It appears someone is having fun attemtping to hack into many of my accounts.
So far I've had to change innumerable passwords. Being on Prednisone and so many things going on at once I have trouble remembering them in the first place.
I received a mesage from Facebook that someone from Canada was trying to log into my account with a smart phone- Not so smart.
Now issues with Google and my blogs... Not to mention a few other places.
I guess some just have nothing better to do or nothing interesting in their lives..
well, hopefully all will calm down now.
I have been lax in posting also due to attempting to promote my business and other blog. But mainly due to severe-(and I mean severe) allergies as well as cracking a tooth which now need major repair...
Lovely---I hate going to the dentist... Transplant-no problem, Dentist-dread like the plague.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
National Organ Donor Awareness Month
April is our month. Our nationally recognized month to promote organ donation/transplantation. Our one time to go above and beyond to make sure those who are still "waiting and dying" for a life saving organ get the chance we've had. Or in my case the "many chances" I've had.
I recently posted this on my Facebook page, Bette Luksha-Gammell wants to know. If you could go back to a crossroad in your life, would you go or would you take the same path knowing the outcome?
I posted this mainly to see what the responses would be. As I suspected the replying comments were from friends in the transplant community. We all, candidates & recipients have a common mental bond with this question. We seem to immediately apply questions such as this to the desicions we made on our health. The meaning in effect is that transplantation is our life. Our one true goal is to live. Not just to survive, but to Live.
Along with this goal is the obligation to spread the word about organ donation. We must give back. Someone was spreading the word while we lay too sick to do so. They helped us to survive long enough to Live. Now, we must all join the fight to make sure those waiting get their chance at Life as well.
It is necessary to dispel the negative rumors still in circualtion regarding organ donation.
As I write this, the current total for those waiting has hit 106,886!
The total number of transplants in January 2010 was a mere 2,198. Is it any wonder so many "die waiting"?
I could have been in this category three times. Yet, I was Blessed with a perfect match each and every time. Like many of you, transplantation changed my thought processes, my ideals and goals. At the age of 31 I could actually dream of a future. I got this wonderful spring in my step, this joy for life. The simple things that meant so much before, well their meaning has reached astronomical proportions. Facing death, a person learns what is important and to never take anything or anyone for granted.
Live like you were dying. We know the true depth of this statement. Enjoy and cherish each and every memory -good, bad and otherwise. For you might not have been here to even endure them.
But most importantly-GIVE BACK. PAY IT FORWARD.. Give someone the chance to experience all the obstacles this life has to offer. Promote organ donation/transplantation. Sign an organ donor card and tell your family. One day you may wake to find a loved one needs that life saving donation. Please don't wait until that time to sign that card. Do it now... You won't regret it.
Share your life....... Share your decision.... Recycle yourself......
I recently posted this on my Facebook page, Bette Luksha-Gammell wants to know. If you could go back to a crossroad in your life, would you go or would you take the same path knowing the outcome?
I posted this mainly to see what the responses would be. As I suspected the replying comments were from friends in the transplant community. We all, candidates & recipients have a common mental bond with this question. We seem to immediately apply questions such as this to the desicions we made on our health. The meaning in effect is that transplantation is our life. Our one true goal is to live. Not just to survive, but to Live.
Along with this goal is the obligation to spread the word about organ donation. We must give back. Someone was spreading the word while we lay too sick to do so. They helped us to survive long enough to Live. Now, we must all join the fight to make sure those waiting get their chance at Life as well.
It is necessary to dispel the negative rumors still in circualtion regarding organ donation.
As I write this, the current total for those waiting has hit 106,886!
The total number of transplants in January 2010 was a mere 2,198. Is it any wonder so many "die waiting"?
I could have been in this category three times. Yet, I was Blessed with a perfect match each and every time. Like many of you, transplantation changed my thought processes, my ideals and goals. At the age of 31 I could actually dream of a future. I got this wonderful spring in my step, this joy for life. The simple things that meant so much before, well their meaning has reached astronomical proportions. Facing death, a person learns what is important and to never take anything or anyone for granted.
Live like you were dying. We know the true depth of this statement. Enjoy and cherish each and every memory -good, bad and otherwise. For you might not have been here to even endure them.
But most importantly-GIVE BACK. PAY IT FORWARD.. Give someone the chance to experience all the obstacles this life has to offer. Promote organ donation/transplantation. Sign an organ donor card and tell your family. One day you may wake to find a loved one needs that life saving donation. Please don't wait until that time to sign that card. Do it now... You won't regret it.
Share your life....... Share your decision.... Recycle yourself......
Sunday, April 4, 2010
You never know where your Gift of Life may come from
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/supermarket-customer-donates-kidney-favorite-cashier/story?id=10278738
This link takes you to the most wonderful story. What an Easter surprise to hear of such unslefish giving this morning... Another life saved through organ donation..
This link takes you to the most wonderful story. What an Easter surprise to hear of such unslefish giving this morning... Another life saved through organ donation..
Friday, March 19, 2010
Busy days can turn blue.
Upon waking this morning I realized it was going to be a busy day. I took my three boys for a quick walk, being ever mindful of little DB. DB is my little Toy Fox Terrier with a huge Alpha complex.
Our veterinarian has been treating DB for a severe heart problem for a few months, and it was time for his yearly physical and shots.
We've already increased the Lasix to twice a day if needed, but definitely once a day at least. Well, to say the least DB felt like Top Dog being able to go for a ride alone, without his brothers hogging windows and seats. He normally loves our veterinarian Dr. Ebert. Today was no different, he accepted his shots like a trouper, but decided he wanted no part of the nail clipping.
After DB was brought back in the room with me, he hid under the chair.. As usual his limit had been met.
Dr. Ebert came in to tell me his labs were good and he was ok to go home. His parting comment broke my heart. "His heart sounds horrible."
Four words-one small sentence, and my world comes crashing in. I've mentioned that through his initial diagnosis and meds, I began remembering my "old" health issues too. I remember running to find a bathroom when the Lasix kicked in. so I can only imagine a small 10 lb. dog on 20mg of Lasix.. We all hate to face the fact of a possible loss in our lives, more so when it's a Beloved pet. But DB is no ordinary pet.. He is the most Independently dependent canine I have ever had the pleasure to share a home with.
He must be on your lap if you sit down, under a blanket to stay warm. Then he is in total doggy heaven.
As I write this he has tucked himself under my sweatshirt to get close and warm. And snoring.
When DB is held, he puts his head on your shoulder and you feel the love and warmth all this little animal has to give. He is without a doubt -my best friend. Not mans'-mine.
DB has offered me comfort through chronic rejection with my first lung transplant, my second single lung transplant, neighbors poisoning his mate (an Airdale Terrier), losing his friend Maggie (Shih Tzu) to cancer, a kidney transplant, a pacemaker, and the list goes on.
I will take the best possible care of my little Alpha Dog. He has already earned his wings, but I want to keep him firmly planted on earth as long as possible.
Our veterinarian has been treating DB for a severe heart problem for a few months, and it was time for his yearly physical and shots.
We've already increased the Lasix to twice a day if needed, but definitely once a day at least. Well, to say the least DB felt like Top Dog being able to go for a ride alone, without his brothers hogging windows and seats. He normally loves our veterinarian Dr. Ebert. Today was no different, he accepted his shots like a trouper, but decided he wanted no part of the nail clipping.
After DB was brought back in the room with me, he hid under the chair.. As usual his limit had been met.
Dr. Ebert came in to tell me his labs were good and he was ok to go home. His parting comment broke my heart. "His heart sounds horrible."
Four words-one small sentence, and my world comes crashing in. I've mentioned that through his initial diagnosis and meds, I began remembering my "old" health issues too. I remember running to find a bathroom when the Lasix kicked in. so I can only imagine a small 10 lb. dog on 20mg of Lasix.. We all hate to face the fact of a possible loss in our lives, more so when it's a Beloved pet. But DB is no ordinary pet.. He is the most Independently dependent canine I have ever had the pleasure to share a home with.
He must be on your lap if you sit down, under a blanket to stay warm. Then he is in total doggy heaven.
As I write this he has tucked himself under my sweatshirt to get close and warm. And snoring.
When DB is held, he puts his head on your shoulder and you feel the love and warmth all this little animal has to give. He is without a doubt -my best friend. Not mans'-mine.
DB has offered me comfort through chronic rejection with my first lung transplant, my second single lung transplant, neighbors poisoning his mate (an Airdale Terrier), losing his friend Maggie (Shih Tzu) to cancer, a kidney transplant, a pacemaker, and the list goes on.
I will take the best possible care of my little Alpha Dog. He has already earned his wings, but I want to keep him firmly planted on earth as long as possible.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Go Gators
Now I don't mean the Florida Gators at University of Florida. I mean the Florida Gators as in alligators.
For the last few weeks on my morning walks I've seen a family of turtles (4-5) sunning the bank at a small pond on the Sumter Greenway. They always manage to duck back into the water before I can snap a picture.
This morning was a little different. As we started out and rounded the corner from my street onto Sumter, I again greeted the turtles but slowly floating in this small pond was a small alligator. It was no more than 3-3.5 feet in length. I quickly grabbed my phone to snap a photo, but alas having had my Blackberry only 2 days I took longer than he wanted me to. He slid to the bottom. Hopefully, NOT to jump out and attempt to grab one of my boys. Then it would be a fight to the death. No one messes with my boys.
We continued on our walk so the turtles could come back out and have a peaceful afternoon. At the next drainage pond, I looked in the distance searching for the 4 footer that usually basks on this bank. He was there. Suddenly I heard a loud splash close by-signalling possibly another gator in the area. Seeing nothing I went back in an attempt to zoom in on the other gator in the distance for a photo. I took a few and as I was leaving glanced down to the drain opening and there it was. The other gator that made the splash. Nose pointing at me, definitely warning me to stay out of his pond. I snapped a few quick photos, tightened the boys leashes and we finished on our walk.
Nature makes my morning walks much more enjoyable to trudging on the treadmill. My dogs chasing everything makes the walk interesting. I've been concerned that our little area might find it difficult recovering the unusual cold winter we've had. Thousands of fish were killed and had to be removed from our waterways due to the 10 days of continual freezing lows. Our yard is normaly filled with lizards of every kind and variety, but none so far... disappointing indeed. My giant rain frog who is renting space in my rain barrel is still alive, but I think his wife has gone to a warmer climate.
These walks as well as all my little creatures make my day easier. It's a calming way to face the day with no stress. Release those endorphins and take a short walk-or just sit outside and enjoy nature. The effects can be amazing..
P.S... I am a UF Gator too... Born that way-and thanks to the great people at Shands reborn that way.
For the last few weeks on my morning walks I've seen a family of turtles (4-5) sunning the bank at a small pond on the Sumter Greenway. They always manage to duck back into the water before I can snap a picture.
This morning was a little different. As we started out and rounded the corner from my street onto Sumter, I again greeted the turtles but slowly floating in this small pond was a small alligator. It was no more than 3-3.5 feet in length. I quickly grabbed my phone to snap a photo, but alas having had my Blackberry only 2 days I took longer than he wanted me to. He slid to the bottom. Hopefully, NOT to jump out and attempt to grab one of my boys. Then it would be a fight to the death. No one messes with my boys.
We continued on our walk so the turtles could come back out and have a peaceful afternoon. At the next drainage pond, I looked in the distance searching for the 4 footer that usually basks on this bank. He was there. Suddenly I heard a loud splash close by-signalling possibly another gator in the area. Seeing nothing I went back in an attempt to zoom in on the other gator in the distance for a photo. I took a few and as I was leaving glanced down to the drain opening and there it was. The other gator that made the splash. Nose pointing at me, definitely warning me to stay out of his pond. I snapped a few quick photos, tightened the boys leashes and we finished on our walk.
Nature makes my morning walks much more enjoyable to trudging on the treadmill. My dogs chasing everything makes the walk interesting. I've been concerned that our little area might find it difficult recovering the unusual cold winter we've had. Thousands of fish were killed and had to be removed from our waterways due to the 10 days of continual freezing lows. Our yard is normaly filled with lizards of every kind and variety, but none so far... disappointing indeed. My giant rain frog who is renting space in my rain barrel is still alive, but I think his wife has gone to a warmer climate.
These walks as well as all my little creatures make my day easier. It's a calming way to face the day with no stress. Release those endorphins and take a short walk-or just sit outside and enjoy nature. The effects can be amazing..
P.S... I am a UF Gator too... Born that way-and thanks to the great people at Shands reborn that way.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Disappointing editorial in todays paper
I read the following editorial with increasing dismay this morning.
apparently all those promises of NO CUTS TO MEDICARE we were
promised were once again false campaign/ presidential promises.
While this may not affect many of you in other states, it has a huge impact on Florida.
Many retirees have chosen to make Floridas warmer climates their homes in later years.
With these cuts those reitrees who are not in perfect health and the disabled all which are
ineligible for a Medicare Supplement will be hit hardest.
Once again, those who can least afford it, will be the ones to be made to pay and struggle.
I have been in situations where I had to juggle finances to achieve the unthinkable.
Pulling my hair out, and wringing my hands in total despair was not my idea of fun.
Why should the disabled, organ transplant recipients, and seniors who have been denied a Medicare supplement once again be forced to choose between life and health care, prescriptions, etc.
And why, can someone tell me, why should a physician have to feel the brunt of watching their patients suffer due to financial difficulties and Medicare cuts?
More Medicare pressure
I have been a practicing internist in Venice for 10 years. I am writing concerning Medicare cuts in physician reimbursement, not to make readers feel sorry for doctors, but to let people know how these cuts will affect them.
Physician payments through Medicare are based on a formula called the sustainable growth rate. This has resulted in yearly cuts in physician reimbursements, which have been delayed by last-minute acts of Congress. These fixes, for the most part, have resulted in fees remaining the same while expenses continue to rise. This year, Congress put a two-month patch on the problem. It expired March 1 and physician reimbursement was cut by 21.6 percent.
What will happen as a result? Physicians will drop out of the Medicare program en masse or, if they're able, they will retire. Many will go out of business. Florida physicians will leave for areas with fewer Medicare patients, resulting in Medicare patients losing their doctors or paying them out of pocket. The doctors who remain will cut costs by cutting staff and services such as after-hours care. This will result in further pressure on emergency rooms. Doctors will also begin charging patients for things such as phone calls, prescription refills, etc.
Readers, tell your congressmen to fix the problem. If not, you'll have other chances, because reimbursement is supposed to be cut further to a total of 47 percent by 2012. But, by that time, there may not be any physicians left.
Eric Lough, M.D.
Nokomis, FL
apparently all those promises of NO CUTS TO MEDICARE we were
promised were once again false campaign/ presidential promises.
While this may not affect many of you in other states, it has a huge impact on Florida.
Many retirees have chosen to make Floridas warmer climates their homes in later years.
With these cuts those reitrees who are not in perfect health and the disabled all which are
ineligible for a Medicare Supplement will be hit hardest.
Once again, those who can least afford it, will be the ones to be made to pay and struggle.
I have been in situations where I had to juggle finances to achieve the unthinkable.
Pulling my hair out, and wringing my hands in total despair was not my idea of fun.
Why should the disabled, organ transplant recipients, and seniors who have been denied a Medicare supplement once again be forced to choose between life and health care, prescriptions, etc.
And why, can someone tell me, why should a physician have to feel the brunt of watching their patients suffer due to financial difficulties and Medicare cuts?
More Medicare pressure
I have been a practicing internist in Venice for 10 years. I am writing concerning Medicare cuts in physician reimbursement, not to make readers feel sorry for doctors, but to let people know how these cuts will affect them.
Physician payments through Medicare are based on a formula called the sustainable growth rate. This has resulted in yearly cuts in physician reimbursements, which have been delayed by last-minute acts of Congress. These fixes, for the most part, have resulted in fees remaining the same while expenses continue to rise. This year, Congress put a two-month patch on the problem. It expired March 1 and physician reimbursement was cut by 21.6 percent.
What will happen as a result? Physicians will drop out of the Medicare program en masse or, if they're able, they will retire. Many will go out of business. Florida physicians will leave for areas with fewer Medicare patients, resulting in Medicare patients losing their doctors or paying them out of pocket. The doctors who remain will cut costs by cutting staff and services such as after-hours care. This will result in further pressure on emergency rooms. Doctors will also begin charging patients for things such as phone calls, prescription refills, etc.
Readers, tell your congressmen to fix the problem. If not, you'll have other chances, because reimbursement is supposed to be cut further to a total of 47 percent by 2012. But, by that time, there may not be any physicians left.
Eric Lough, M.D.
Nokomis, FL
Monday, March 1, 2010
It's Monday
I should have known this morning was going to start out wrong when I looked out the window last night and commented on the gorgeous full moon.
While retrieving a fork from the dish drainer (Yes I hand wash my dishes) a glass bowl fell. I didn't realize until today how heavy glass can shatter into a million -yes million shards of tiny red glass.
Broken glass managed to make it into 4 rooms of the house. Ozzi hit the pet door -planning never to return and the other 2 boys shrunk back under the blankets where they were sleeping. As I was just finishing sweeping this cute little black nose peeked through the pet door-yes Oz it's ok to come back in. He hates loud noises..
For the walk... DB is annoyed because his leader leash broke yesterday and doesn't retract all the way inside the casing. I literally had to carry him 2 blocks and will probably again for todays walk. He's only 10 lbs and a toy fox terrier, so anything dragging is an anoyance.
I tried sending a msg via text on my phone and ATT is refusing text and wants to charge me multimedia- so a visit to the local store is on my list today. My honey do list is getting larger by the second.
What more is there to say? It's Monday... But the bright side is I get one hour of awesome TV with 24!
While retrieving a fork from the dish drainer (Yes I hand wash my dishes) a glass bowl fell. I didn't realize until today how heavy glass can shatter into a million -yes million shards of tiny red glass.
Broken glass managed to make it into 4 rooms of the house. Ozzi hit the pet door -planning never to return and the other 2 boys shrunk back under the blankets where they were sleeping. As I was just finishing sweeping this cute little black nose peeked through the pet door-yes Oz it's ok to come back in. He hates loud noises..
For the walk... DB is annoyed because his leader leash broke yesterday and doesn't retract all the way inside the casing. I literally had to carry him 2 blocks and will probably again for todays walk. He's only 10 lbs and a toy fox terrier, so anything dragging is an anoyance.
I tried sending a msg via text on my phone and ATT is refusing text and wants to charge me multimedia- so a visit to the local store is on my list today. My honey do list is getting larger by the second.
What more is there to say? It's Monday... But the bright side is I get one hour of awesome TV with 24!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Please vote
Year of the River City-wide Photography Contest Jacksonville.com#SD#SD
Please go to this link and vote for the photo "Rosy LazyRiver" it was taken by a very dear friend and heart transplant recipient Lon Bullman.
I think it's the greatest photo on the list..
Thanks to all.
Please go to this link and vote for the photo "Rosy LazyRiver" it was taken by a very dear friend and heart transplant recipient Lon Bullman.
I think it's the greatest photo on the list..
Thanks to all.
Monday, February 22, 2010
LabCorp continued
I've left a few online requests at LabCorp.com for someone to please contact me because I need to have an issue resolved... Nothing in a week.
Guess they don't respond via email either.
Anyway, since I am taking the Multaq I've reduced my Prograf from 3mg twice a day to 2 mg twice a day.
Might save a little money-until I find out how much the Multaq will cost me.
I still feel my heart race for 10-15 seconds at a time, so I'll have to wait and see if it's really going to help me or not.
I have discovered that an elevated blood sugar will wreak havoc with my body along with the heart. So another reason for everyone to keep your blood sugar in control..
It took about 3 days to feel like really getting back to exercising after starting to take the Multaq, but now I'm bakc to my 2 miles in the morning with the boys, plus hitting the treadmill for another 30 minutes after dinner.
Next I hit the gym again.
Guess they don't respond via email either.
Anyway, since I am taking the Multaq I've reduced my Prograf from 3mg twice a day to 2 mg twice a day.
Might save a little money-until I find out how much the Multaq will cost me.
I still feel my heart race for 10-15 seconds at a time, so I'll have to wait and see if it's really going to help me or not.
I have discovered that an elevated blood sugar will wreak havoc with my body along with the heart. So another reason for everyone to keep your blood sugar in control..
It took about 3 days to feel like really getting back to exercising after starting to take the Multaq, but now I'm bakc to my 2 miles in the morning with the boys, plus hitting the treadmill for another 30 minutes after dinner.
Next I hit the gym again.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
LabCorp-Monthly lab visits
Many can relate to the monthly bloodwork we have done to maintain our immunosuppressive levels.
Well I've had to try and calm down after my visit on Monday to LabCorp.
I always go online to make an appointment, since we my labs must be done on Mondays and a purple top
tube FedEx'd to shands. The labs here are always packed on Mondays and Tuesdays, especially during season, the reason for my appointment.
Was I glad I did! The place was mobbed.To my dismay there were all new technicians, and the lady at the front desk was clueless. If I didn't know better I swear she's probably pulled her hair out by now after all she handled. I was concerned since I have one good vein left and only one person I know can find it the first time.
Well I got there at 8:05 for an 8:15 AM appointment and signed in. The receptionist made so many copies of my lab paperwork I cringed at the thought of the loss of a rainforest. And she gave me 3 copies back of the same piece of paper.! I finally got in the lab, the tech. looked at the paperwork with a strange look. I immediately thought, "here I go again" having to explain in detail what the paperwork says and that I take a tube with me for Fed Ex. The tech looked at me and said, "But we do this test here." "Well, maybe but you do if differently than my transplant center." I pointed out that the second piece of paperwork stated I would take a purple top tube with me. She responded that she had to call her supervisor. "I want to speak with her when you get her on the phone, and I have to get on the road to another appointment." She got the supervisor "Nan" on the phone, who asked me if I was having other bloodwork done. When I replied yes, she said well then I'll allow it.. YOU'LL allow it? I've been doing this same procedure for the last 8 years.
The issue was that if the Tacrolimus was the only blood draw I was having she was going to refuse. Labcorp would get no money for drawing the blood. No mattter what my paperwork said.
I asked what happens if my levels are off and I need to get the Tacrolimus re-tested in a week? No answer..
In talking with the tech she mentioned that Lab Corp regularly moves their techs areound so they don't get too comfortable with the patients. I advised her that this is inadequate patient care. The regular techs would have seen my appointment and if there were any issues it would have been handled before I even got there.
I finally got out of there at 8:55. A quick appointment which should have been easy took 50 minutes!
I was also given a phone number for this Nan and advised to have her fax me an approval letter for the next visit... Yeah right.... Nan has not answered her phone since yesterday nor has an answering machine.
At this point I've renamed LabCorp to LabCrap.
Well I've had to try and calm down after my visit on Monday to LabCorp.
I always go online to make an appointment, since we my labs must be done on Mondays and a purple top
tube FedEx'd to shands. The labs here are always packed on Mondays and Tuesdays, especially during season, the reason for my appointment.
Was I glad I did! The place was mobbed.To my dismay there were all new technicians, and the lady at the front desk was clueless. If I didn't know better I swear she's probably pulled her hair out by now after all she handled. I was concerned since I have one good vein left and only one person I know can find it the first time.
Well I got there at 8:05 for an 8:15 AM appointment and signed in. The receptionist made so many copies of my lab paperwork I cringed at the thought of the loss of a rainforest. And she gave me 3 copies back of the same piece of paper.! I finally got in the lab, the tech. looked at the paperwork with a strange look. I immediately thought, "here I go again" having to explain in detail what the paperwork says and that I take a tube with me for Fed Ex. The tech looked at me and said, "But we do this test here." "Well, maybe but you do if differently than my transplant center." I pointed out that the second piece of paperwork stated I would take a purple top tube with me. She responded that she had to call her supervisor. "I want to speak with her when you get her on the phone, and I have to get on the road to another appointment." She got the supervisor "Nan" on the phone, who asked me if I was having other bloodwork done. When I replied yes, she said well then I'll allow it.. YOU'LL allow it? I've been doing this same procedure for the last 8 years.
The issue was that if the Tacrolimus was the only blood draw I was having she was going to refuse. Labcorp would get no money for drawing the blood. No mattter what my paperwork said.
I asked what happens if my levels are off and I need to get the Tacrolimus re-tested in a week? No answer..
In talking with the tech she mentioned that Lab Corp regularly moves their techs areound so they don't get too comfortable with the patients. I advised her that this is inadequate patient care. The regular techs would have seen my appointment and if there were any issues it would have been handled before I even got there.
I finally got out of there at 8:55. A quick appointment which should have been easy took 50 minutes!
I was also given a phone number for this Nan and advised to have her fax me an approval letter for the next visit... Yeah right.... Nan has not answered her phone since yesterday nor has an answering machine.
At this point I've renamed LabCorp to LabCrap.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The heart will have its way...
I realized that I forgot to update my blog as to my heart rate issue and the heart monitor.
Well to make a long story short I went to the Cardiologist, he wasn't there, so I asked the pacemaker nurse
why I needed a heart monitor since I had a pacemaker recording every beat my heart makes?
The response I received was that a heart monitor records everything in real time.. Doesn't the pacemaker?
Well, yes. I then asked that since this only happens about once a month, and I just had my monthly occurrence what would the monitor record? Nothing was the answer.. So she ran a copy of my pacemaker and I came home.
Wednesday morning I received a phone call from the office and the doctor wanted me to come in earlier and speak with him... Uh oh..in trouble now...:(
I recently went to the doctor and we had a nice chat about my options. I now have Atrial Fibrilation where I had a type of Ventricular Tachycardia before. The ablation worked last time because it is not as invasive and difficult as the a-fib.. Lucky me again.. I had the option of taking meds as needed when the A-fib started like I was doing, taking a daily med to keep my heart calm (yeah right), or trying for ablation.
since ablation for A-Fib is more difficult and does not work as often I'm not ready for this right yet.
I've chosen to take Multaq at a half dose to keep my heart calm and prevent the A-Fib from happening.
I wanted to do something because the longer a person stays in A-fib the more likely they are to have a blood clot or a stroke. Count me out on this score. I have enough to deal with, without dealing with this too.
Feeling a thousand butterflies beating to get out of my chest is bad enough, but to worry about blood pooling in my heart and a stroke... Not this girl..
Sometimes I truly wonder if I would have been better off receiveing a heart and double lung transplant like I was originally listed to receive.. I am positive my doctors (all of them) will have reasons to veto this train of thought.
Well to make a long story short I went to the Cardiologist, he wasn't there, so I asked the pacemaker nurse
why I needed a heart monitor since I had a pacemaker recording every beat my heart makes?
The response I received was that a heart monitor records everything in real time.. Doesn't the pacemaker?
Well, yes. I then asked that since this only happens about once a month, and I just had my monthly occurrence what would the monitor record? Nothing was the answer.. So she ran a copy of my pacemaker and I came home.
Wednesday morning I received a phone call from the office and the doctor wanted me to come in earlier and speak with him... Uh oh..in trouble now...:(
I recently went to the doctor and we had a nice chat about my options. I now have Atrial Fibrilation where I had a type of Ventricular Tachycardia before. The ablation worked last time because it is not as invasive and difficult as the a-fib.. Lucky me again.. I had the option of taking meds as needed when the A-fib started like I was doing, taking a daily med to keep my heart calm (yeah right), or trying for ablation.
since ablation for A-Fib is more difficult and does not work as often I'm not ready for this right yet.
I've chosen to take Multaq at a half dose to keep my heart calm and prevent the A-Fib from happening.
I wanted to do something because the longer a person stays in A-fib the more likely they are to have a blood clot or a stroke. Count me out on this score. I have enough to deal with, without dealing with this too.
Feeling a thousand butterflies beating to get out of my chest is bad enough, but to worry about blood pooling in my heart and a stroke... Not this girl..
Sometimes I truly wonder if I would have been better off receiveing a heart and double lung transplant like I was originally listed to receive.. I am positive my doctors (all of them) will have reasons to veto this train of thought.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Email from a good friend Tonya
Below is a copy of an email I received from a good friend. Please pray for this family as they send a loved one on to save others:
this is from another board I belong to...
I have copied it over to here for our family to call prayers up for the family..
Two of my nephew's very good friends and wrestling buddies were in a horrific traffic accident this past Tuesday. I did not post then as it seemed neither would survive but both are still clinging to life. The boys are brothers Will (17) and Cordell (15) last name are kept private per parents request.
Cordell has been on life support since the accident and the doctors were looking to take him off but the father felt his hand move and thought it very deliberate by the third time, most doubt it was anything but involuntary but we are still praying for a miracle.
Will came out of his coma but his reaction was so traumatic and his pain so great the doctors had to put him back into a medically induced coma.
This is a wrestling photo I have with my nephew in the front, Will is directly behind him, and Cordell is to the right.
The family is in a state that I cannot begin to describe (as well as us as friends) so all prayers to God our father for healing, comfort and peace will be greatly appreciated.
Thank you~ Penny
Cordell (the young man on the right) was taken of life support and has passed.
The family wanted to let others know that Cordell will go on to save others specifically, an 11 year old boy will be receiving his heart, a 38 year old man his lungs, and an infant part of his intestines. The doctors say that he could save 100 lives.
this is from another board I belong to...
I have copied it over to here for our family to call prayers up for the family..
Two of my nephew's very good friends and wrestling buddies were in a horrific traffic accident this past Tuesday. I did not post then as it seemed neither would survive but both are still clinging to life. The boys are brothers Will (17) and Cordell (15) last name are kept private per parents request.
Cordell has been on life support since the accident and the doctors were looking to take him off but the father felt his hand move and thought it very deliberate by the third time, most doubt it was anything but involuntary but we are still praying for a miracle.
Will came out of his coma but his reaction was so traumatic and his pain so great the doctors had to put him back into a medically induced coma.
This is a wrestling photo I have with my nephew in the front, Will is directly behind him, and Cordell is to the right.
The family is in a state that I cannot begin to describe (as well as us as friends) so all prayers to God our father for healing, comfort and peace will be greatly appreciated.
Thank you~ Penny
Cordell (the young man on the right) was taken of life support and has passed.
The family wanted to let others know that Cordell will go on to save others specifically, an 11 year old boy will be receiving his heart, a 38 year old man his lungs, and an infant part of his intestines. The doctors say that he could save 100 lives.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Dogs, Days, & Possible Depression?
You may not be aware but I moderate the comments that come through this blog. I moderate mainly because I do not want any profane items showing up.
That being said, yesterday I had comments to moderate for my previous blog "Today's gonna be a great day". I opened the comments and was unsure of how to respond or if I should. The comment left was:
"Every dog has it's day", and this bothered me. I've thought quite a bit about my reaction and others if they had read them. My Prednisone fogged brain immediately saw the negative. Thoughts that ran through my head were: What! Are you jealous?, How dare you?. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to contact the person leaving the comments and ask if they would explain why they would leave such a comment.
I've discussed this with a good friend and his response was the positive side. Yeah every dog has his day and you finally get to enjoy yours! I somewhat agreed, but why post it that way? Congratulations of a Gift of Life would sound more apporpriate. During our discussion I had the epiphany that possibly this person was depressed, maybe waiting for a transplant. I explained my reasoning as this person was reaching out for a shoulder or someone to listen and say, I've been there too. Thus the true meaning behind my blog.
First let me remind everyone reading, that the sole purpose of my blog is outreach. To help the healthy understand what we endure in our quest for survival , but more importantly to be there for those candidates and recipients who need to hear it's ok to feel this way. Please don't misunderstand that because I sound positive now, this does not mean it's been a perfect day at the beach the last 20 years of my life.
It has not, by no means. But and I state this emphatically, I have been there, I have conquered whatever the medical field has managed to throw at me, and I am still positive and ready to tell everyone about it.
So I would like to close by letting this person know that even though you left the comments, I hope you can let me know you are OK. More importantly if you need someone to listen while you let all the anguish out, I am here. If not me, I will happily put you in touch with others like me who care.
That being said, yesterday I had comments to moderate for my previous blog "Today's gonna be a great day". I opened the comments and was unsure of how to respond or if I should. The comment left was:
"Every dog has it's day", and this bothered me. I've thought quite a bit about my reaction and others if they had read them. My Prednisone fogged brain immediately saw the negative. Thoughts that ran through my head were: What! Are you jealous?, How dare you?. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to contact the person leaving the comments and ask if they would explain why they would leave such a comment.
I've discussed this with a good friend and his response was the positive side. Yeah every dog has his day and you finally get to enjoy yours! I somewhat agreed, but why post it that way? Congratulations of a Gift of Life would sound more apporpriate. During our discussion I had the epiphany that possibly this person was depressed, maybe waiting for a transplant. I explained my reasoning as this person was reaching out for a shoulder or someone to listen and say, I've been there too. Thus the true meaning behind my blog.
First let me remind everyone reading, that the sole purpose of my blog is outreach. To help the healthy understand what we endure in our quest for survival , but more importantly to be there for those candidates and recipients who need to hear it's ok to feel this way. Please don't misunderstand that because I sound positive now, this does not mean it's been a perfect day at the beach the last 20 years of my life.
It has not, by no means. But and I state this emphatically, I have been there, I have conquered whatever the medical field has managed to throw at me, and I am still positive and ready to tell everyone about it.
So I would like to close by letting this person know that even though you left the comments, I hope you can let me know you are OK. More importantly if you need someone to listen while you let all the anguish out, I am here. If not me, I will happily put you in touch with others like me who care.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Today's gonna be a great day!
While this may be great lyrics for a song- The Blackeyed Peas just in case you haven't heard it on TV, I have gotten in the habit of telling myself this each and every morning. I am Blessed to wake up. I am Blessed to be out of the wheelchair. I am Blessed to be off oxygen. I am Blessed my kidneys work and no more diet restrictions.
Let's face it... I'm Blessed.
Actually we are all Blessed to be alive and enjoying life's good moments and obstacles. It wasn't that long ago I was told (3 times) I was going to die. Those are words no one should have to hear, especially at 17, or 31, or 45 for that matter.
I actually didn't hear it at 17, my parents did and told me later. So there wasn't much impact. I did know that my life was going to be shorter than most. So I justified it by telling my parents my philosophy:
"If I die old -no one remembers, BUT if I die young, no-one forgets." This was merely a way for me to put this part of my life in perspective, and cover my nervousness.
This death sentence was always pushed up each time I hit a new milestone. When I passed 20 it was pushed to 25, then to 30. I guess back then it was all the doctors had to go on. I remember mentioning to my Mom that turning 30 was difficult enough, geez do they have to put a death sentence on too?
Of course there were hospital visits during all of this. After all, I was a boisterous young adult. Plus I was told to go out and live my life to the fullest. If I died, I was going to anyway. Good thought. I took all this in and did just that.
Waiting for the first transplant didn't seem so bad. I had all this time to prepare for my impending departure. You might say I had consigned myself to the inevitable. NOW,the second was devastating. To say it was devastating is an understatement. To spend 9 years of total freedom, doing things I never dreamed of and then be told I had chronic rejection was enough. The disease and destruction was so fast I found myself wishing I still had Pulmonary Hypertension. After all, it was easier to deal with. To be given soemthing so wonderful as breathing, set goals in life, achieve those goals and then .... You get the picture I'm sure. Oxygen, wheelchairs, gasping for breath, total and utter defeating debilitation. This time was extremely difficult for me to accept. I was NOT ready this time. Please don't take away what I've so recently learned to enjoy!
This is the time when I began to find comfort in so many little things we take for granted. Sitting outside in the morning with a cup of coffee watching the breeze blow through the palms, a light rain on leaves, the calm of a glassy lake. I also began continual conversations with God. I've talked with God all my life, now we were best friends talking about everything. He convinced me to use my every ounce of energy and breath to get out of bed each morning. Take my meds. Eat-when I'd decided breathing was more important. God was my support system, my main support system. Most of my days were spent alone, so God was my only friend and He stopped by to visit all the time. He taught me to look in the mirror every morning, see a face in pain, smile and say "It's gonna be a great day!"
So with each new hip pain, knee pain, whatever new obstacle thrown in my path: I still tell myself this every morning. It works.
By the way ...I still love the small wonders around me. Yes even the rain and cold.
Let's face it... I'm Blessed.
Actually we are all Blessed to be alive and enjoying life's good moments and obstacles. It wasn't that long ago I was told (3 times) I was going to die. Those are words no one should have to hear, especially at 17, or 31, or 45 for that matter.
I actually didn't hear it at 17, my parents did and told me later. So there wasn't much impact. I did know that my life was going to be shorter than most. So I justified it by telling my parents my philosophy:
"If I die old -no one remembers, BUT if I die young, no-one forgets." This was merely a way for me to put this part of my life in perspective, and cover my nervousness.
This death sentence was always pushed up each time I hit a new milestone. When I passed 20 it was pushed to 25, then to 30. I guess back then it was all the doctors had to go on. I remember mentioning to my Mom that turning 30 was difficult enough, geez do they have to put a death sentence on too?
Of course there were hospital visits during all of this. After all, I was a boisterous young adult. Plus I was told to go out and live my life to the fullest. If I died, I was going to anyway. Good thought. I took all this in and did just that.
Waiting for the first transplant didn't seem so bad. I had all this time to prepare for my impending departure. You might say I had consigned myself to the inevitable. NOW,the second was devastating. To say it was devastating is an understatement. To spend 9 years of total freedom, doing things I never dreamed of and then be told I had chronic rejection was enough. The disease and destruction was so fast I found myself wishing I still had Pulmonary Hypertension. After all, it was easier to deal with. To be given soemthing so wonderful as breathing, set goals in life, achieve those goals and then .... You get the picture I'm sure. Oxygen, wheelchairs, gasping for breath, total and utter defeating debilitation. This time was extremely difficult for me to accept. I was NOT ready this time. Please don't take away what I've so recently learned to enjoy!
This is the time when I began to find comfort in so many little things we take for granted. Sitting outside in the morning with a cup of coffee watching the breeze blow through the palms, a light rain on leaves, the calm of a glassy lake. I also began continual conversations with God. I've talked with God all my life, now we were best friends talking about everything. He convinced me to use my every ounce of energy and breath to get out of bed each morning. Take my meds. Eat-when I'd decided breathing was more important. God was my support system, my main support system. Most of my days were spent alone, so God was my only friend and He stopped by to visit all the time. He taught me to look in the mirror every morning, see a face in pain, smile and say "It's gonna be a great day!"
So with each new hip pain, knee pain, whatever new obstacle thrown in my path: I still tell myself this every morning. It works.
By the way ...I still love the small wonders around me. Yes even the rain and cold.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Contest! I need a name!
I've recently posted a contest on my other blog I need a name -medieval or mythical for my little pendant. The best name given will win one of the pendants.
I'll be selling them at a Medieval Faire so this is why the medieval name.
I'd like to have something catchy that will attract both sexes. I seriously doubt a boy or man would buy nor wear a pendant titled: "Faerie Stones" even though I really like the name.
If you have a few moments please visit my blog and post your entry..you just might win..
I'll be selling them at a Medieval Faire so this is why the medieval name.
I'd like to have something catchy that will attract both sexes. I seriously doubt a boy or man would buy nor wear a pendant titled: "Faerie Stones" even though I really like the name.
If you have a few moments please visit my blog and post your entry..you just might win..
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Morning is starting out great
I wanted to check my stores and email before getting ready for the Medieval Faire.
Well Comcast requested I change my port for my emails which caused ALL my messages to be sent to
Windows Mail. I like ONE email provider, not juggling 2.
Comcast assured me my messages would stay in Comcast.Not.
After sifting through them all I found one exciting email.
It was from a very nice Etsy artist telling me she had included my earrings in an Etsy Awareness Treasury!
I am psyched.
This is my first ever Treasury on Etsy, so my day went from frustrated to cloud Nine!
If you have a moment, please visit the Treasury and post a comment on the wonderful work all the artists have done. Awareness is for us all.
BTW...My design is the Sterling Silver Organ Donor Awareness Ribbon Earrings.
http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=108005
You may need an Etsy account to post comments, it's free. If you prefer not to open one, viewing means alot too.
Thanks
Well Comcast requested I change my port for my emails which caused ALL my messages to be sent to
Windows Mail. I like ONE email provider, not juggling 2.
Comcast assured me my messages would stay in Comcast.Not.
After sifting through them all I found one exciting email.
It was from a very nice Etsy artist telling me she had included my earrings in an Etsy Awareness Treasury!
I am psyched.
This is my first ever Treasury on Etsy, so my day went from frustrated to cloud Nine!
If you have a moment, please visit the Treasury and post a comment on the wonderful work all the artists have done. Awareness is for us all.
BTW...My design is the Sterling Silver Organ Donor Awareness Ribbon Earrings.
http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=108005
You may need an Etsy account to post comments, it's free. If you prefer not to open one, viewing means alot too.
Thanks
Monday, January 18, 2010
Hearts-broken and otherwise
Well this afternoon I get to wear a 24hour heart monitor. Yay :-(
This seems to be the thousandth time I've gotten one of these jewels and to date have shown nothing to be concerned about. I do have a fast heart rate at times. I mean who wouldn't after open heart surgery and a double lung transplant, a single left lung transplant, a kidney transplant, and a pacemaker implant. Oh and please take into consideration all those meds we love to take. Originally in 1991 after my first transplant I did have to take time and recover from the heart surgery. I had an atrial septal defect which had to be closed surgically at the same time as my lung transplant to be effective. I took Procardia for 6 months and then all was fine for quite a few years.
Then came time for the 2nd lung transplant and all the meds to curtail the chronic rejection. I was also very close to renal failure at the time. All this combined with the fact I was getting progressively weaker by the minute and wasting away wreaked havoc on my poor tired heart. I was once again placed on meds to control and slow my heart rate. Well, after the kidney transplant it was felt I didn't need to take the meds anymore so they were slowly weaned off. It took all of 6 months to prove how I needed them.
Being diabetic the first time my heart truly raced I was unsure if it was my blood sugar dropping or something else. I attritbute it to low blood sugar since I had the cold clammy sweat on the back of my neck, the horrible almost nauseaus feel in the pit of my stomeach, etc. We were at a Harley Davidson shop after enjoying a much needed bike ride. All at once I got these feelings and they were not abating. Seeing a small vending area with a few tables, I made a beeline for the coke machine and a table. I drank the coke and it didn't really help too much. By this time I was literally sweating bullets. I used evey napkin the little metal holder had on my table and then another table too. I was speechless at the amount of sweating since I rarely sweat. I was also sitting directly in front of the AC vent. Well, another coke later and a hot dog, I began to feel better, not like myself but better. So with that off we went on the bike and home. I never truly attributed this to my heart rate. Just a freak blood sugar occurrence. I now know better.
The next time was more vocal. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I did as normal, walked into the bath, sat down, and promplty woke up on the floor. Not usual. We finally caught the culprit. Dr. Baz immediately set me up with Cardiology to find the reason . What they found was when my heart rate rose if they pressed on my neck it would slow down to normal. Well since I can't walk around with my hand on my neck except maybe in a vampire movie, we made arrangements for ablation. This ablation was for Ventricular tachycardia. It was for the lower chambers of my heart. Before this I also received a pacemaker, another story altogether, believe me.
After the ablation all was perfect. That is up until now. Now it appears my issue is with the Atrium, thus A-fib. I've been told this is more difficult to control with ablation, wow lucky me. Anyway as the story goes, last Thursday I was getting out of the recliner and my heart rate jumped from 51 beats per minute to 101. This may not seem like much to you but those darned butterflies that got trapped in my chest were beating like crazy to get out. Not to mention the slight nausea I had too. I immediately took one of my Metoprolol PRN tablets. I continued with preparing dinner, sweeping, etc. hoping my heart rate would slow down. Well it didn't. I decided to take another tablet before I went to bed around 10:00PM. I got a little sleep and woke in the middle of the night not wanting to get up. My heart rate felt slower and I didn't want to do anything to push it into hyper drive. I could feel it rise, then slow, rise, then slow as if it were trying to correct itself. I got up, took another tablet, checked the blood sugar-low again, ate some yogurt and settled into the recliner for a few hours. Friday morning it was at 85 but holding steady. I called the doctor and he decided on the heart monitor. After taking another tablet I am happy to say I've been at 51-55 heart beats per minute ever since. But I did have to take it easy for all of Friday. If this keeps happening it will seriously impede my exercise routine. After all, I'm scared to death to hop on the treadmill when I'm almost at target heart rate without trying!
Since this only happens about once a month I'm having trouble understanding why I need the monitor. I have a Pacemaker and it should show everything. At least I know it does when the nurse does a printout every 6 months. Why couldn't I just go into the office on Friday and them run a strip? I mean let's be serious if I only have this once a month, I've already had my turn, what's the monitor gonna show? I guess all this stems from the fact I really dread getting this darned thing. I'm allowed this feeling after all these years... Geez, I've earned it right... Oh well, resigned to the fact... Off I go to get wired...
BTW... As I told a good friend when we talked about this yesterday... This is NOT cunducive to a night of great sex nor will it make me feel that way either:-)
This seems to be the thousandth time I've gotten one of these jewels and to date have shown nothing to be concerned about. I do have a fast heart rate at times. I mean who wouldn't after open heart surgery and a double lung transplant, a single left lung transplant, a kidney transplant, and a pacemaker implant. Oh and please take into consideration all those meds we love to take. Originally in 1991 after my first transplant I did have to take time and recover from the heart surgery. I had an atrial septal defect which had to be closed surgically at the same time as my lung transplant to be effective. I took Procardia for 6 months and then all was fine for quite a few years.
Then came time for the 2nd lung transplant and all the meds to curtail the chronic rejection. I was also very close to renal failure at the time. All this combined with the fact I was getting progressively weaker by the minute and wasting away wreaked havoc on my poor tired heart. I was once again placed on meds to control and slow my heart rate. Well, after the kidney transplant it was felt I didn't need to take the meds anymore so they were slowly weaned off. It took all of 6 months to prove how I needed them.
Being diabetic the first time my heart truly raced I was unsure if it was my blood sugar dropping or something else. I attritbute it to low blood sugar since I had the cold clammy sweat on the back of my neck, the horrible almost nauseaus feel in the pit of my stomeach, etc. We were at a Harley Davidson shop after enjoying a much needed bike ride. All at once I got these feelings and they were not abating. Seeing a small vending area with a few tables, I made a beeline for the coke machine and a table. I drank the coke and it didn't really help too much. By this time I was literally sweating bullets. I used evey napkin the little metal holder had on my table and then another table too. I was speechless at the amount of sweating since I rarely sweat. I was also sitting directly in front of the AC vent. Well, another coke later and a hot dog, I began to feel better, not like myself but better. So with that off we went on the bike and home. I never truly attributed this to my heart rate. Just a freak blood sugar occurrence. I now know better.
The next time was more vocal. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I did as normal, walked into the bath, sat down, and promplty woke up on the floor. Not usual. We finally caught the culprit. Dr. Baz immediately set me up with Cardiology to find the reason . What they found was when my heart rate rose if they pressed on my neck it would slow down to normal. Well since I can't walk around with my hand on my neck except maybe in a vampire movie, we made arrangements for ablation. This ablation was for Ventricular tachycardia. It was for the lower chambers of my heart. Before this I also received a pacemaker, another story altogether, believe me.
After the ablation all was perfect. That is up until now. Now it appears my issue is with the Atrium, thus A-fib. I've been told this is more difficult to control with ablation, wow lucky me. Anyway as the story goes, last Thursday I was getting out of the recliner and my heart rate jumped from 51 beats per minute to 101. This may not seem like much to you but those darned butterflies that got trapped in my chest were beating like crazy to get out. Not to mention the slight nausea I had too. I immediately took one of my Metoprolol PRN tablets. I continued with preparing dinner, sweeping, etc. hoping my heart rate would slow down. Well it didn't. I decided to take another tablet before I went to bed around 10:00PM. I got a little sleep and woke in the middle of the night not wanting to get up. My heart rate felt slower and I didn't want to do anything to push it into hyper drive. I could feel it rise, then slow, rise, then slow as if it were trying to correct itself. I got up, took another tablet, checked the blood sugar-low again, ate some yogurt and settled into the recliner for a few hours. Friday morning it was at 85 but holding steady. I called the doctor and he decided on the heart monitor. After taking another tablet I am happy to say I've been at 51-55 heart beats per minute ever since. But I did have to take it easy for all of Friday. If this keeps happening it will seriously impede my exercise routine. After all, I'm scared to death to hop on the treadmill when I'm almost at target heart rate without trying!
Since this only happens about once a month I'm having trouble understanding why I need the monitor. I have a Pacemaker and it should show everything. At least I know it does when the nurse does a printout every 6 months. Why couldn't I just go into the office on Friday and them run a strip? I mean let's be serious if I only have this once a month, I've already had my turn, what's the monitor gonna show? I guess all this stems from the fact I really dread getting this darned thing. I'm allowed this feeling after all these years... Geez, I've earned it right... Oh well, resigned to the fact... Off I go to get wired...
BTW... As I told a good friend when we talked about this yesterday... This is NOT cunducive to a night of great sex nor will it make me feel that way either:-)
Saturday, January 16, 2010
HANDBOOK FOR 2010
Health:
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy
5. Make time to pray.
6. Play more games.
7. Read more books than you did in 2009. ( If only this were possible, I'd be financially broke)
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
9. Sleep for 7 hours.
10. Take a 10-30 minute walk daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
13. Don't over-do. Keep your limits.
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
16. Dream more while you are awake than when you sleep.
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with His/her mistakes of the past.
That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear & fades away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and laugh more.
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.....
Society:
25. Call your family often. 26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything.
28. Spend time w/ people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30. What other people think of you is none of your business.
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right thing! 33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is; it will change...
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come.
38. When you wake up in the morning, thank GOD that you are alive. ( most definitely !)
39. Your inner most is always happy. So, be happy.
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