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gratitude28:
I hope I will always be as strong as you, Izzy - all around. You are a big inspiration to so many of us here. Many of us could not make it through half of what you have suffered! I love seeing you plugging along and showing us how it's done!

Looking forward to reading more about your exploits :)

Beth

Izzy_*now*:
Hiya Beth,

So good to hear from you, and I am sorry that I forget your story. I know we talked a lot, you moved away..... and I'll check back.

I have been rather "self-indulgent" for these past 4 ½ + years, over this accident and the pain etc. Nothing else in my life. One thing after another just overlap and I try hard to remember the sequence of events. I was really over-drugged in hospital and that messed up my mind.

The settlement was made in April, after which came the arm pains and PMR (Polymyalgia Rheumatica) a joint inflammation. Had that been diagnosed any sooner, it would have been a mess to settle between PMR (mine) and the argument the Lawyers and doctors were having over my shoulder rotator cuffs giving out with my going into a HOME, estimated at over 5 years earlier than would be expected, which is still open on the books.

I have me a new fella to daydream about---as if I were about 35????? He delivers my wine. (My 2 gals do the health and household.) I don't even know his name but he is tall, slender in his 40s (I'm 74 so keep it to myself) and what I would go after 35 years ago. I called him today, no answer but he called back; I asked if he were working, he said "yes" and I said I wasn't and "wouldn't until he brought me some wine." He has a shy look that is so darling.

The rest of my life is the pits but I make the best of it---always have.....tried anyway!

My gals don't think I am self-indulgent, but, instead, restrained. I guess because the settlement ought to see me through, I have no problem slipping either of them $5, off the income records, just for a small, extra job, This way I spend and enjoy my settlement on things I need, things that please me, things that help others and when I die it wouldn't be worth it to anyone to hire a lawyer to contest my Will.

I mess with my computer and read. Then I have things like up in the night, knocked my toe, bled all over the kitchen floor, living room and bedroom carpets...and my arms aren't strong enough to clean, but Ellen will do what I missed when she comes on Tuesday. That's my life! (I still don't know which toe, since I cannot turn my foot upside down to look, so life will always be a mystery to me.

......and probably to everyone else too,

xx
Izzy


EDIT: My story of today is that I broke off the toilet seat, while scooting from it to my bath lift. *SNAP* I emailed Ellen, sent her  photo of a toilet (in case she didn't have one for reference. Ha! that's me) and ask her to determine when she can fit that into our schedule. She comes Tuesday anyway as I said.

She is my chore-runner as well as household. She'll bring a battery pack for my portable phone---I sent cash with her last time. If she buys a toilet seat and brings it, it will be on her Visa and I get the $$ to her on her cheque before Visa is due.

I can still drive, still have my car, but don't use it enough to make it worth the expenses, so the battery dies. Therefore, I am trying to sell it, and use taxis. It's only 23 years old with 140,000 miles on it!

Hopalong:
Oooch.
Sorry about your toe, Izz.
And your toilet seat.

What you teach me over and over is how small my problems are,
and how everything, literally everthing, is all a matter of perspective.

Hope both toe and toilet seat are back in proper order soon.

Is Karla still coming regularly?

love
Hops

Izzy_*now*:
Ha and Hi Hops

Nice when you check in.

The toilet seat is in place now. Ellen couldn’t get the old bolt out. I called the Super, who last worked on the offending bolt, and she couldn’t either. She said she’d call a workman….he came and couldn’t either  (Hurry up guys, I might need the washroom!!!!) He kept leaving for more tools and Ellen went shopping. He came back with a crowbar, and I laughed, thinking about his taking the crowbar to the whole damned room. Finally he went for a saw, and cut the top off----that flipping bolt will cause no one any more problems!! And I just sit and balance my accounts as everyone works. Ah! The Life!

Ellen returned with a battery pack for my hand held and it charging now. She also assembled my new vacuum, as my wrists are too weak. We need too long to charge it fully, so she used the carpet sweeper and then I’ll have her use this new one….all ok? Then take away the old one.

She is really good about things, and today I needed cash and I gave her my PIN# for the bank. (She wrote it down in the form of a telephone number, rather than forget or to lose the record.) I know the ramifications, but I have Faith in her and she in me. I asked her to bring a transaction slip, sign that she received $? from the bank, then under that I signed that I had received $? from her. We feel that is enough for the two of us and no one else, in this area, is to know.

Karla is POA and I turn it all over to her when I can never go back to the bank. Karla will never know. (I think there is some jealousy involved.) Otherwise a bank trip is not out of line for me, unless like this week with less meds, and the cold weather.

Don’t know which toe was cut but all appears healed!

Ellen comes once every 2 weeks and Karla once a week.

Ellen told me the cutest story about her youngest (of 4 sons). They all went someplace and she was designated to the bedroom that had fleece sheets. In retrospect, I think this youngest (9) was put with her, re sleeping space. He just loved the fleece sheets. In the long run, without going into T.’s secretive ways, he took money that he was saving for a puppy, got his eldest (18) brother to drive him to the store, bought fleece sheets for Ellen for her birthday. How terribly unselfish and sweet! (I somehow suspect they are also “for him”, and it would be very sad if he expected to sleep on his mother’s sheets, just because he bought them, as one night a phone call came in and she sent him back to his room. He was upset and she knew. She was talking with her friend, yet gave in , and went to him and sent him into her room-----T. was in his glory! Sound like trouble?)

More about health on my other post!

XX
Izzy

Hopalong:
I'm glad you have people you trust, and are so smart about it too.
We used to send my mother's daytime caregiver to the bank with a check to cash for hundreds.
(Given that she is about the most honest human being on the planet, it was not a problem.)
The tellers knew her and were always happy to see her--just handed over the money...

I miss that lady a lot. Just wrote her a note the other day.

Ellen's young T does sound a little attached, doesn't he?
But I've heard people talk about kids who are indulged that way growing up extra-secure, too.

Who knows. Ellen sounds like a nice person and Karla is matchless.

You done good, Izz.

love
Hops

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