My Flamingoes stay out all year. Sometimes they are even pink. You might recall that they were red, white and blue all summer. For Halloween, they were painted flat black with their skeleton in white. Now they are silver with Santa hats.
Still have some red, white and blue hanging out. That frog looks like he might need a fresher look!
Nothing says Christmas like a pot full of dried flowers? Among those dry flower stalks is a whole bunch of dried Basil plants. Smells so good when the wind gusts hit it. That snail seems to be hiding!
I have most of my lights up, since it was warm outside. Today was pretty dreary, as you can see. I still have lots more lights to go up high. I don't do ladders. With all the men recovering from various things, I don't have any ladder climbers available. We might have to do without some of the lights.
Since the day was so blah, I started painting the store. These walls have been various colors. White walls with black trim, then off-white with a tan trim. Today we went white again, with a gray trim. I suppose the color doesn't matter as much as the clean look. I don't mind painting and I always love the results.
I am moving the registration counter to the area in the picture. That will put me sitting by the window. It is located right in line with the door and the sun will hit the chrome on cars and stab me in the eyes every afternoon. That is only part of the arrangement, though. I will have a clear view of what is coming and going in my park.
I'll see you if you're speeding.
I'll see if you don't stop.
I'll see if you are bad or good.
Like I have eyes in the back of my head!
You better not speed,
You better always stop!
Santa Claus lives here in my park!
Yes, I know it doesn't rhyme. HeWho has already pointed that out to me. But, Santa really does live here.
I know you are wondering about my title. It has to do with the flamingoes. While they were still black, I had laid them on the ground while I was painting the rails on the porch. A child came into the store to tell me that my pigeons were dead.
Cinnamon is good for the heart, did you know that? I guess you know where this is going. HeWho likes cinnamon. So I suppose I will need to incorporate some cinnamon into his diet.
Today we are having cinnamon bread. Made with applesauce. Healthy. I am writing as it bakes. While I was about the business of mixing it, I was, as usual, interrupted several times.
When I get interrupted, I tend to, maybe, make a mistake. I had the pans prepared and the oven preheating. A past-due tenant came in to make a payment for less that the promised amount. This annoyed me. He kept proclaiming that he always paid his bills and was not a dead beat. Perhaps he should not have said that to someone who has been asking for his rent to be paid for the past 3 weeks. This made me point out to him that his actions did not make me trust him for the money. Like some men, he seems to think that I do not have the last word. He wants to tell me he "made arrangements" with HeWho does not handle tenants.
I was pretty riled as I headed back to my mixing of ingredients. We all know that Olive oil is the "good" oil. Canola, corn and vegetable are permissible, as well. Coconut and palm kernel oil are not. I only mention them because I was surprised to learn that Cool Whip (something HeWho really likes) is made with coconut and palm kernel oils.
So, still annoyed, I reached into the cabinet for the vegetable oil to add to the wet ingredients, but apparently picked up the olive oil. As I mixed the wet ingredients into the dry, I noticed that the batter was a bit on the yellow side. I look at the spice jars on the counter to make sure I did not use turmeric instead of cinnamon. That was fine and I had already replaced the bottle of oil to the cabinet.
Only thing left to do was to taste it. Distinct flavor of olive oil. Not exactly unpleasant, but not the taste I was going for. I can smell the olive oil as it bakes. Maybe just because I know it's there? The finished product will tell the tale. My only dilemma is whether or not to tell HeWho? I was planning to share with other campers and wonder if they need to know. Perhaps I will make that decision after I taste the bread for myself.
P.S. It tastes good!
A cold and dreary day has us sitting in front of the TV. I am bored and tired of the TV. I handed the remote to HeWho is apt to watch really bizarre stuff.
Me, I am still researching foods for him. I am a good cook. You can ask anybody. But I learned to cook in the deep south. Think Paula Deen. Lots of butter, cheese and heavy cream. While I am happy to eliminate those things, or use them in moderation … the lack of salt remains my biggest obstacle in making food that is allowable and still tastes good.
HeWho is not a picky eater. As long as I don't mention all the ingredients. He loves all the things that are not good for him. Unfortunately he cannot have shellfish, due to his gout. Shellfish does not need a whole lot of seasoning to taste good.
Fortunately, I have discovered coconut milk! I made a nice cream of mushroom soup for him today. Really quite simple, I sautéed onions and garlic, then added the mushrooms for a bit, until they wilted, then dumped in a can of coconut milk with a tablespoon of cornstarch mixed and about a half teaspoon of turmeric. I figured it to be two servings. He ate it all. No, I did not even taste it, as it was all gone. But, a winner!
I will be making a nice chocolate pudding with full fat can of coconut milk, reserving the thicker stuff to make whipped cream. Maybe Thanksgiving won't be so bland after all!
Back to the TV. He is watching someone who is telling him how to build his very own roller coaster. That is definitely not happening. I can just imagine the absolute look of horror on our insurance agents face if I asked him about the cost of liability.
Maybe I should reclaim the remote and find something safer, like a murder mystery!
All my spare time has been dedicated to hunting down recipes that are low in sodium and saturated fat. I suppose I should be happy that they did not include sugar in the prohibited list.
Sugar is pretty easy. You can find a plethora of products without sugar. Salt ….. well I am here to tell you that is not so easy. You can pretty much eliminate any prepared foods and packaged stuff. Even canned goods have sodium. Hunts does provide salt free tomato sauce and tomato paste. He is allowed 1200 grams per day. That is not a lot. He could wipe that out in one meal. HeWho had a habit of salting all the food on his plate BEFORE even tasting it.
The sale shakers have all been removed from sight and he is into Mrs. Dash. I confess that I am not a fan. The other habit he has had to eliminate from his life is smoking. Despite my nagging, begging and cajoling he refused to even try any of the medications available to help. No patches or gum for him. As a result, he had to quit quite abruptly when his heart refused to allow it anymore. Being in the hospital for 10 days took care of the initial withdrawal. Did not hurt that he had morphine for any twinge of chest pain.
Now that we are home, he has become addicted to Jolly Ranchers. Oh, and gum. His favorite is bubble gum. Smells a lot better than cigarettes! Not that he smoked inside, but I could smell it on his clothes.
Food is my biggest obstacle. I am eating what he eats and let me just say, it is not tasty. I confess to sneaking a little salt on mine. I found a recipe for Taco seasoning with no salt. I will be trying it out tomorrow. I found some tortillas relatively low is sodium and can manage to let him have two tacos and stay within his sodium limits.
After losing 12 lbs. in the hospital, he continues to lose weight. He did not need to lose any weight. Low fat, low cholesterol, low sodium food is not helping with the dropped pounds. He is drinking Ensure twice a day. If he finds that palatable, then having no salt should not be an issue. He offered me a taste, but my gag reflex took over with just the smell. I just couldn't bring myself to put my lips on the bottle.
When asked what he would like for any meal, the answer is the same, "A nice juicy ribeye and French fries." He can have red meat ONCE a week. He is not happy about that. Thanksgiving dinner should be fun.
I should probably take my blood pressure and go hide in a dark quiet space.
Upon the release of the very sick man from the hospital, the nurse went over everything very carefully. There was an issue of discontinuing some of his current meds and starting some new ones. I made it a point to ask about the new prescriptions being called in to Humana mail-order pharmacy and I was assured it had been taken care of. Twice I asked. Then I made sure that the new drugs would also be called in to the local pharmacy for a one month supply to tide us over until Humana shipped the drugs.
Made sense. I enunciate and speak clearly and I don't think I come across as the hysterical spouse with the very sick man. I have been managing his drugs, well, forever. He has not a clue about what he swallows when I hand it to him or he tips the pill taker in his hand.
But, today, as I am about to fill the pill taker, I decide to call Humana and make sure it has all been taken care of. An hour of my life I will NEVER get back. Short story, it was NOT called in. I hate incompetence. Taking care of prescriptions is not a good field to work in if you do not plan to follow through with what you tell the patient. I can assure you that he would have just run out of the new prescriptions, assuming that it had all been dealt with. Him and how many other people who leave the hospital and don't think to question and then investigate.
So, already annoyed that things have not been taken care of, I am greeted with a perky voice with an accent I cannot place. Just know that English is not her first language. She is nice and courteous, but I would take gruff and knowledgeable over that any day. Be rude, I don't care, as long as you can do your job and make things happen.
I tell her that I need to have 4 of his current prescriptions on file discontinued. After answering a series of identifying questions that I had already answered and giving the phone to the very sick man to give his permission for me to handle his medications (something they already have on file … or should), I proceed with the name of the first drug. I am ready to give her the name of the second one when she begins telling me the last shipping date of the first drug and what the estimated cost is and when I can expect it! NOOOOO, I scream in my head while I bang it against the cabinet door.
Deep breath and I start all over again, saying that he will NOT be taking this drug in the future, as it has been replaced with a different drug. They have my credit card on file and I do not want to pay for something we can't use. You cannot return a prescription once it leaves the facility.
So, we come to an understanding and I start again with the second drug and suddenly I was transported to Groundhog Day and it happened all over again. I see my mistake now that I am living it for the second time. I used the term "discontinue" and she was using the term "deactivate". Means the same thing, but, if she has been trained with only one term to apply to this action, then this is the term she knows and will not know what to do with other terms that mean the same thing. Part of the insanity that people get so frustrated with when dealing with companies who outsource their customer service.
Finally, having made clear what I need done, we go on to the new prescriptions. I give her the names, dosage, and instructions on the three new drugs. I give her the doctor's name, address and phone number. Oh no! I do not have the fax number!! She puts me on hold while she gets it. I feel my pulse pounding in my temples. I wonder what would happen if I had a stroke while on hold. The very sick man would find me, his caregiver, crumpled in the kitchen floor still attached to Humana Pharmacy.
I am on hold for awhile, so my mind has time to wander. There is no easy access to get an ambulance stretcher into our living quarters and I see myself being dragged by my feet through the door into the store and around the registration desk to the front door where they will heave me onto a stretcher and get my vital signs, if I have any left. I decide right then that my plan to rearrange things will definitely be activated. Activated, a word the lady on the phone would understand.
She pops back into my ear with the good news that she has gotten the fax number and verified it! She wants to share the number with me. Why would I need it, I stupidly wonder aloud. So I will have it for my records. Learned my lesson with that first question and do not voice my thoughts any more and just take the number. Hoping that the call will end soon, as I have had 3 calls that I ignored while on the mission of taking care of the very sick man's drugs.
Then I sabotage my own life by asking about the other new drug that I have not included in her list. Brilinta. New drugs are expensive, but Astra Zenica may be able to help. I just wanted a price quote with my current insurance. Over $400. I will be contacting Astra Zenica for help. I tell her to leave it off her list of drugs and that I will be getting it elsewhere. This sends her into a litany of telling me that if a drug is prescribed, then the patient needs it. I breathe deeply and just let her go on. The phone call seems to be near the end!
Hope runs deep. But, now I am put on hold after being told that the only one who can deactivate the drugs is the pharmacy technician and I have to give the order to him. She comes back on the line after about three minutes and proceeds to introduce me to the pharmacy tech, who seems as thrilled as I am about meeting each other via the customer rep.
He deactivates the four drugs and I am excited to end the call and see who has been calling me. I am on my cell phone and not the store phone. Hoping it is not one of my kids with something wrong. I check the recent calls. Six, count them, six from the same number. It is Humana asking me to take a short survey about the quality of their customer service. I gave them what they asked for. I doubt it will do any good, but I was able to voice my opinion at the end of the multiple choice ratings.
HeWho was gifted an old people chair. I had purchased a recliner with heat and massage for him and heard endless complaints about how uncomfortable the chair was.
While my son was here and HeWho was safely tucked away in the hospital, I tried this chair out. He was right. First of all, the seat area was tight and not very accommodating to my generous derriere. HeWho took no-ass-at-all tablets his entire life and this was not the problem he had with the chair.
The reclining of the chair did not bring the leg support to a level that was comfortable, making me feel like I might slide down to the floor. Especially with my lap full of dogs. Considering the weakened state of the man of the house, the chair had to go. The heat and massage function works fine, but is just not worth the level of discomfort. Wayfair, I thought they had just what I needed.
But, old people chair to the rescue. I wish I had video of all the older guys here, watching HeWho demonstrate the lift mechanism of his chair. Much amazement going on as I heard someone comment, "Look, it will stand him up!!" Just a bunch of grown little boys looking at someone's latest toy.
Kevin was jealous, so another old people chair came into the park today for him. I see more coming in the future. Just think of all the energy they can save by not having to create the momentum to expel themselves up and out of the chair!
Me, the one with arthritis, well, I am still sitting on my young people mini sectional. If you were here, you would notice all the popping of joints as I struggle to rise after sitting for too long. I am nothing if not long suffering!
Many thanks to Bud, the benefactor of old people chairs. He is a generous guy!
I am exhausted! I would rather mow all 17 acres of fields with the push mower than do all this running around! I have gained a new appreciation for HeWho and his willingness to run endless errands.
Here's hoping he will be back up to the task soon. He had an appointment with his primary care provider (PCP) this afternoon. They gave him the pneumonia shot and will be setting up his rehab. The problems with living in the middle of nowhere are becoming increasingly apparent. Cardiac rehab is usually done in the hospital.
Now, I am quite familiar with the drive to the hospital, but it is an hour one way. If it is important to be in the hospital for this rehab, then the patient should not be driving himself to that rehab. That is my take away. HeWho seems to think otherwise and has said he is perfectly capable of driving himself. I think it is kind of cute that he thinks he will have any say in it.
After the visit at the clinic we headed to the pharmacy to pick up some nitroglycerin. Kind of important to have on hand. The pharmacy was out of nitroglycerin! Maybe it is just me, but I would think that particular item would be a staple. They promised to have it tomorrow. Oh, goody, another trip to town.
