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What Christmas means to me:
Good food, family and the spirit of giving. That is the simplest explanation of why I celebrate. I am not religious.
I love the holiday movies with favorites being ‘A Christmas Story’ (24 full hours every year) ‘Christmas Vacation’ and ‘Elf’.
I love Christmas music, particularly punk rock Christmas music.
I love making a big dinner for people. Even better with helping hands to put more love into the meal.
I love giving gifts. I’ve never felt I was too over the top. I always choose items I think the other person would want or need. If you just pick something to give something I don’t see the point.
I had everything I wanted this Christmas.
This was the best Christmas ever!
Enjoy my new favorite Christmas song to go with my first year living in a beach town
Christmas in the Sand
Merry Christmas from my family to yours
Sometimes that is exactly what I want to do. December was always one of my favorite months. I enjoy the family time, decorating, giving, etc that comes with this time of year. I hate the snow and the cold but in my decorated house I am warm and fuzzy.
As I get older I am having a hard time with the sadness that also comes with this time of year for some people. Many people get sad with the cold weather and it getting darker earlier. But for those who have lost a loved one this time of year it is extra difficult.
For me it started in 2006 when I lost my father in December. I don’t talk about him much but I do think about him. The following December a family friend passed away. A beautiful mother of two who was way too young to die. It just continues…. my one bosses father just passed two days ago, my friends brother, and the sad news that my mother in law is in stage 4 cancer.
December should be off limits for bad news if you ask me. But we have to try and continue on and remember all the good things about the people we love. Life is short. Make sure to spend time with your family over the holidays!
Happy Holidays and may Angels watch over you.
Do you ever get the feeling that something bad is going to happen? It has happened to me many times over the years.
One in particular in the past was while driving on the highway something horrible came over me and I told my husband to get off the highway. I didn’t know if it was just my anxiety or what but he actually listened and we never found out if I was just nuts or if anything happened. I don’t think I really wanted to know.
The night before my dog died last year both me and my youngest daughter felt something was off.
It usually doesn’t happen that often but reacently it happened twice. I never know if it’s my immediate family or someone else close to us.
Last weekend I was supposed to go on a camping trip in Ohio. Unfortunatly I wound up with bronchitis with a touch of pneumonia early in the week and sent my family without me. I had a bad feeling the night before they left but was hoping everything was ok and didn’t want to freak them out by telling them. As it happens I was meant to stay home for a very good friend of mine who needed me. Once she was okay and with me the feeling went away.
This past Sunday I woke up with that feeling. I knew something was going to go wrong. My daughter babysat for a good friend of ours only to have her call us to pick her up as he was injured in an ATV accident. He is okay but when I heard that I knew my bad feelings from that morning had let loose. The creepy part is my yougest again told me she felt something that morning as well.
Once I know what the bad thing is I feel better. Not better as in I am happy but my mental state is better because I feel like I don’t have to worry anymore.
Everything happens for a reason. I just hate waking up and spending my day worrying, waiting until something bad happens. I wish there was something I could do to know, to stop things from happening but most often I can’t and can just be there for the aftermath.
Am I nuts? Is it some womens intuition? Is there something out there telling me something? Again, am I nuts?
For me it came and went. I have bins of Halloween goodies that stayed in the bins. I let my youngest daughter and her friend decorate 2 weeks prior and I did some myself a few days later. Nothing was put up outside. I didn’t care. Now it’s all over and I have Halloween crap everywhere that needs put away. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays but something this year wasn’t right.
I have a great way to make things right. A kids Halloween party at a local neighborhood municipal building. I took my youngest with my sister and her kids. The kids had a great time tho it was very crowded. It gets worse each year. They give the kids bags with candy, an Eat N Park Cookie, and drink box. They get a pumpkin to take home and a room full of games and activities to do. The fireman were outside letting this kids explore the trucks this year.
Here is a pic of her I took on the firetruck. Amazing!
Then I took this one:
I took the pics with my oldest daughters camera. The camera I bought her. As soon as I can I am upgrading my camera and buying myself the same one. I will blog about it because you will want one
We went trick or treating in the neighborhood we grew up in. It was so weird seeing my moms old house. Almost everyone is different. I guess they all moved on and my parents were probably one of the last ones to do so. It hasn’t changed in the fact that most houses give out candy and there are kids everywhere on Halloween. Where I live almost no one gives out candy and kids are wandering but many aren’t trick or treating.
The hills tired us all out but the houses are closer together in the city so the kids are able to get tons of treats.
Here is a treat we always got as kids and my kids got when they were younger.
It’s the famous candy apple. They still have them Yummy!
So one of these days, hopefully this week, I will put away all the decorations. I will put away the things I couldn’t help but purchase half off last night.
Before you know it I will be pulling out the gigantic tree, ornaments, santa’s, etc. Thats even more of a task so I better start getting in the mood.
Or so I thought.
Warning: Hot guy alert in this post!
As I posted last week a mom at a performance had made me a little crazy with all her illnesses and my anxiety. I thought I would go in, get checked and be given antibiotics or something as I haven’t completely gotten rid of my cold for a couple weeks. I mention that I also need a refill on my prescription. I only have 1 pill left and I like to have them for when it gets real bad. I told him I was nervous. I told him I had taken two buses there, which make me nuts. I hate to take the bus. I wonder why when you have something like this at the stop:
Do you have one of those at your bus stop? Yeah it sure makes me feel great I already have bus anxiety. To top it off I didn’t know where I was going once I got downtown to catch the 2nd bus as I had never taken a bus to my doc before. I walked up a hill to get there after daring a huge intersection and smoked a cigarette. I have been trying to quit. Some days I have none, some I have 5, some I have 10 it all depends.
So I explain to the doc about my bus anxiety and about my having pains in my chest area for the past few days. I explained I have gotten them before and wind up going to the ER and they send me on my merry way telling me it’s anxiety. He is not my regular doctor but I have seen him many times when my regular doc is not in. I told him I want checked out as I get panic attacks from pain, thinking it’s worse than it is, which in my head the pain gets worse, I worry more…. it’s a vicious cycle.
He did an EKG just to do one. I got more and more nervous. He came in with the results with a horrified look on his face. He said my heart rate was 120 and considered way too high. I told him I am very nervous, he said even with anxiety it shouldn’t be that high. He goes on to tell me he would feel better calling me an ambulance and wants me to go to the hospital. Talk about panic attack. It really throttled into full force when he insisted that I need oxygen cause I was short of breath. HELLO ANXIETY ARE YOU NOT LISTENING?????????
He left the room. Some nurse came with the oxygen. I asked for a cup of water my mouth was sooooo dry. She brought me water. She left the room with the door open because I insisted.
The fire department shows up first. The fire chief told my doctor that he is not to leave patients alone when he calls 911. The doc said to him, “Your not going to tell me what to do, this is my practice.” The fire guy told him that he most certainly was telling him what to do. I could barely talk to the firemen who were asking me questions. I muttered out that this is insane and I am freaking out. He told me I looked fine and not to worry.
The paramedics arrive. They take the oxygen off me. They get me into the ambulance all the while trying to calm me down because at this point I’m ready to give myself whatever medication I would find to calm the hell down. So here I am sitting in the back of an ambulance.
There is a first for everything. Did I mention that the paramedic said they called for another patient by same doc right after me? Medic said that they push patients off on hospital when they are backed up and they get calls from that doc all the time.
I wonder if there is some law that requires the guy in the back of the van with you is hot as hell. OMG I started to forget about where I was. I listened to his calm soft voice talk to me. He told me that he knew when he saw me there was nothing wrong with me and he thinks the doc over reacted. He could tell I was anxious. He assured me in his oh so soft voice that I was going to be just fine. I believed him and stared at him. I am so sorry for staring at you but if you weren’t so hot I wouldn’t have stared! LOL But thank you for calming me down!
I also knew the driver of the ambulance. Go figure. Our kids used to go to school together and we were on the PTO together.
I get there and they said there are no beds. Hubby is waiting for me and the hot ass guy who spent the ride in the back with me knew the company hubby worked for cause he has used them before. One of the nurses saw my last name and she knows hubby’s uncle and aunt. Can this get any weirder? Even though I came by ambulance they already had in their head I was having a panic attack and left me in the waiting room forever. I hadn’t had lunch since I was only planning a doc appt. and had to pee so damn bad. I probably was in the waiting room for 2 hours once I looked at my texts to my sister and calls to hubby before arriving.
I thought about the hot medic while waiting. Sorry hubby. I know you were by my side but you weren’t good at keeping me calm.
I finally get into one of those rooms they send people who aren’t really that bad, just sick or something. I had some resident ask me a bunch questions then leave me for awhile.
Un-like other hospitals I have been to there was no toilet off the room I was in. There was 1 shared one down some hall that had a shower.
I also heard them offer other people food. They never offered me any. To make matters worse my cell battery was dying, I forgot my Ipod Touch and there was no TV! It was easy to become annoyed.
One would think just to be cautious they would have monitored my heart the entire time I was there. No they waited until I was in the room for 30 minutes before bothering. Then sent me to get a chest x-ray. I finally was told that everything was fine. They sent me home with a diagnosis of bronchitis. I have had it and was always in sever pain coughing left and right. The inhaler is an inhaler for asthma, not the same one I have received for bronchitis in the past.
I decided before I left I wanted to pay my co-pay. They didn’t have change for my cash, the front desk nurse asked just about everyone. So I paid by debit card but not before she found out where I worked and went on and on about how she was unhappy with the work they did two years ago and swore and everything. Lady really I don’t need this now.
So as usual no one wants to figure out why I get the pains I do.
I don’t have pains due to a panic attack. I have a panic attack due to the pains.
Can no one understand that or am I really that nuts?
Oh yeah and in all the mess the doc forgot to give me my prescription. I called from the hospital and he had already left. I called today and the nurse said they weren’t in. I told her that the doc forgot my prescription and she told me that I have to call tomorrow. I explained to her what it was for and that I can’t take another day off work just to pick up a prescription the doc forgot to give me in the craziness. She said because it’s considered a controlled substance I have to come in and sign for it. WTF. Really? I told her off and hung up. I need to find a new doctor. I have been taking this med for years. The nurses, front desk people whatever they are have always been rude and never let you talk to the doctors when you call.
MMmmmmmm hot paramedic. I wish I had taken note of his name and taken a pic of him LOL