Fuzzy's Romp Room

dunesleeper

Well, I do know that one of the questions on the application asks if you have ever worked in a job where social security taxes were not paid. That would apply to when I was practicing acupuncture, but that never really took off. If it had worked out, I suppose I would have set it up to pay social security taxes.

I found the place and got there just on time. There really wasn't much for the girl to do. Apparently I did a good job filling out the online application. Now it is a waiting game.

An attorney is giving a SSDI seminar tomorrow night. I ought to go check it out . . . if only for the socializing. I had contacted this attorney to help me with the disability retirement stuff, but they don't do that. A friend of mine told me that attorneys have an interest in dragging it all out as long as possible since their payment is a percentage of the retroactive benefits you end up receiving. So, I doubt I will be using a lawyer. I thought this one would be good because she is both a nurse and a lawyer. However, I want someone who is looking out for my interests, not their's. It might be that I will be better at looking out for my interests.

I put my dishes away today. Hooray. Only an occasional ant was seen meandering across my cupboards. I found more stuff more Goodwill: jeans that are too large for me. I'm hoping I will cut the grass tomorrow. We shall see.

Anonymous

Sassy - I have Hubby here, he has been carrying us for a few years but he is injured right now and still working, he needs a  med retirement asap.    I am better now even though the cancer is still in there.  If I did get the SSDI I would use it to pay for tx and improvement of my health, that's all.  Hubby always pd massive taxes, we filed jointly and my business expenses brought the taxes back to us to a degree.  When I was in mid-50s, I always intended to go to work fulltime for 10 years for a co where we would have ins and I would then pay my taxes.  Cancer hit when 53, memory shot then.  Worked several yrs when younger, but self employed for so long and never made a lot of money at it. Antiques some years, freelance writing for newspapers, magazines, you name it.  We focused on one another and family, not dual careers, I don't regret that a bit now, esp w him on constant shift work until now, we would never have seen one another if I had a fulltime job somewhere.

Chabba - My DMIL did not know her brother who owned co she worked for did not have SS tax taken out for her, she got nothing when she retired, and she was the secretary, these things happen. 

All that is left for me is to get better asap and get back to work and pay those credits.  Tonight it seems possible, some days not so much.

Dunes - the dishes away is huge.  

thefuzzylemon

Hello everyone! Well...I'm on a mission Today to get my house cleaned up. Me and my baby girls are taking off Friday on vacation. I worked a second job to pay for this so it is a dream come true. Bet I don't Get kicked out of any place either!! LOL

but, then I'll be busted. Kinda strange as I Have worked since I was in the 6th grade. But, DH believes in me and my fight....and today I find out if short term disability is approved....oh I hope so.

Tomorrow I see my PS. I'd sure like him to say, "lets do Recon!!!" Although I know that will not happen....it'll be another fill and several more months. I just want matching boobies and someone to get in there and say they don't see any cancer....that's all!!!! LOL

Better get back to cleaning before I get lazy....I have a short but intense list!

XOXOXXXXOOOOOXXXXOOOOOXXXXOOOOOOXXXXOOO

thefuzzylemon

Denied....bummer. But it ain't over yet. I will need to follow SAS advice here and tell them the embarrassing stuff I guess. Ugh. Everything's a battle....

dunesleeper

Yup fuzzy. You gotta let it all hang out when applying for these benefits. Do you get to appeal the decision? I went to a SSDI seminar tonight. One thing I learned is that I must not tell a doctor that I am "fine." You know how they greet you with a "hello how are you?" I always say "fine" before I actually launch into the trouble that brings me to their office. This lawyer said some judges will latch onto that "fine" and use that as an excuse to disqualify you. Good information.

sas-schatzi

Dunes sweetie, please reread my last post about meeting with SSdi folks. I was so hoping what I said wasn't hurting you , but sounds like it was confirmed by the seminar guy. I know I have been acting most of my life.--"The FINE", when your world inside is falling apart. I still spend allot of time acting. I'm safe here and with my MH guy. MY sdsi lawyer was worth the money, she guided me through the process. I couldn't have done it without her. Any one who wants her name  PM me. Yes they do get a portion of the initial award. BUT if you don't know what you are doing and get denied, what have you accomplished.The portion they get is limited by law. Also in my case one of those oddly fortuitus errors occrred. I may have told you about it. I felt stronly that my MH guy Not send notes that included the serious things we were talking about. I just couldn't deal with someone knowing my innermost thoughts and the things that had messed me up most. Well MH doc sent notes, when I asked why--he said I signed a release. NO I hadn't The release said a synopsis. He was very upset. Well when the lawyer received those notes , she didn't check with me , she sent them right to the SSDI judges, I was approved , she said MH guys notes were the deciding factor. That's when I found out the notes were sent. SO, BIG error, but outcome was approval. I hated the fact that the thoughts I shared with MH guy were the most private ever, and that the only way I could talk about them was assurance that they wouldn't ever be released. I even reviewed with him his internal security.  I even paid out of pocket with no insurance backup to assure privacy. DUH----let it all hang out.  I figure , it was guided,I believe in God, I believe that the way things turned out were guided b/c I WAS AND am a mess.  Who I was able to pretend to be before, is miles away from who I am now. Could I pretend to be who I was before- NO. I can hardly get through the mail. Thank god for electronic bill paying.  I open mail every 1-2 weeks. Leave the house maybe once a week. If it weren't for Shatz , I'd ask to be put away for awhile. If anything happens to Shatz, I will have to be put away.

Dunes again meant in no way to hurt you , but "appearing with the stiff upper lip and I'm fine". Does not lead you to where you need to be now. Fuzzy ditto.  You need to tell them what is really going on, plus having a lawyer that understands the system IS to your benefit, Yes they get paid out of your intial soc.sec. award, But they are worth every dime b/c one word like"FINE" can sink you when you are really worthy of being disabled.

dogeyed

Hi DUNE, I'm so proud of you for getting your papers done.  I've been on Social Security Disability since 2006 or 7, and I don't think I got the kind like yours, in that I didn't do it thru work or anything.  I hadn't been able to work for a year or two.  But anyhow, I had made a study of SS online and went to their disabilities list page, and there they told what would qualify to make a person disabled.  So, since I was nuts, I put that first in my list of illnesses, since I had a stack of them, fractured vertebrae with dramatic X-rays, that sort of thing, was on meds for all of it.  Mailed it off.  It's an automatic denial first time, but I noticed the SS people had made a substantial error, so I called the director of the bunch that had checked my stuff, and I did whine and pout.  He quite eagerly told me to apply again.  I can't help but think when it hit his desk the second time, he approved it, to cover his arse.  All this happened within about four months. 

LADIES, somewhere in my SSD process, I saw their appointed Federal psych, and it was some kinda funny.  When she asked ME how I was, I immediately launched into the fearsome ride I had to her offices (I'm afraid of cars), how narrow their driveway was, I cried and was hand wringing, until she had to stop my rant.  She ran me thru some tests, and when she got to where they showed me some illustrated people's faces, I was to remember them, well, I absolutely could not recall hardly any of the faces, some of them started scaring me, and the psych rolled her eyes like I was a silly child, which I am.  Later we went into my car accident, and that's what woke her up for good.  Maybe I'm brain damaged.  Hahahaha.  Duhhh, do ya think!!??

But ALL MY SISTERS, I may be an unfortunate, a Repunzel who lost her hairs, but I kin write, yes indeed.  I'm not the best, by any stretch of the imagination, but if I can ever get my first book of self-illustrated short stories done, which I've got parts of it scattered all over this house, I'll probably wind up a millionaire, and then I'll wonder why the hell didn't I publish sooner.  But that's another story.  It just means this writing and arting are the few things I got left, that I can more or less hold onto for maybe an hour or two or three each morning.  Yet some days, no can do, not a shred of inspiration or organization in me.  I'm just saying.... 

PEOPLE, I just want everybody to know that when I read the life and times of the Romperettes, that I find we are all more the same than we are different.  I can see the sameness, a version of the puzzle, "What's wrong with this picture," I kin do that.  I remember one time my brother told me he had read about a mental test where they ask how many ways you can use a paperclip.  Well, I reeled off a few to him, just in fun.  Later I talked to him on the phone again, and I listed off some more, and then next time I saw him, I kept right on going with that dang paperclip thing.  My brother looked at me like that psych looked at me.  Well, my time is up, my mind is drifting.  May your day be filled with paperclips, my sisters forever, GG

chabba

GG - your mention of writing and paperclips in the same post reminded me of a time back before so much business was transacted by e-mail.  A co-worker and I were commenting how certain items seemed to multiply in the dark of our desk drawers.  Together we wrote a hilarious essay on "The Sex Life of Paperclips and Rubber Bands".  Wish now I still had a copy of it.

LaurenM730

Just stopping by to say hi!  I haven't been on in a while, but miss this board. 

today is my first day back to work since the exchange.  Again, paranoid about what to wear and that everyone is looking at my new boobs.  At least I'm proud to show these puppies off.

I hope everyone is doing well and i'm looking forward to meeting everyone who will meet up in NY!

sas-schatzi

PTDreamers---sent you several responses by PM then the machines says I'm limited ----so, I don't know how many got through. The most viable article was "fight like a GirL'

http://fightergerl.blogspot.com/2011/05/treatment-of-seroma-after-mastectomy.html

It's using lypmphedema approach of wrapping along with aspiration. It's only one article and it's from a blogger who might well be from BCO(couldn't tell). So, it's anecdotal versus eveidence based research. But it seems that I have heard of it's us for seroma before.  What I really am impressed with is the fact that it is non-invasive versus the one evidence based research study out of Mayo clinic , that had a 44% infection rate with sclerotherapy(Scarring internally with a chemical ). I sent you a couple of other articles , but can't tell if they got to you, they aren't listed on my master PM list , yet they said they were successfully sent.

So, hope you catch this post. I haven't been limited on PM's for along time? Sas

Anonymous

Today I got one of the drains out. I just have one more to go. Maybe tonight I will be able to sleep on my right side. It will be a nice change than sleeping on my back for 4 weeks. I also got another fill. Its nice to see a little boobage sticking out.

thefuzzylemon

ROMPERETTES....LOVE THAT!

so....feeling a little on the shitty side...PS almost took that lump out but decided to wait until after my trip with the girls. I mean, yeah it makes sense but it super sucks having that little bastard hanging out in there...its the one that they think is a stitch....I'd just like that confirmed. And I'm not going to give up in that disability stuff....you are all so inspiring....

Anonymous

Chabba, LOL the sex life of paperclips and rubberbands - so that's how that happens! 

Fuzzy, I know the feeling. Try try again, and even a limited time could help, me it could get mesome more tx of my choice.

GG, I know that feeling too, about the crazy brain waves. We are kindred spirits, writers and all.  It is all I have left too, but i am too much on the emotional rollercoaster to write well now, I used to be funny or endearing or intelligent, now am all about me, only me, but maybe that is all i am ssuposed to do w my life is tell stories about me.  Life is interesting in and of itself, no fiction needed.

Dunes, maybe we should go in nutty?  Definitely not fine anymore, fine is a long shot at the rainbow..... was going to say  long shot off the canyon but ya'all mightthink I was heading out to that meadow again.  Today I contemplated it but is too damn hot to lay down in a meadow and wait to die... course today might have been ideal for a quick flight out of here, it was 100 degrees even in evening.  And we had NO POWER for most of the day, all day yesterday.

Dunes, taxes aare done, thank you for offering, I almost took you up on talking me through or down though.  And today I cleaned the area around my computer, all away, first time since moving here, table is still aclutter but I have a plan.  A few days ago the garage got more organized by far, and three dayys back I got the sales taxes done.  Used to get them done the day they were due, this time, late late late, all for owing $18.79 with interest and penalty. ggeee, but I could not do it until now.   Took forever. Could not find anything though it was all in its place, couldn't remember anything, how to do nothing at all.  Had to figure out what all the forms were again, learning curve on what I knew by heart until I lost my memory.  I shook the entire time, heart racing.  Hubby helped but he kept gettiing sidetracked so got yelled at for doing Publisher's Clearing House instead, hahaha. Then he really helped.  Took three hours in the end, used to take 20 minutes to stamp and mail.  But they are done.  No one would hire me. 

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TORNADO STORY

Tornado-like storm came through again, no funnel sighted, don't care, I know what takes out 200 trees in a path.  It was up there somewhere. 

Yesterday morn only one window was open in house bcz such a hot night but I like to wake up to birds.  Woke to birds then went back to deep sleep and woke up to a tornado going by the window, mud water, hurricane winds, gliders going by, trees going down, seriously.

DAMN DOG DAMN DOG dammmmmnnnn dog. 

He's by the bed going Mama get UP!

I tried to get him to go with me into the walkin closet.  It was right there, safety, no windows. 

No. He said no.  Huh-uh.  Not going in there.

And he did not have his collar on, it was at back door.  Darned Hubby who was on way home from midnights left it there, WRONG PLACE.

No, dog said to me with a tornado going by window.  Dog will not go in closet. 

Comeon Danny Boy, it's all right, come with Mama.

No. The skunk is in there.

Yes, he is accurate, the walkin closet is her bedroom and her den is in the corner of it under a pile of blankies.

Danny Boy, let's go.  And I am pulling his scruff but he is a Newfie, the scruff stretches two feet and he is 143 pounds, so I lose.  Comeon, let's go in just for a minute.  It's fun.  She's nice, she's cuuuuteee

No.  I'll stay out here with the tornado.  The skunk will eat me. 

Now... he is confused because Lacey wouldn't eat him but her late sister Blossom would have, defintely.

Danny Boy, dammit! let's go.  Come here sweetie, good boy.

I'm outta here, he goes down hall but comes back when I call.

I am trying to think of how to get him in w/o collar and leash.  

My floor length nightgown. 

Tornadao-like winds howling, raining mud but nothing coming in the window, go figure.

Don't know if I had been sleeping naked or if I stripped off my bamboo fabric nightgown which would have been on the end of the bed in case of EMERGENCIES like intruder, fire or tornado, where the collar should have been by the shoes and keys, HUBBY. 

So I put the nightgown around his neck and twisted and pulled.  Bamboo is stretchy stuff though, too soft and stretchy.  Damn dog pulled back and bucked like a horse and got out of it, took off through the house, me naked after him to get the leash, take him to the basement.  I had slammed the closet door, leaving Lacey in her den in there, hated leaving her.

Damn dog, I get the leash and collar and try to put it on him --- this is a Ceasar Dog Whisperer trained dog, we watched all the programs and did what he says and he is a pretty good dog, but not for this storm though he has never been afraid of storms, only horseflies. 

If they find me with the house collapsed on top of me they will find me naked.  But I will have the damn dog with me by god.

So I get the leash and collar and try to put it on and he heads back to the main bathroom.

I run back there, boob, stomaches and butt flopping right past all five of the front windows again while thanking god we do not have neighbors....... and I see the storm is calmer.

The tornado is gone or I am in the heart and it is too late to run.

I roll my eyes and give up.

Damn dog.  At least I didn't have time to be afraid.

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edited to add stomaches... boob, stomaches and butt........ my right boob does not bounce anymore.

and this link to derechos, tornado-like windstorms, the true identity.  

http://www.weather.com/news/weather-severe/derecho-explainer-20120612 

dogeyed

Tooooo funny, Lovessa, love that dog.  GG

thefuzzylemon

Oh man that's a great story!!! You haven't "lost" your writing that's for sure!!!!!

Yeah Veggy!! How did you sleep?

Today seemed to be the sunshine after my tornado of events. I now have the attorney of my dreams, started an appeal with another law office, got confirmation from my dear shrink of where my MH went south and its my mamas bday....my mama has been to hell and back countless times in her life and we need ice cream!!!!

So ladies....I'm in the good fight....for all of us.

chabba

So happy to see thing going well for you today Veggy and  hope they continue to do so. ((((HUGS))))

Anonymous

I slept okay. I think just being in my own bed was the best. The day after getting a fill is the most uncomfortable. Massaging them helps but it just feels weird.

Loved the dog story. We were in a tornado warning tonight. I was visiting a friend and her power went off. No tornado. 

I am so tired. Good night!

FireKracker

Awwwww Veggy...im glad you are finally sleeping....and in your bed.such glory.never appreciate the little things in life till we dont have them....that goes for all of us...

keep the massaging....and get betta quick...im comin...still dont know when cause the LE is still not under control.As soon as i get my new bras ill be there.....sooo lokin forward to givin you a big gentle hugggggg.

hope you sleep well my sista/friend/pal.....K

thefuzzylemon

Dream sweet Veggy!!

Dream sweet Romperettes.

dunesleeper

broke my left ring finger and am in cast-like splint up to elbow. go to ortho on monday. if he wants to cast me i hope i can talk him into a shorter cast, else they won'y be able to use me left arm for iv and vitals at exchange surgery on 9/4. if i have to wear cast for 6 weeks it takes me right to surgery. right side is mastectomy side with le risk.

now how do i cut the grass, do the laundry, change sheets, and bathe. using dishwasher for dishes. can you all believe this?

what is god trying to tell me?

thefuzzylemon

Oh Dunes.....that's got to be a pain in the you-know-what! Is there anyone that will help out? Do you have "Cleaning for a Reason" or any programs like that in your area? I saw you pic on FB...you're half MUMMIED!!!! LOL that's quite the cast....

dunesleeper

fuzzy, mom is making noises about helping me or having me come to her house. gonna see what i can manage on my own though. need to be here until monday anyway. will try to let you know if i go to mom's. no internet there.

Anonymous

Dunes, a little finger does a massive amount of damage doesn't it? connected to everything.  Have to ask, is there a story there?  but you sure don't have to share.  They can use the leg for vitals, they can use the foot or leg or hand for IVs, there are ways, don't let them go rightie on you, it can make such a mess on LE as you know, I broke down too many times and let them use right side w LE and got worse.  Now grass, it will not grow that much in six weeks, maybe hire one or two cuttings?  Or trade favors w someone, you edit their resume for them cutting your grass kind of deal.  Sheets, as long as they don't geet messy, one can layer clean sheeets between not fresh which can carry you out a few mor edays betwween changes when someone can help, I had to do this and had five layers on bed back 30 yrs ago, tip from a practical nurse.  Hope your mom can help and you can stay home. 

Thanks about the dog story guys, I actually titled it Derecho Tornado Story and subtitled it Damned Dog.   Love being inspired and feeling like I have a little joy to life and fun to give, if it takes a derecho and a damned dog, so be it.

Fell asleep on sofa at 8pm, Hubby tucked me in before he left for midnights, now I am AWAKE at 1:30 AM.  Shaking it off, going back to bed, we need that sleep to heal, not getting it makes us older faster, learned that the hard way.

Veggy, know it is hard, you are getting there one step at a time. Perhaps the only goal somedays is getting through that one day and not to the goal at the end, but there is a rainbow. 

dogeyed

DUNE, you have my permission to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING until that finger cast thing comes off!!!  I am VERY good at it.  You don't have to be busy.  In fact, it's an art to REALLY let go.  And one more thing, I've been concerned about your beautiful little budgie, afraid to ask after him, and if he's gone, bless him and bless you.

VEGGY, I have thought of you several times, you have such a high mountain to climb, and you go and lose your dog too, and it's all just such a pain.  We had two old dogs last year, and one of them, Gandalf, was truly a pretty dog, part Huskey with one blue eye, when he was little he had a black mask, too.  He was an easy dog, got him when he was four months old.  And the day before my surgery, dear one, despite all our best efforts, we had to put him down, it killed me.  And while you have sworn off dogs, I wanted you to know that husband and I, when we lost the other one a few months later, we nearly went mad.  We both knew we HAD to get us another dog, which a few miserable months later we got Smoke.  We will always have a dog, though, but have known plenty of people who won't have another because of the pain of loss, just like you.  But I know you are getting ready to go through hell all over again, and I remember Fuzzy got her a little puppy, she slept with him when she was so sick with chemo, he was with her all the time.  If things get rough for you, perhaps a really small dog would be good for you.

FUZZ, I'm glad you got over that little rough patch.  ALL OF YOU, everything is harder to do now that we've all been through the mill known as cancer treatments.  You know, both my husband and my father have been thru cancer, and they are just SO brave, I had no idea how hard all this must have been for them.  Could be, though, that cancer for women is just plain harder.  All I know is, I am feeling lots of sympathy for my sisters here today, and I want ya'll to know that it's okay to feel all beat up and thrown down the stairs and asked to do more than we can.  I really cannot believe how TIRED I am.  SIGH.  But also, ladies, know that we are more sensitive now to the simple beauty in life, the sweet breeze across our faces, the beautiful sparkling night sky, the fur of a good dog, the love of our families, a meal that someone else makes for us, and the sunrise spreading across a green, green lawn.  May the Good Lord bless all of you and keep you, for each of us is a good life, well worth forging ahead with whatever we got left.  Always, Gail 

Anonymous

May you be blessed Gail, for all the hugs and hopes and dreams and beauty of thought that you give away.

Anonymous

I went to see my breast surgeon and she was happy to see how I am doing. She sked if I could bring my arm up over my head and I did. Yeah me! Had a little over an hour to before I had to meet with the oncoogist. She was awesome! I told her that I was going to bring her back home with me. She even had another oncologist look at her recommendation for chemo and he agreed. She said that I won't need a port for it and my hair might thin but it shouldn't all fall out. She is going to send her recommendation to my oncologist. I don't want that nasty Red Devil crap again and she agreed. I came home smiling.

My puppy was only 4 1/2 years old. I am visiting other people with dogs and enjoying them. With all the traveling I am doing and next the chemo, I don't have time for one. 

I am tired out from traveling. We brought home a pizza. I have no desire to cook. I can't wait for bed.

hugs

SpecialK

veggy - sounds like a good day!  Rest well.

sas-schatzi

An hour ago sas-schatzi wrote:

For all that are having troubles

May the spirit within not weaken

May fear be taken from you

May your faith not be shaken

May love surround you

SAS

dunesleeper

essa and gail, thanks for your encouragement. i am underwhelmed by the support i have been getting in real life. people seem to think it is funny. they don't realize it affects my ability to do anything. washing dishes. washing myself. cooking. transferring the soup to a bowl. getting down on the floor and getting back up. reading a book. i'm thinking i really messed up my life since i don't seem to have a single friend who realizes how effed up this is. there is a lesson to be learned here. you wouldn't think that god would be teaching a person to care less for their fellow man but this sure makes me feel like an ass for putting myself out for other people. anyway the bedsheet tip will come in handy. i managed to bathe today. went without a bra since it is kind of hard to get in and out of them. of course the te doesn't like that. i'm in a pissy mood i admit.

Puff is still with us. thanks for thinking of him. he doesn't want to eat the healthy food though. stubborn bird. cleaning their cage ought to be fun tomorrow. i will manage though.

i picked up my xrays today so am ready for the ortho on monday. also called to verify that the shrink office sent my records to the state retirement people. sure hope they find in my favor and soon. having to spend money i had not planned on. emergency room copay. food from panera's. veggies already cut up. and maybe someone to cut the grass. and ortho co-pay. good golly miss molly!

dogeyed

HOORAY FOR PUFF !!!!!