My Week: Progress or Regress?

Sunday was DD’s birthday. I was tempted to call her off and on all morning but I know she likes to sleep in when she can. I restrained myself. The phone rang later in the day and I saw it was her number. I answered it singing “Happy Birthday to You”. She thanked me. I’d seen on Facebook she had the traditional strawberry shortcake but it only had one candle. We discussed her job situation. I didn’t reiterate she could come back to Tennessee and work but she knows the door is always open. She and merm were going out for Thai food so we didn’t talk as long as usual. It was only an hour and a quarter but my phone was still going strong—more than two weeks off the charger.

While we were talking, my cousin-in-law brought me a couple of things from town. I called him later to find out how much I owed him and he said nothing. I still maintain I’m going to give one of them a long list and see what happens.

DS1 called from Indiana. They had gone up for my daughter-in-law’s grandfather’s memorial. DS1 didn’t have DD’s phone number and he wanted to wish her a happy 35th.

Tuesday, I planted some more carrot seed—Red Dragon and a rainbow mix. The mix has purple, red, orange, yellow and white. The seeds Pooky vandalized are coming up in strange places but they’re coming up. So is the rest of that row.

Wednesday, it rained. It didn’t rain a lot, though. There was about 1/4″ in the gauge.

Temperatures have been all over the place. One day, I took the compost out and Pooky was nowhere to be seen. I thought she might have left for greener pastures. I walked all around the garage but then remembered that when the weather is on the warmer side, she will crawl under the little deck over at my cousin’s place. Sure enough, when I got close, she came out. She’s barked once at night (just a couple short sharp barks) and once at me when I was walking down the driveway. Other than that, she’s been mute. The ex-Squatter predicted she would bark all the time and she’d refuse food if it didn’t come from him. Also, if she weren’t tied up, she’d run away. She’s quiet, not starving and still here.

Speaking of ex-S., he called just about every day week before last to ask about Pooky. From what he’d told all of us, he had a job for the taking when he got to Phoenix. Turns out he was to have an interview last Monday. As for whether he was hired or not, no one knows.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on the lessons on SSNET. On the plus side, I am learning HTML I didn’t know before which might stand me in good stead someday if I need to get a job besides greeter at Walmart. On the other hand, I haven’t been getting much done in the house. The editor gave me yet another task plus an additional one if I were “bored”. I told her if she could see this place, she’d tell me to get up from the computer and get busy. She wrote back, “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” Now what that had to do with anything, I don’t know.

When I got up Thursday morning, I had to remember not to have anything but water. I could have had black coffee but I’m not a coffee drinker and, if I were, I’d have to have something to tone it down. It was the day I was scheduled for my bone density, chest x-ray and lab work. Some of the last required me to be fasting.

I got to the hospital just a bit early and sat in the spacious lobby. I busied myself doing my nails. By and by, I was called into a little private office where I was registered. It was a smooth process made smoother by the fact someone had phoned me the day before to pre-register me. (During that phone call, my handset started beeping low battery after 2.5 weeks off the charger.) Everything was paperless. When it came time to initial and sign, it was on an electronic signature pad. There was no armband. No paperwork for me to take to the departments except for my orders and they had already been scanned. It was quite impressive.

It was very quiet. I was there for a full hour and a half and, during that time, there was only one overhead page.

My tests were done quickly and efficiently and all the people were very friendly. The hospital was built shortly before I retired so it’s laid out nicely and everything is clean and sparkling. I couldn’t help but think the little hospital across the mountain could have been moved into a nice new facility if the Powers That Be hadn’t dragged their feet when it came to funding. The hospital has the same number of beds as the one I retired from. It’s all so sad.

When all was done, as I was on my way to the bathroom, I spied a nice little gift shop. I dropped in and browsed for a few minutes and admired all the things I didn’t need. I mentioned to the Pink Lady (they aren’t Gray Ladies there) that I had my breakfast with me and I wondered if I could eat it in the cafeteria across the way. Of course I could! That would be fine.

Passing by the reception desk, I mentioned I was going to get my breakfast and bring it back in. The lady told me I could eat in the courtyard if I wanted. I hadn’t noticed it but took a good look. It’s nicely landscaped with flowers and a fountain. On one side are tables and chairs. If it were warm enough…

Walking from the building to the car and back convinced me it would be better to eat inside. I chose a table by the window that looked out at the courtyard so it was almost as good as being there. I wondered where the food was. The only thing in sight was a coffee machine with a little cabinet full of cups. One of the cups came in handy so I didn’t have to drink my OJ out of the jar.

At 11:30 EDT sharp, the double doors across from me opened. There was a steady stream of employees getting their lunch. I thought I might have sat at someone’s regular table but no one stayed in that room to eat. There was one person who came in I recognized. I had hired her years ago as a registrar and then she’d left my office to go to the clinic to work. Now she’s working at a doctor’s office on the other side of the mountain. It was kind of nice to be where almost nobody knew my name.

I finished my breakfast, went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and left. I had over an hour before I was due to go in for my two week check on my hearing aids.

My car’s gas tank was getting very low so that was the first order of business. Real no ethanol gasoline was $3.38 a gallon. It took 10 gallons to fill the tank and the trip meter had 338 miles on it which made it very easy to figure my mileage. Rounding up, 34 mpg isn’t bad for the kind of driving I do.

With most of an hour still left to kill, I went to Goodwill. As Mother would say, I dunced around in there but didn’t find anything to buy. I wasn’t in the mood to shop. There was one thing that tempted me—a black Cabbage Patch preemie girl doll for, I think, 99 cents. It was cute as it could be and would make a nice sibling for DD’s black Cabbage Patch preemie boy doll. I talked myself out of it figuring there was some little girl somewhere who would love to have it.

I gave myself almost 15 minutes to get across town to the Hearing Center and it took most of it. Seemed I hit more than my share of red lights. It was 12:58 when I walked in and my appointment was at 1 p.m.

As usual, I wasn’t able to read a whole lot before I was called back. First thing, my aids were hooked to the computer and the information from the prior two weeks downloaded. Scanning the screen, the audiologist did a doubletake. “This says you wore your aids an average of 11.5 hours a day. How’d you do that?? Did you sleep in ’em?” I told her I get up, do my morning routine, take a shower, put them in and don’t take them out until time for bed. She said a woman had come in and informed her she didn’t like her aids. When they were hooked up, it showed she’d worn them two hours during the two weeks. She said she didn’t need them around the house and she only wore them to church on Sunday.

My aids were hooked up to the computer most of the time I was there. They’ve been programmed according to the way I fiddled with them and it’s very different. I’m having to get used to them again. I was given a nod of approval, though, and was told that the reason I was doing so well with them is because I wear them a lot.

I told her about my sister’s friend who has the same type aids as mine but they make her ears itch. She said she should wiggle them around, scratch her ears and get them desensitized. My sister has noticed if she pushes on hers, it feels better. I don’t know if she’s gotten around to wearing both of them or not.

We discussed Genese a bit and she gave me an application for a free phone to give to her. I told her that Genese’s pure tone audiogram is supposed to be done soon. Genese, herself, is getting excited. She’ll be overjoyed when her Tennessee Orange aids are delivered.

With Walmart and Bi-Lo visits out of the way, I came home.

Yesterday, I spent a LOT of time on the Sabbath School lessons. Sometimes I wonder if I have gotten in too deep but it gets easier as it goes along.

My cousin came home after working on a job away all week. I hadn’t seen her husband (my cousin-in-law) for several days but I knew she would have had me check on him if she wasn’t able to reach him by phone. I took some tomatoes and avocados and went to visit a few minutes. Come to find out, my CIL has tonsillitis and has been feeling extra puny. The avocados weren’t ripe yet. If they had been, they would have gone down easy. I hope their tomatoes were better than mine. Mine were a bit soft, though still edible.

I’ve been more and more successful at giving Twinkle her B-12. One day, I was having to stalk her and she finally gave up and flopped over on the floor. She makes a half-hearted effort at trying to get away but it’s like she knows it’s futile and I will prevail.

This morning, I got up before the alarm went off. When I went into the kitchen, I heard a bird tweeting very rhythmically. When I’d go to the window, I didn’t hear it as loudly. Just about convinced a mother bird had a brood somewhere in my roof, when I got ready to leave for church I discovered what it was. When I took my aids out last night, I failed to open them up to turn them off. They were protesting at being closed in that little box for hours and hours. If I do that again, I’ll be very surprised

I was the first one at church and let myself in. I’d gotten to the organ and had it set up and started practicing the opening song for church. The pianist came in and I told her I was testing out my aids with the organ. I explained that, last week, they made the piano sound so loud (it’s loud, anyway) I couldn’t hear where I was. She looked surprised and just said, “Oh!” I noticed she toned it down somewhat and I think I played without blasting people out.

The audiologist predicted I would probably like where my aids were last week better and she was right. I was back to fooling with the remote so I could hear. Part of the time, I’d put it on “outdoors”. Other times, it was on “noisy places”. During the music, I’d put it on “automatic” and it seemed to do better there for that. I wasn’t able to hear the Sabbath School teacher as well this week but it was a different person and she speaks much more softly than the one last week. I can’t hope to hear everything perfectly though it would be nice.

After church, I went to visit Genese and give her the application and a DVD I’d burned. We had a good visit. She told me something sad, though. One of the ladies in housekeeping had had a heart attack after she’d gotten off work yesterday. She’d made it to her car and someone happened to see her. A code was called and staff raced out to the parking lot. She was airlifted to the Mother Ship after being stabilized but she died this morning.

When I got home, I had a cup of Dandy Blend. Since it’s been such a nasty rainy day, hot chocolate was in order. I had a cup of that and then fixed myself a large salad.

My aids are making me tired again. I was used to them the way they were and now my brain is having to learn an all new way of hearing. The audiologist keeps stressing that I hear with my brain. My ears just transmit sound that the brain then processes. It takes time for my brain to adjust. I’m thinking about upgrading. The next tier of aids is much more flexible and if I’m going to have to wear these day in and day out for the rest of my life, I figure it will be worth it.

4 Responses to My Week: Progress or Regress?

  1. Lila April 27, 2013 at 9:56 pm #

    The lady who made the comment about glass houses must have meant that her house was in the same condition as yours, don’t you think?

    I don’t understand what your handset is. Is it a phone, or is it part of your hearing aid setup? And if your aids were working better before, why were they changed?

    • Tommie April 28, 2013 at 8:29 am #

      Maybe that’s what she meant. I don’t know. Anyway, it doesn’t change the condition of mine. 🙁

      I have a set of cordless phones. There is one base with charger (including an answering machine I keep turned off), two chargers and three handsets. This is a newer model of what I have.

      The aids were changed to match what I had done while fiddling with them plus I asked her to add something to help override the tinnitus in my left ear. I was doing a lot of learning during the two weeks so the information they gave to the computer was a bit skewed. If I can’t handle the way they are now, she can always put them back the way they were. To upgrade would cost about 1/3 more than I’ve already paid but spread out over the rest of my life, I think it would be worth it. I have 43 more days to decide. I don’t think it will take that long. 🙂

  2. Lisa April 30, 2013 at 11:31 am #

    Friends of mine have 3 kids of which two have this aid as well.
    They usually wear it all day but they are cheeky – when they are being told to do homework or tidy their room, they just take it off 🙂

    • Tommie April 30, 2013 at 11:37 am #

      Sounds like a plan but it wouldn’t help me. I can’t even tune Twinkle out when I’m not wearing them. 😀

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