywhere but here.

I'm really taking a leap of faith switching Mike to a new psychiatrist. They are a strange breed of doctors and you just never know what their philosophy will be.  His present doctor never really talks to Mike.  He just rambles on about himself and says "I'll see you again in 6 weeks."  I hope the new doctor will at least spend some time with Mike.   

Monday, November 28, 2011

Turkey Leftovers? Not at my house!

Well, once more I have tested the limits of my sweet husband's patience.  I volunteered us to animal sit all through the Thanksgiving holidays.  First we had my daughter Julie's dogs from Wednesday to Friday.  Now that's not too bad since they can come to our house and they are getting up in years and just lay around anyway.  But, Friday until this morning we have had to stay at my other daughter's house to take care of Bella La Grossy, Sophie, Olivia (AKA Stupid) and the scraggly no tail cat.  They are all sweet animals but they are a house full.  We haven't had any sleep because the entire zoo sleeps in bed with my daughter & son-in-law and we couldn't get them to stay anywhere else.  Ohhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!  Then you throw my brother on the mix and you really have a menagerie.

I couldn't help myself this time because my son-in-law found his biological father this year and they made a spur of the moment trip to meet him.  The reunion went well and I'm happy for my son-in-law.  He lost his mother on Thanksgiving day last year so this was a very big deal for him.

Ron gets the results of his CT scan this Wednesday.  He actually told me that I don't need to come with him "because everything is going to be OK anyway".  Like I would NOT go.  I may be scared senseless but I'll be there.  I really haven't had time to think about it until now and I don't know why I get so nervous because it's not like worrying will make a difference.  So, I'll just say my prayers and God will do the rest.

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

What Am I Thankful For This Year?

1.    I am grateful for my husband who makes me feel special each and every day.

2.    I am grateful that each new day is filled with promise.

3.    I am grateful for my friends, the ones that I see each day and the ones that I have never met.

4.     I am grateful for all the experiences that have made me into the kind of person I am today.

5.     I am grateful for the joy and peace in my heart.

6.     I am grateful for the people who are journeying with me.

7.     I am grateful for knowing that I am where I need to be.

8.     I am grateful for opportunities to grow and learn.

9.     I am grateful for all of life and what it brings.

10.   I am grateful to the Divine who have given us all these and more.

Happy Thanksgiving to All

Monday, November 21, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

It was a great weekend!  Ron and I spent the entire weekend together just enjoying each others company.  Saturday Mike called Ron and said "Ronnie, I got hit in the head."  
Ron a little puzzled asked, "By what."  
Mike responded, "The trash can".
Now Ron is really tickled imagining Mike falling head first into his kitchen trashcan.  
Mike continued saying, "My glasses are all messed up, you gotta take me to get my glasses adjusted."
Well, I didn't want to miss out on this so we both drove over to get Mike and he met us at the door with a big ole goose egg on his head and a cut.  His glasses were all wopper jogged and he had a dazed look on his face.  Not from the bump, just his usual dazed look.
We asked him to explain again what had happened and it seems he was taking his trash outside and the city trash can lid blew up and hit him in the head.  It probably wasn't as funny as it struck us but he really did look a sight!  
Ron couldn't stop giggling as we drove him to the optical place to get his glasses adjusted.  Mike finally told Ron he was going to have to get even..........

The Vespers service went well last night.  I spoke and didn't even get too nervous.  It was well received and I can now scratch (public speaking) off my bucket list.

The Thanksgiving meal was absolute delicious.  So many dishes to try and we tried them all.  I had made a new recipe to take and if I must say...........it was sooooooooo good.  I've shared this easy recipe below.  Great to make ahead!  Ron asked for it again at Christmas.

So.  the world is good.  Life continues and I'm just so happy!

Layered Cranberry Jello Salad
Serves 12-18

1 - 6 serving size cherry jello
and 1 - 4 serving size cherry jello
3 c. boiling water
2 cans whole berry cranberry sauce
1 large can crushed pineapple - do not drain

1 cup chopped apples
1 cup diced cerely
and 1 cup chopped walnuts

Mix both packages cherry jello and boiling water together until dissolved.  Whisk in cranberry sauce and pineapple; stir in celery, apple and walnuts.  Pout into a 13x9 glass dish.  Chill until set.

Top Layer:

1 - 4 serving size lemon Jello
1 cup boiling water, or apple juice (I used apple juice)
1 cup sour cream
2 pkgs cream cheese, softened (really softened)
1 cup sugar

Dissolve lemon Jello in hot water (or juice) whisk in sugar, and stir until dissolved.  Stir in cream cheese and sour cream; whisk until smooth.  Pour over chilled cranberry layer and chill until set.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Good!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Thanksgiving Recipes

Whipped Butter Nut Squash
  • 2 butternut squash, halved and seeded
  • 1/2 cup margarine
  • 1 cup light sour cream
  • salt and pepper to taste
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. Place squash halves cut side down in a medium baking dish with enough water to cover. Cover, and bake 1 hour in the preheated oven, until tender.
  3. Scoop squash from skin into a medium bowl, and mix with margarine and light sour cream. Whip until smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
                                                  Slow cooker sweet potatoes with applesauce
6          medium (2 pounds) sweet potatoes or yams, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 1/2    cups applesauce
2/3       cup packed brown sugar
3          tablespoons butter or margarine, melted
1          teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2      cup chopped nuts, toasted

Place sweet potatoes in 2- to 3 1/2-quart slow cooker. Mix remaining ingredients except nuts; spoon over potatoes.
Cover and cook on low heat setting 6 to 8 hours or until potatoes are very tender.   Sprinkle with nuts.

These are a couple of recipes I plan to fix for Thanksgiving this year.  I especially love recipes I can cook in the crock pot, it frees my ovens for other dishes.  If you have any favorite recipes please share.  I love to try new things.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

I have a pain in the @#$% literally!

Well, my conservative husband joined my liberal church last night.  I tried to tell him that this had to be his own decision and he said it was.  He's just such a black and white thinker that it really rocks his boat when everyone expresses their different views on religion.  He wants a definitive answer to everything and hey, I'm not sure there are any definitive answers.  Each person has to find their own path.  It's the difference between wanting others to think for you and wanting to think for yourself!

I'm having sciatic nerve pain in my left leg.  This is a first for me and all I can say is OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  This hurts!  Anyone have any remedies they could pass on?  I can hardly walk.

I wrote a letter to a neuro psychologist in Oklahoma City about Mike.  I was seeking some guidance about his medications and what impact they are having on his cognitive ability.  I'm wondering if some of the psychotropic drugs could be reduced and still control his schizophrenia.  Now I have to wait to see if he answers my letter.  

Ron and I are going to go see "J. Edgar" this weekend.  We haven't been to a movie for some time.  This is going to be a busy weekend.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Texting Seniors

Since more and more Seniors are texting and tweeting there appears to be a need for a
STC (Senior Texting Code). If you qualify for Senior Discounts this is the code for you.
Please pass this on to your children and grandchildren so they can understand your texts.
At The Doctor's
Best Friend Fainted
Bring The Wheelchair
Bring Your Own Teeth
Covered By Medicare
Can't get up
See You At The Senior Center
Driving While Incontinent
Friend With Beta Blockers
Forgot Where I Was
Found Your Insulin
Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low!
Got Heartburn Again
Had Good Bowel Movement
Is My Hearing-Aid On?
Laughing My Dentures Out
Living On Lipitor
Lawrence Welk's On
On My Massage Recliner
Oh My! Sorry Gas.
Rolling On The Floor Laughing... And Can't Get Up
Talk To You Louder
Who Am I Talking To?
Wet The Furniture Again
Where's The Prunes?
Walker Wheels Need Oil
(Gotta Go Laxative Kicking In)

Monday, November 14, 2011

Read the labels!

Poor Mike.....I fixed a lot of food for him this past weekend and made him some hamburgers with Lipton Onion Soup Mix mixed into the meat.  I wanted to spice them up a little for him.  Ohhh I spiced him up!  He ate one burger and broke out all over from an allergic reaction.  I didn't read the ingredients close enough.....Soybean oil, MSG, barley, to name just a few of the things he's deathly allergic to.  Poor Guy!  He already had Pink Eye for the second time and he really looked pitiful and then I just finished him off.  He's seeing the eye doctor today and he's doing better.  (No thanks to me)

There was excitement on our block this weekend as my neighbor and her fiance eloped to Eureka Springs, AK.  We were so excited for them.  Kristy is the daughter of my dear friend Barbara .  Kristy's parents have been dead for several years and she was all alone.  She had really been hurt in the past and had just about closed herself off to any hope of a relationship.  After attending our wedding in May she came over to talk to me about opening her heart again.  I just said it is impossible to find love if you are not willing to let yourself be vulnerable.  I guess she was ready and the next thing we knew she had started online dating.  After she had been dating different people for awhile she came over one day and said sarcastically, "I just went on a date with my dad."  She described him as bald like her dad and a little round in the tummy (like her dad) but I reminded her, "Yeah, well you loved your dad didn't you?" "Why don't you give the guy a chance....he just may be as great as your dad".  

AND guess what...........He is!  He's a police officer only 4 years older than Kristy.  He treats so sweetly.  He is a widower with one grown son and they are so, so, happy!  I'm happy because I love the girl and I loved her mom and dad.  Wonderful people. 

So now there are 3 newlywed couples on the block.  Kristy & James (48 and 52).  My neighbors next door who are in their 20's and then the two old newly weds (me and Ron in our 60's)  I think I'll have a block party!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Penn State

I am so saddened by the scandal at Penn State.  Of course I'm sickened by the alleged actions of Sandusky but it is the indifference that was shown by so many that really sickens me.  All the way from the coach who witnessed the molestation in the shower and didn't stop it to the administrators who were more interested in "saving the program" than saving children.   Children were expendable but the "football program" wasn't!  It just makes me so sad.  

Our country has been suffering from the consequences of greed for too long!  Do children also have to pay the price?  I guess that's not a new concept....remember what it was like before child labor laws?  We don't think much about our most precious commodity.  Just look at how we pay teachers!

I was so disillusioned seeing the Penn State students rioting in the streets because their football coach was fired.  Really?  That's what drives you to protest?  Football?  We have young men being blown up in Afghanistan, children were raped on their campus and they are upset that "The Coach" got fired?  Why that may scar them for life.

It's all just sad!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Oklahoma Weather Safety Precautions

    • Tornados are coming so seek shelter in the interior of your house.
    • Earthquakes are expected so avoid the interior of your home.  Go outside if possible.  
    • Thunder Storms are producing lighting along with hail so avoid high ground and open areas. 
    • There is a flash flood warning so avoid low ground. 
    • Parts of the state have already received over 5" of rain in the past three hours.  
In closing, we are still under a burn ban.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

What next? Locust and Frogs!

Well, between earthquakes, tornadoes and floods it's been a busy time here in Oklahoma.  Fortunately we have suffered no damage other than one broken picture frame.  It's just a bit unsettling since earthquakes are something we are not accustomed to at all.  I remember my dad telling me when I was a kid that one had caused a crack in our living room ceiling but I never believed that story.  He was such a big teaser you didn't know what to believe.  He also told me it was snowing in August.......

I've been worried about Mike since last year's earthquake is what set off his psychotic break but we've been keeping a close eye on him and so far so good.  I had a neurological exam lined up for him and the Indian nation had made a referral but when I checked out the doctor he had nothing but horrible reviews.  Out of 25 reviews not one was favorable.  Words like arrogant, rude, condescending were used a lot not to mention quack and incompetent.  I canceled the appointment!  I was afraid of someone causing more harm than good and I don't need that.  So I'll look for another neurologist on my own that I feel more comfortable about.

Ron's CAT scan is coming up in about a week.  Please send positive vibes our way.  I always get a little crazy just before he has a scan.  I'm afraid to be optimistic and afraid not to be.  I have to talk myself through it and just take a deep breath.  The average life expectancy for his type of cancer is 5 years.  We have made it 3 years now.  The only sign of anything are the 3 spots on his left lung.  It's still a cliff hanger whether the original cancer will come back.  It has been 7 months since the last surgery.  It was 6 months after the first surgery that it came back.   I'm literally holding my breath!  He's everything to me.

Yesterday's Safety Committee meeting turned into a "remember when" session as the meeting came to a close.  In the committee there are 3 individuals over 60 and one in her 50's and the rest are 30 and under.  Interesting mix of individuals.  The walk down memory lane began when one of the 50's mentioned that she had been in her attic the other day and retrieved some old albums.  Her kids 15 and 9 had no idea what these relics were.  This led to a discussion on party lines, drive-in movies and 8 track tapes and the days before cell phones.  The young ones were aghast hearing about the archaic conditions in which we lived.  If they only knew!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Oklahoma's largest quake in decades buckles highway; rattles residents


November 06, 2011|By the CNN Wire Staff
Central Oklahoma continued to experience dozens of aftershocks Sunday, nearly 24 hours since the state's strongest earthquake since 1952 was felt throughout the region.
More than ten aftershocks measuring at east 3.0 magnitude were reported Sunday, in the hours after a 5.6-magnitude earthquake took residents by surprise Saturday night. The temblor rattled homes and structures, causing belongings to scatter in houses and sending strident, booming sounds through the area.

This is what was reported on CNN but on Saturday night I had already gone to bed and was dead asleep when the bed started jumping all over the floor.  I was so confused and had a heck of a time getting my wits about me.  Ron came in the room and said. "Don't worry, it's just an earthquake".  I said, well I hope California is getting out tornadoes then.  Us Okie's aren't used to this kind of commotion.  Not the kind under your feet.......we're used to the kind that blow down the street and we just get out of the way!

I was immediately worried about Mike.  Because last year's earthquake is what set of his psychotic break.  He called almost immediately after the quake.  We talked to him awhile and then decided to just go get him and bring him to the house to be sure he was OK.  All seems to be going well.

So how's it shakin where you are?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Bumper Stickers

Honk If Anything Falls Off.

Cover Me, I’m Changing Lanes.

I Refuse To Have A Battle Of Wits With An Unarmed

You! Out Of The Gene Pool – Now!

I Do Whatever My R ice Krispies Tell Me To.

Fight Crime: Shoot Back!

If You Can Read This, Please Flip Me Back Over…
(Seen Upside Down On A Jeep)

Stop Lights Timed For 35 mph
Also Are Timed For 70 mph

Guys: No Shirt, No Service
Gals: No Shirt, No Charge

Body By Nautilus; Brain By Mattel.

Boldly Going Nowhere.

Caution – Driver Legally Blonde.

Heart Attacks: God’s Revenge
For Eating His Animal Friends

Horn broken – watch for finger

Man who walks thru airport turnstile sideways is going to Bangkok

People who say “nothing is impossible” have never tried slamming a revolving door.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Indian Wanting Coffee:

An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and the other hand pulling a male buffalo. He says to the waiter:
"Want coffee."

The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up."

He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.....
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter:
"Want coffee."

The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto!
We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"

The Indian smiles and proudly says,

"Training for position in United States Congress.

Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."



I'm very anxious to get Mike to the neurologist in two weeks.  I just don't understand what's going on with him.  He's so different now, not like he was before the psychotic break a year ago.  He was a very independent man before this happened.  He drove, he handled his own financial affairs, he had a fantastic memory and was very different than now.  Now he can't put 8 words together to make a sentence.  He can't drive.  His thoughts get all scrambled up in his head and he is very anxious all the time.  They said he didn't have a stroke but they didn't say what is causing all this.  Is it the price he has to pay for sanity?  Because if it is all the psychotropic drugs that are causing him to be almost helpless than what a price?  A price we are all paying.

Mike has a doctor's appointment this morning at the Indian Clinic which is about a 45 minute drive from here.  My older brother is taking him but Mike has developed some kind of fear of our older brother.  He was up all night stressed about having to go with him this morning.  Butch was a police officer for years and he talks the gruff cop talk.......it scares Mike and he doesn't want to be with him.

My problem is that I'm working and I just can't take off every time he has to go to a doctor or to get his meds.  Butch is the only help I have with Mike and losing his help would do me in I think.  However, I can't have Mike flipping out when he has to go with him either.  One more problem to try and work out.  Sometimes I wonder how I became in charge!  I guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Grandpa and The Monkey-Faced Boy

I always knew that my place on the family tree carried with it certain advantages.  I had the distinction of being the youngest child, the only daughter and the only sister.  I was also the only grand daughter of my mother’s parents, Marie and Rosser Lessel.
            The only grandfather I ever knew was not related to me by blood.  He was the man who married my grandmother when my mother was only five years old.  Granddad Lessel’s first wife died leaving behind a husband and young son.   He then married my Grandmother who also shared the same name as his first wife, Ida .
            Granddad was an immensely proud but gentle man.  I never thought of him as anything other than a real grandfather.  I never remember him laughing out loud but he always seemed to have a chuckle in his eyes.  He would often spend hours sitting in his rocker playing the dot game, hangman or tic-tac-toe with my brother and I.  In the warm, summer evenings Mike and I would run around in the yard while Granddad watched from the porch swing.  He would sit with one knee bent resting his foot on the swing and gently pushing it back and forth with his other foot.  As darkness encircled us we could only tell he was there by the soft orange glow of his Camel cigarette.  He held his cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger permanently staining them orange from the tobacco.  In those summer evenings my brother and I would catch fire flies under Granddad’s direction and put them in jars with little air holes punched in the lid.  In the morning the jars would be on the table where we had left them the night before but the lightening bugs would have mysteriously disappeared.  So the next evening we would begin our lightening bug round up all over again.
            Granddad Lessel had a dry sense of humor and he would tease without so much as a grin.  When I was about nine years old he began telling me the story of the monkey-faced boy.  It seems there was a boy who lived in Poteau who, according to Granddad, had the face of a monkey.  Granddad said the boy had lured some unsuspecting children to the top of Cavanaugh Hill and they were never seen again.  No one could prove the monkey-faced boy was responsible for their disappearance so he continued to roam about the town.  
            Well, this tale of the monkey-faced boy scared the be-jeebers out of me.  Granddad told the story every time we came to visit.  Then one summer while visiting my Grandparents I was sent to the corner market to purchase a loaf of bread.  The walk to the market was uneventful but on the return trip as I leisurely strolled along swinging the bread back and forth, I suddenly felt someone approaching me from behind.  I came to a sudden stop and stood frozen in my tracks.  I felt the air stir slightly as a bicycle suddenly stopped beside me and a boy leaned down and with his face close to mine said, “Hello.”  Everything turned to slow motion as I found myself looking straight into the eyes of the monkey-faced boy.  I let out a blood-curdling
 scream as the bread flew out of my hands and through the air.  I ran straight to my grandparent’s house and never looked back.  Hysterically I told my mother and grandmother of my frightening encounter with the monkey-faced boy while my granddad tried to dodge the piercing glares of the two women who were feverishly trying to calm me.  That was the last time I ever heard about the monkey-face boy.