Fuzzy's Romp Room

Cindy, I've been thinking about you every day....don't know what to say though that could possibly make what you're going through any better. I am glad to hear that your recovery is going well. It's so unfair that some people have so much shit piled on them in a lifetime and others just skate by with any problems ever. Something I could never rationalize.

Rider, glad you could keep on your chemo schedule. I hope the move is uneventful.

Veggy, isn't it crazy how something taken for granted, like a shower, can be so wonderful when you have to go without?

Fuzzy, sorry to read about the theft. I agree with Wren. Keeping an eye on items for sale is the best way to get them caught. The police caught the thieves that way when our house was broken into last year. Most of our stuff ended up in a pawn shop. Not only are they scum....they're stupid.

Been a crazy month, but things have returned to normal. I have to share the most heart-warming story with you guys. Last month I get a letter from our auto insurance company that "because you have not contacted the police with a report or filed a claim for damages, we will be laying charges for criminal hit and run". Needless to say it freaked me out because the car they were referring to is my son's daily driver. He swore up and down that he was not in an accident and we didn't see any damage (other than some previous front end damage from me) on the car. I know parents always say their kid wouldn't do something like that, but I really felt it. He said he didn't do it and I believed him. He's the kind of kid who doesn't let a weekend go by without telling me everything about who's kissing who and all that stuff. Anyway, first I called the insurance company to find out the details. Apparently, some man's car was hit from behind, very little damage, but he was concerned about the hit and run part. We took the car to the adjustors to have a look at and they determined there was not enough evidence to say one way or the other. The "man" was there too. My poor son was so stressed out and told this "man", he never hit his car, but that he felt sorry for him just the same and would probably be just as angry, but he's not responsible.  Ashamed to admit, I didn't share my son's "niceness". I asked him why he would accuse someone who did nothing....and here's the part that bugged me....asks me why I would deny what happened and should punish him instead of sticking up for him. Anyhoo, the repairs for his car had to come from somewhere, so I get the letter from the insurance company that my insurance will lose it's rate reduction and my son gets a letter that he will be on a probationary license for an additional six months, need to go to driving classes, and pay a $1000 fine (we use a probationary schedule for new drivers where I live). The poor kid was a wreck and it was so hard to explain to him how this can happen. Had to just right it off as his word against my son's, 'cos who's going to believe a 16 year old over a middle aged man. Last week, I get a call from my son's principal. He tells me he's so sorry to hear what's happened to my son (teachers overheard him talking to his friends). He proceeds to tell me that there are at least three teachers who could testify that my son doesn't leave school at lunch so there's no way he could have been responsible. I called the police, who had my son come in for a talk. That was so stressful for him and the poor kid was shaking like a leaf, but told the police himself that he doesn't leave school, and teachers and his friend could verify. His friend comes down to the station and says the same thing...that my son has never left school unless he was with him and that it couldn't have been him. The constable was probably just doing her job, but she was so rough on those boys and I don't think believed one word of it. I called the school the next day and asked if those teachers could come down to be witnesses. I also asked that the constable have the "man" there as well.  Suddenly, his story changed to "I never actually got the license number of the car that hit me, just drove around looking for the same car that had comparable front-end damage". My son got an apology from the police, and a really nice letter from the insurance company apologizing and thanking him for being a responsible driver. They put that poor kid through hell, but it's over now and I'm so proud of him.....sometimes, the good guy wins. You know I sit around being sad so often, thinking about who is going to look after this kid's best interests when I'm gone, because we have no extended family. I felt such a sense of warmth and love knowing that his friends and teachers cared enough about him to get involved without being asked....and not because of my situation, because none of them know....just because they care and know what a good kid he is. It's really renewed my faith in humanity.

Veggy, I'm so sorry. Huge hugs. It's so hard to come to terms with. It's been almost 7 years since my mets diagnosis and I still struggle.....but that's the good news too. 7 years and still vertical.

Veggy lots of hugs for you and anyone else who needs them.

Veggy babe big HUGGGGG

Nancy Hellooooooooo, that's not me on fb, we will have to see who you friend LOL

Glad you have returned Gracie . Amazing story about son. That man will end up with charges against him. Filing a false police report & insurance fraud for two. You likely have a civil case against him. Request to see sons police record to make sure all info has been wiped out, may take court action.

and hugs to all roompers stay warm and dry

((((Gracie))))). So glad to see you back. What a great story and outcome!!!! Thanks for thinking about me...



((((Nancy)))). Thanks for the good wishes.. I went to the mall the other day and used my wheelchair. I think I am safer for me and everyone else in my wheelchair than I would be in one of those motorized carts....



(((((Veggy)))). Thinking of you....



Cindy

Thanks everyone. Now after ten days, the scar is starting to bleed. I went shopping yesterday and had my son do all the lifting. I came home and the gauze and bra were filled with blood. I'm glad it didn't go throught he shirt too. I plan on fighting.

(((((((HUGS))))))) to all who need/can use them.

Please, Veggie, say it isn't so.  It wasn't enough you go thru this cancer routine once.  Still a pleasant person.  Then you get it a second time and the docs keep effen aroud your appointments.  And now this, almost the worst news of all, the one tht would send me to the pink sand beaches and aqua water of the Bahamas with a urse to visit and give me my morphine shots until mu heat gives ou.  Veggy, wherever this ridiculous part of a very rough ride goes, you do know what a goodly person you are.  I am truly broken hearted.  The bleedig scares the daylights out of me.  Keep us up to date.  And a sweet kiss for your hubby. 

Nancy, don't you know how much I lov you?  That was the sweetest little sory about SKK falling and shakin, and for a change you could put some lovin on tht one tough cat.  Hon, every single one of us gets so upset and angry and don't take much to break us down big-time.  Lost both our elder dogs last year, one the day before surgery, it was heart wrenching knowing they were done.  I wrote a poem for my dog as he was put down, he seemed so happy that i was doing that for him.  And I sang Crosby, Stills & Nash's "Gwenivere" to Goldwn, she had gold eyes and hair, "... as we walked through the garden after the rain...we shall be free..."  Nancy, you are an extremely and extraordinary person who has had to mature very quickly.  But there are still those beautiful quiet moments worth everything in the whole wild world.

I would like to talk about some rather serious subjects we are all sharing right now.  First one is pain.  Thank heavens for medicine.  So, whatever reasoning might be found in literature about this opiate or that one, the franken-misstaken of addiction, that's all fine and good.  But you see, there are people like me.  I will be on pain killers for the rest of my life.  I pour the day's doses in a little dish, take them when I need them, sometimes double two of the doses just to feel totally relaxed and in a nap mood.  Often I forget to takemy evening dose.  I mean,  the ones who make it their life's work to get high, the real abusers, good grief, who the hell wants to fool with too much oxycodone or codeine when they can do ecstacy or get heroin a lot cheaper and easier ON MANY street cormers and then go home, minding ther own consenting adult business, and shoot up on the weekends?  It's all the same shit,  I just know changing and increasing my meds was straight from heaven.

And Fuzzy, you do what you want with your drugs.  And wow am I ever angry and hurt by those mean people who took your hubby's stuff.  He was victimized, he's like everyone else trying to put nickels and dimes together, and he's a good man and works hard, and outta nowhere comes some punk, invades your husb's self-built business, and takes it all.  And even if he had insurance, this is how all emergencies feel.  He may want to sell his business and get into brick laying.  Maybe it's a sign to cut loose and turn down the work volume.  Lov them bricks, no overhead, a wonderfully pleasant job, one helper, a van, and he can take whatever jobs he chooses to do.  I hope he told the cops, they got detectives that love this sort of puzzle.  I dragged 50 gazillion hisoric bricks from a house given to the firemen to burn down, belonged to the church, and asked one of the ministers could I have them.  I wanted to lay brick into a wall betweem a path we had beween two fences, with a beautiful gate from an old house conservancy place, to remind me of lovely Charleston SC. Our move was such a hurry at the end, there those old-timey bricks lay with three hanging plants dug out of the garden there.  Well, we'll find some more.  And I'm feeling saddened too by your Mom, I cannot imagine that particular scare. Are her pajamas soft enough?  By the wy, do you put little clothes on your doggie someimes?  He is beyod cute.

Oh, why does the summer have to be ending?  I am finally truly blessed to feel better, that I just want to go to our hisoric downtow and sit in one of many cafes, check out the latest clothes and hair going by to get some ideas... folks, I bought some dye for my hair, it is blonde but very faded, not too different from my own "look."  I thought I might put some on, and then go to a cheap haircut place and let them blend trimmed pieces into nice combined hair, some sort of style.  I want a very angled part and let the hair from the part cut to go into the side of my face with "product" as a cool accent, and let the rest just blow around and yet land just right since it'll be cut perfectly.  Mom and I are going to go to Steinmart's in town, inexpensive fashion, and also TJ Maxx, love their casual clothes.  I'm tired of being in rags.  Husband and I went up on the Parkway to take photos of the last of the leaves.  We were both too tired to go, but it's part of a program we have of doing a couple things each month that rquire effort and yet that we enjoy.

By the by, I've notied this in others, and I'm fairly sure we're all very tired.  Probably from the chemo, altho may be the shock and fear of facing death.  So, I realized the other day that it is perfectly okay to pick a few afteroons each week were we can nap on a couch or the bed one afternoon, watch an old 1940s black and white matinee, where the women and gentlement spoke so carefully, women with pearls and cute hats and heels, and men with ties and well-groomed hair, and next to my afternoon nap location,put a goodly plate or bowl of snacks and milk, with dog/cat/skunk close by (for those who have them), take an extra pill and just trash my life for a few hours.  SCREW THEM ALL TO HELL.  It's OK to be tired.  Look at what happened to us!?!  I try not to play the cancer card very much, but SOME things really cannot be helped, and a good rest is just as important as a good walk.

My Dearest Cindy (crog), you sweet shark-bit damaged miserable gentle heart, always so careful of what you say.  Hon, I reckon it is an absolute pain to get around now.  I always wondered how in the hell would I get from a wheelchair into a car, not to mention getting from the house to the car.  Do you use a cane in the home where rugs are?  I really cannot believe how well you're taking this, and even tho you MUST gripe and cry now and then, oh lovely lovey, we feel SO MUCH for you, and not just because your leg is all tore up from a really lousy load of bad luck, but it's because of your strength of dignity.  And to top everything off, your rooommate and daughter's friend have to go thru all that scary cancer treament stuff.  SIGH.   I have two pairs of "hippy" type pants, where one was already loose with embroidered floweres on the lower legs, and another where a big cuff of an amazing design were sewed onto the bottom.  I suppose you've thought of something like tht with some old levis that fit loosely to begin with.

SASSY, I've noticed you've been rather more conversational, saying such interesting things about yourself.  I didn' know you had a dog.  My dog is keeping me in better shape, too.  And I agree, that feeling of water running down on our tore-up tired and hurting bodies, truly divine.  And I am VERY proud of you giving up on the AIs, I also had to, but still encourage others of course, but they plumb drove me nuts. Same wierdness durimg menopase, I totally lost it. And I was just hypotized by your stories of scarves and makeup!  I want you to do my makeup.  And I've been looking at used men's hats too!!!   SIMPLYAUDREY, sorry you lost part of your boob and the fills hurt so much, surely they can give you something you can chew up and drink a bunch of water for the next fill.  DUNE my husband and brother's son have major problems going omto any hospital or doc office or any of it, both becuz of cancer.  And I am almost ready to let it all go, too.  Dah'lin, are you getting enough bread type stuff?  Husband went thru some years of baking bread in those machines, talk about some fabulous food.  I also eat mostly at least cage-free eggs, was a vegetarian about ten years.  As soon as I got cancer, all that concen about factory farming went right out the window.

I always talk long, could talk even longer, but the best thing that has happened to me was convincing those retard docs ino getting me enough and strong-enough meds.  I don't think any of us are particularly comfortable, mentally and physically.  But at least I can feel regular nearly all the time.  Of course, yesterday i got dog-doo all over my shoes and tripped amd fell smack on my face in he gravel and weeds and thought my stomach would explode.  Yup, it's one helluva wy to live, thiscancer crisis buuuuuushit.  GG 

sas - I am back from Washington, D.C. - I left you a VM on your cell.

hahahahahha Fuzzy. Your dog the pimp. Too funny.

I have all kind of leaking happening because those jerks who constructed my porch did not put up the flashing. Well, now we are having a hurricane and my porch is dripping heavily. Worse than that, the rain is actually finding its way in and destroying the ceiling of my living room. Also the wall around the window. This is all from that flashing not being installed. I could shoot the guy who did this. Can you imagine what it will cost me to replace the drywall of my ceiling and one wall in my living room and rebuild the roof of the porch. I guess the drywall of the roof of the porch will need to come down too. Damn. There is electricity running up there! I'm going to have to borrow money from mom to do this --- just when I thought things were getting better.

Anyway, I took the opportunity while the rain lightened to climb out onto the roof of my porch at around midnight so that I could spray that flex seal stuff up there. Please let it work until the roofer can do his thing. The gusts nearly blew me off the roof. It was about 40 degrees fahrenheit out there, raining, and gusting. I was freaking cold!!!!

Fuzzy, what a gorgeous picture! (and so are you BTW). Who's the awesome photographer?

Veggy, I hope you're feeling better.

Rider, sorry about the vomiting. I'm sorry you have to move feeling so crappy.

Sas, how'd the test go?

Read last two pages if I forget somethings ya know the problem

Brain fine.

Special missed your message Bummer. Stayed in a hotel--DS working. Talked with Galsal. Ate at Columbia for first time. Missed wake up call then got lost, but Vironis saw me anyway, so at least thats done. How is the vaccine going? Glad you were out tof that mess on the coast. How is DS doing? He's in the middle of it. I loved EMS people, the best about them always came out in these situations. A breed apart. Kudos for raising such a son.

GG Yes your writing is amazing. Sorry about the fall. I've had four leftsided closed head injuries from my right anlkle turning. Hate them -the falls, takes away a sense of security. Please, Talk with doc about Fentanyl patches. Work great for pain relief, stronger than oxy(don't know about codiene). Fentanyl doesn't make you goofy and didn't affect my balance. I took oxy for breakthrough, but that didn't happen much. If it did I put another patch on. That link I gave you, the first page was allot os stuff about how to assess pain and knowing when you need more etc. Then Micnar and someone else moved in. Should take my stuff and move it someplace else.

Dunes sweetie please stay off the roof?

Rider---does ginger work for you--teaspoon of ginger in a cup of warm water. For some it's way better than the newer stuff.

Nancy, SKK---what is this about rolling finches. I'm picturing a ball that they fly around in , that the cats can't get at them, but the cats keep trying? Glad your safe.

Sister out of hospital.

Fuzz:)tag your it. Maple syrup hmmm reminds me of a story--came home from a shift in the 70's, feet hurt soooooooooooo bad. Washed them then smeared them with maple syrup. Layed on the floor with my legs going up the stairs(then smaeared). The dog spent ever so long licking my feet--heaven. Fuzzy try some threapeutic massage with DH. Foot rubs are wonnerful. Make sure you both are laying comfortably at opposite ends of couch. Lay a towel under foot. warm lotion or oil in your hands first , then apply. It will relax you and likely you will fall into a very nice regenerating sleep. It's cold up there now so have enough blankets /clothes on, so as not to chill.

PTD/badger/essacan't see know who I missed. Granny is at her sisters and okay, I think Veggy posted that here. For sure veggy posted it on Bonfires. Gracie:) Haven't seen Ginger L&H&P's Namaste

We heard from frankh on the Catholic thread.--he was having technical difficulty versus chemo.

Crog----so happy you weathered the weather well. Is Incision open at all? If It is is think silver alginate. Absorbent ,plus the silver is anti microbial.

Veggy my nursing head wasn't working again. Ask your doc for a wound care specialist evaluation and management plan. They are very specially trained.