In Up to My Elbows

Last week, Shari told me she takes chewable papaya enzymes after a meal when she feels the need. It’s helps to keep reflux at bay. I looked them up on Amazon and ordered some to try. Couldn’t hurt and might help. They were shipped out later that day and are scheduled to arrive tomorrow. When I pulled up tracking, here’s what I saw:

Did it again.

Why? Please tell me again! WHY??

The first thing I saw when I got on Facebook this morning was a headline saying a doctor in a town across the valley and on top of another mountain had been killed. I only knew of two there that I was acquainted with and surely it wasn’t either one of them. When I read the article, I found that it was, in fact, one of THEM.

The doctor had practiced in the clinic across from the hospital years ago. One day, after I’d been working as boss long enough for the stress to get to me, I took a sip of Sundrop and the ensuing pain bent me double. One of the girls in the office got a wheelchair, put me in it, and wheeled me across the parking lot.

I was seen right away and, judging from my symptoms, the doctor diagnosed me with the beginnings of an ulcer. He prescribed a course of Prilosec (it wasn’t OTC then). When I had the prescription filled, it would have been around $100 if I hadn’t had insurance. With it, it was probably $30 since it was a third tier medication. With the acid in my stomach kept at bay, the lesion healed and I was okay.

He was a nice man, husband and father. The article said he’d been drinking and was riding his motorcycle down my mountain. On that side, there are three lanes. Only one of them is for traffic going down. The two lanes are for traffic going up the mountain. He had to cross a double yellow line to pass two vehicles. An oncoming car forced him to pull back into the right lane too fast and he went off the road, into a ditch and was airborne into a thicket of trees. He was pronounced dead at the scene. At 49, he was younger than DS1. Tragic.

Cuz came over and we were talking about the accident. I was getting close to finishing up breakfast. All I had left was a piece of toast with avocado mashed up on it. Cuz said, “EWWWWWW!” Oh, and I had a cup of Dandy Blend, too.

Time has crept up on the editor. I got an email from her today saying that the lessons are supposed to go live in two weeks. It was still impossible for me to access the server but after I googled the problem, I was able to fix it and I was in. She asked me to get the index ready so I did and uploaded it.

During that time, DD called. She and her SO are looking for another place to rent. Their lease is due to be up soon and they aren’t crazy about the apartment. Since he is getting a new car, they want something that will accommodate both vehicles. They’ve already seen several places but nothing that fills the bill. One place advertised that it allowed pets when it really didn’t. There’s no way my grandcat can’t be included.

We got to talking about the different ways people eat. She is, on occasion, with people who are amazed that she doesn’t eat meat. Thinking back, she really did live in a vegetarian bubble for most of her life. She went from a home to a school with other vegetarians, then to an academy where only vegetarian food was served. College was the same way so she hasn’t, until lately, had much social experience with confirmed meateaters. At least, not ones who view vegetarians as oddities.

She was listing off different people in her circle who have different diets that she takes for granted. She’s vegetarian, another had been vegetarian but eats meat, a couple are gluten-free and I’m vegan. She doesn’t see a problem with working around all of those diets. To each his/her own. It’s new to her to be singled out as odd and have jokes made. I grew up in a time when it was strange to be a vegetarian to just about everybody outside the family.

I was telling Cuz about it and she said things have changed in the past few years so even famous people are becoming vegetarians and vegans. Her sister is vegetarian and she buys fake meat and phony baloney to have on hand when they have get-togethers.

I confessed to her that I’m back to working on the online Sabbath School lessons. I’m really glad to be, too, since I see so much that needs to be corrected in the current quarter’s lessons. I haven’t tried to do it, though. Seemed there was a lot of coding that got messed up if I touched it. Hopefully, it won’t be the case this time. I told her the templates would probably be the next thing.

When Cuz left, I went outside to check on the squash. That’s when I did it. I bent over to get a good look and it was a big mistake. Back in the house, I coughed for a good 10-15 minutes and almost threw up. Bending over after a meal is a huge no-no.

The editor called this evening and I timidly asked her about the templates. It sounded as though she hadn’t even thought about them. To my surprise (and relief) she said she’d take care of them if I’d do the proofreading and correct what I could. I’m to holler at the HTML expert if there’s something beyond me but I think I’ll be okay.

It’s another late night. I should be in bed. There’s lots more I could write but you can be glad I’m not going to.

6 Responses to In Up to My Elbows

  1. Lila August 31, 2015 at 6:58 am #

    So tragic that impatience cost such a young and useful life! Just about makes me ill!

    • Tommie August 31, 2015 at 9:52 am #

      Alcohol can make a person feel invincible. Sad.

  2. Mary Jane August 31, 2015 at 12:04 pm #

    You surely wouldn’t expect an order to come directly to you? It would miss out on a sightseeing tour!

    • Tommie August 31, 2015 at 12:13 pm #

      Thank you for clearing that up for me! I didn’t think…

  3. Lila September 1, 2015 at 8:42 am #

    Was alcohol involved in this accident?

    • Tommie September 1, 2015 at 9:48 am #

      Yes. The news piece said he’d been drinking and I included that in my post. That is generally interpreted to mean alcohol.

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