SeaSpray's - It's a Wonderful Life!

My URL Has Been Hijacked

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 12 Feb 2021 05:22:00 +0000

URL Hijacked AGAIN! This is a test to see if I can post. If I type in the URL for my SeaSpray blog, it appears for a second and instantly disappears to another site. Is this only happening to me or are others blocked too? Hopefully I can get help to correct this. Okay, it's time to post this.

HALLELUJAH!!!

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Wed, 13 Dec 2017 17:46:00 +0000

I am back in my blog!

Yes, I even locked myself out.

I have an aversion to writing down passwords.

And oven mitts. I have an aversion to wearing oven mitts, as evidenced by the occasional, needless burns on hands and forearms.

But I digress.

I have an excellent memory. I can recall the most amazing details from decades ago. And numbers. My number recall is weird, but certainly serves me well.

In recent years I have become careless with passwords and new email account addresses and passwords. I left things open and just didn't pay any attention to what the sign ins or back ups for being locked out are. I got a new computer and so I lost the ability for the computer to open to the familiar sites with the correct address IDs.

I do have some info written down and just have to find the safe place I put the most recent ones. The problem is I may have screwed up with the email addresses because I only used them once to set something up.

I will absolutely finish the dentist spitting in my mouth post. I also want to write a post called, "Torn Between Two Surgeons." I really am. And I've been going to two different practises during the last year. I know that is not good medicine. One surgeon definitely knows - the second one... and he even recently booked me for surgery for February. It's a tentative appointment. The first one, knows I went to the 2nd one but he doesn't know how often. And I did try to get to the first one but fate seemed to work out that I ended up at the other practice. So I will explain in that post. Oh how I would love some guidance with this. It is a big deal to me because of something else.

Okay. I have to leave for an appointment now.

Anyway ...YAY!!!

SeaSpray is back! :)

Embarrassing The Dentist - It HAD To Be Done

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 13 Oct 2017 04:48:00 +0000

Chalk one up for my mild germaphobia. It gave me the courage I needed and it still took me too long to speak up. It's late now and I will be busy tomorrow, but I have to VENT about this one.. ASAP.

To be continued...

That Mortifying Moment...

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 03 Jun 2017 19:10:00 +0000

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in which you stab the man in the pool store, in the crotch …with your sword. *Sigh!*

So what happened you ask?

This nice pool guy offered to bring the heavy chlorine containers to my car and did. But then he walked back and asked if I’d like him to put them in the trunk for me. I said, “Sure!” and tossed my keys to him.

It was the end of the day and I had been shopping awhile and so my knees were really hurting, thus making it more difficult to go down the stairs. So I had my heavy purse hanging off my left shoulder, two 30 inch swords in my left hand, apparently going askew and was carrying a somewhat heavy, bulky bag in my right hand and with said right hand was also trying to hold on to the railing. It was a challenge because of the pain.

I wasn’t even halfway down when he was already bounding back up the stairs and somehow one of my swords moved outward as I went down a step. BULLS EYE! It all happened so FAST. Of course the point part of the sword is only made out of the same material as a pool noodle, but pretty sturdy and sizeable. And it’s a good thing he backed his lower half out quickly because the sword definitely pushed inward. And so even though I did get him, he wasn’t hurt. Furthermore, that is NOT where I wanted to be looking, which only happened because of the darn sword! He graciously flashed a big smile as I simultaneously blurted out a panicked, mortified, “I’m SORRY! I felt my face instantly get hot and I’m guessing it went magenta. In my mind’s eye I was already away and at the car. But the reality was that I still had to go down the rest of the stairs and past some other coworkers congregating at the bottom. I hoped they didn’t see any of it. I’m normally friendly but I pretended they weren’t there and I only had eyes for the beeline I was making to my car.

I’ll bet he didn’t wake up in the morning thinking some woman would stab him in the crotch with a sword. I also didn’t wake up thinking I would stab some man in the crotch with a sword.

Also, since he was smiling I am guessing the humor of the incident didn’t get past him and now I am writing about it because I’m laughing about it too. But G-E-E-E-E-E WHIZ!

I can’t wait until we play with the swords.

En garde! :)

5 Months and 13 Days and Stuff

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 11 Mar 2017 07:31:00 +0000

I cannot believe that I have not written a post in here since September 26, 2016. So, I haven't written a SeaSpray post for 5 months and 13 days. Wow. I began reading some of my posts last week and am in awe of how much time I spent writing for this blog and for so many years, almost every day. And now I just deleted some things I just wrote.

I see I have some comments that have gone unanswered since last fall. I haven't been in here or else I would have responded and so I will answer them later today as well as write a post.

Oh, I'm happy to say that eating the funky bacon earlier today didn't cause me to be sick. I was a bit worried for awhile, but all is well. There is more to this little story but it's late. Part of me want to delete this post to because I am not feeling it ...but no ...I am posting it. The door is open and now I am going back through it, stepping into the blogoverse again.

I never finished writing about urology issues and now I have another medical decision to make and I honestly do not know what to do ...or when.

On a happier note, older son and wife are expecting their 4th child in April, a baby girl. Yay! I can't wait! :)

TEN!

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Tue, 27 Sep 2016 01:05:00 +0000

I've been a political news junkie for a long time and I've always found the presidential races to be most interesting and even exciting at times. But this time around it is at a 10, a TEN I tell you ... on the political stress-o-meter. EGADS! All the dishonesty and corruption with any lack of accountability has been getting to me.

Big time.

I've been turning the news on and off all day today because it is just so tense feeling.

Anyway ...it is about to begin.

Truly, may the best man win.

And I do mean man.

Yes ...you can count me in as one of the adorable deplorables. :)

Oh M-U-R-P-H-Y-Y-Y-Y ...YOU!

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Thu, 15 Sep 2016 04:50:00 +0000

It can always be worse. :)

It's been awhile since Murphy has taunted me with a visit. You know who I mean. "If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong." That Murphy. And I am not the least bit superstitious. I love totally black cats and had one. I purposely step on cracks and have intentionally walked under ladders. Doesn't everyone? No knocking on wood for me - thank you very much. No throwing salt ...somewhere. I broke my mirror last week, frustrating, but no alarm there. A friend of mine always knocked or tried to knock on wood when she was afraid she'd jinx something. That always amused me because I know she had a strong faith in God. Sooo ...isn't God greater than any silly superstition? Just asking? or astrology for that matter?

But I digress. :)

Back to Murphy and his visit today.

My car has badly needed a good washing for a month, at least. I didn't take it to get washed because it was one of the things I wanted to do with the wee ones. They always help with simple chores, but this summer I decided to give them additional, larger chores that they would need my assistance with. And because the work was more involved, I was paying them. I gave them both their own jar and then they could watch the money they earned fill the jars. Washing a car on a hot day is fun, but we never did get to it.

So I finally decided to go to the car wash today. "Wash, wax and rims, please." It looked great!

The sun was out, shining brightly, as I walked into the store. I wasn't inside 10 minutes when I looked outside only to see it had gotten cloudy, with a major downpour of cats and dogs ...kind of rain coming down, hard and fast. The kind of rainstorm that would've cleaned the car. Okay ...well it wouldn't wax or make the rims sparkle.

So, I commented to the clerk that Murphy was back again and explained why. The humor of it didn't get past me but it must've really irked me because I mentioned it to two other people before I left.

Oh well ...DOUBLE WASH!!! :)

Giggled Myself to Sleep :)

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 27 Aug 2016 05:52:00 +0000

Last night, little 7 yr old W. stayed overnight for some Mum mum and W time. In the wee hours of the morning I heard her fall out of bed. She is a very restless sleeper, with her legs often kicking and it is not uncommon for her to fall onto the floor, especially if she is sleeping on the sofa. And it is next to impossible to keep blankets on her.

Ha! I let her sleep with me one night when she was 3 and through out the night she would seem to be running in her sleep ...on my side and I had to keep straightening her out. Needless to say I did not sleep much that night. :)

Anyway, I heard her get back into bed. I turned the computer off and went to check on her. I was still acclimating from bright computer screen to very low light where she was sleeping. I lovingly placed the small, soft light blanket on her and then because the fan was on, I also added the Dalmatian blanket over the 1st one.

I wanted to gently stroke her face but it must've tickled her because she got a little fussy. So I decided to pat her head ...except instead, my hand landed on a satin material. Momentarily perplexed, I felt her again and realized that when she got back into bed she put her feet and her backside onto her pillow.

So then ...I not only lovingly covered her face with one blanket, but two blankets. Oh no! So I pulled them back off and got her head back onto the pillow, recovered her and then gently caressed her little face, followed with a kiss to her head.

But then I couldn't leave the room fast enough because I was going to laugh out loud.

Talk about smothering a child with love!

I woke Mr SeaSpray up just so I could tell him. He didn't seem to appreciate that so much. He mumbled something about being tired. Go figure. :)

THANKFULLY I didn't leave her with two blankets completely covering her face and then some.

Obviously she was alright, thus I couldn't help intermittently giggling about it, with heaving shoulders, until I fell asleep. Okay ...just the image of me carefully covering her face and all, while gently tucking the blankets over what I thought were her shoulders and just below her face. :) :) :)

Oh ...the IRONY

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Wed, 17 Aug 2016 03:11:00 +0000

This would be hilarious ...like Saturday Night Live kind of hilarious ...if it wasn't so ALARMING. Seriously - HE (the VICE PRESIDENT of the United States) POINTS OUT the guy and TELLS THE CROWD and the WORLD that THE GUY with OUR NUCLEAR CODES IS ALWAYS WITH HIM. Gee, I wonder what the news agencies would do if Trump revealed this NUCLEAR CODE guy information to the world? TV's everywhere would would burst into flames due to the extreme 24/7 overload at the shock and horror of it all. Oh and his candidacy would be history.

WOW. Just ...WOW.

OOPS! and Other Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 12 Aug 2016 05:22:00 +0000

For a change I got totally engrossed in actually writing a blog post ...so much so, that I totally forgot to remove my green commando looking "beauty" mud mask from my face. It should only be on for about 10 - 15 minutes. Egads! I really hope that I don't wake up looking like one big zit for a face. A-n-d ...after 2 hours of writing ...I once again have changed my mind about posting any of it. What is wrong with me that I am not following through with posting anything I write?

I think one problem is that I feel guilty or something, for writing about my stuff when so many serious things are going on in the world. The news is just awful for so many reasons - seemingly everywhere. I guess I feel that anything I write is superficial by comparison. And I don't think anyone is interested in anything I have to write about anyway. And also ...I begin my day with a cup of coffee and reading the Drudge Report. But when I began blogging, I used to go right to blogging. But now I read drudge and then I listen to streaming political radio and or podcasts from alternate news sources because you get so much more info vs TV news, for the most part, anyway. And I feel like the the news, with so much disturbing information, just sucks the joie de vivre right out of me. Hence ...goodbye creativity. Hello seemingly permanent, distracting undercurrent of anxiety over things I have no control over. Well ...something like that, anyway.

But maybe I am overthinking this. Maybe I shouldn't care what others think. I used to say that I was writing for myself and I was. But I also very much enjoyed the camaraderie with some nice fellow bloggers. It really helped me through some tough times. Writing was not only fun but also cathartic. And I have always felt compelled to write something ...on napkins, in notebooks or sheets of paper. I've heard it said that if you think about writing then you are a writer. Now I don't know if that is true but it has always been a passion within me. And it would come out in different ways over the years. But when I discovered blogging ... well I just thought it was the best hobby ever. :)

I'm Still Laughing :)

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 08 Jul 2016 02:10:00 +0000

Gee Whiz! There's nothing like giving your son's girlfriend a great second impression of yourself. Thankfully, I have a good sense of humor. :)

So ...what happened you ask?

This past Sunday, as I walked out of the bedroom to go into the bathroom, I was thinking about the next day's barbecue and pondering whether I should shop or clean first. I was in my nightgown, not wearing any makeup and my hair wasn't even brushed yet. No one was home when I had gotten my first cup of coffee and I didn't know that anyone had come in since then.

But as I was about to turn into the bathroom I happened to casually look up ...which is when I saw her standing there and looking at me. It didn't really register that it was her but just that someone was standing there when I didn't expect it ...which scared me.

So in a lightening fast, startled response, I simultaneously jumped and screamed ...loudly. I scared her so much that she jumped and screamed too. I still laugh about it every time I think about it. It was embarrassing but I am sharing this little story because humor trumps embarrassment. :)

Fortunately, son told me she was laughing about it even after they left. :)

NOT AGAIN!!! ???

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 24 Jun 2016 03:53:00 +0000

Okay ...I admit it ...I am obsessing a bit ...okay ...a fair amount ...more than I want to. Heck, I don't want to obsess at all but is it even possible? Well sure it is possible. But is it likely? I mean seriously ...WHAT are the odds that it would happen THREE times? I am going to ignore it. I am. But I have to vent. I am not going to the ER. I am not. I don't even have time to do that. So I will not. No ...instead I will obsessively check it. Because we all know that obsessively checking will make it not so. Right? Of course the other two times I didn't go right away either. But this time I guess I just feel like ...seriously ...how likely is it that I could have been bitten by a bat ...again?

This wasn't even on my radar - no pun intended. I am talking about bats and bat bites. I am used to them always flying around here at dusk and so I don't even think about them and I garden until about that time or a bit later. Tonight I stayed out a longer because I was trying to finish a project. I really haven't even thought about bats in a long time. But when I came in to get washed up tonight, I noticed the two little perfectly symmetrical puncture marks and and then a little scratch a few inches from that. I wasn't gardening in anything sharp or in anything. I hung a plant off a very full tree and I planted flowers near other taller plants. I think I leaned over a full vine plant but I didn't touch it. And I never noticed anything fluttering near me.

I had the first rabies series in October, 1999 and with the second bat bite I got booster vaccines in July, 2014. I wrote posts about it all in 2014. So, I am not going to rehash that all over again. I am going to sign off now, and look at the puncture holes with the magnifying glass. Maybe I will take a picture again. But I am not going to obsess. Just saying. ;)

Why do these darn punctures have to be so perfectly symmetrical ...like fangs?

That was a rhetorical question.

Sort of.

Besides ...since I had the rabies series and then boosters the second time, in 2014 ...I would think I am covered ...like bat proof or something. Yeah ...I'm going with that. Bat proof.

Unexpected Scream - Timing Delay Good Thing?

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Thu, 02 Jun 2016 23:06:00 +0000

A couple of days ago, My little grandson and I were heading down to Pelican Pools to buy a container of their liquid shock. Just before I made the turn to the highway taking me down that way, I remembered that I was supposed to bring my insurance card back in to the urology office so they could verify that it has the same billing info as it did last summer. So I decided to stop at the office first. That taken care of, we then proceeded on down to the store. Except that I wasn't on the highway very long when something big and black flew right at me after the utility vehicle in the fast lane hit it first.

There wasn't any time to do anything. So I screamed. Loudly! Scared my grandson too. It all happened so fast ...like split second kind of fast and without any warning because it was hidden by the utility vehicle in front of me at about 11 o'clock. Then it flew right at the front of my car with a huge thud and then banged around under my car before flying off to the side of the road. I kept the wheel steady while simultaneously screaming ..well one big shocked scream. Then I immediately wondered if there was any car damage - the important kind of damage that would disable it. I was concerned that perhaps something holding fluids could've been damaged. I wondered if I should pull over to check or stop at the next gas station or should I just go back home and let our mechanic take a look at it.

But ...I really wanted that pool shock and thought that it was just thick rubber. Oh ...yeah ...apparently the wheel had blown off of a tractor trailer. It seemed close to the original size except that it was severed in one spot, thus floppy - maybe safer to hit. ? It was YUGE though. So, I decided to keep going but was checking for a stream of fluid that could be leaking from my car. All was well. I looked when we got out and it seems my license plate was a little damaged.

On the way home on that same highway, I remembered that accidents are sometimes caused if those large tires blow out when a car is right next to them. I cannot stand to ride parallel with those trucks or to be behind them because I do feel concerned about that and so I usually speed up and pass, just to get away from them. Mindful of course that I am still riding next to them while trying to pass. Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder ...what if? What if we had just gone straight onto the highway without our detour to the urology office ...would we have been right in the path of the blowout? Would I have been up to regular speed and in the fast lane? Could we have been hurt?

Just something I pondered. I think we would all be surprised if we knew all the times that we were spared from something bad happening to us or others we know. And while I don't pretend to know why bad things do happen to people, or why they don't ...I do believe that there are definite times we have been protected by angels sent by God. And they work in all kinds of ways. But that is for another post. :)

I am just very glad for that timing delay. :)

Right?

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 28 May 2016 06:52:00 +0000

So today, I had this medical appointment to go to.

After using our bathroom, and while washing my hands ...I realized that I did not pull my airy/flowy skirt down in the back. It was tucked up into my panties. Not all the way. It was covering me to my thighs. But the excess fabric definitely got hung up back there. No big deal. I pulled it back down and went on my way.

I used the bathroom at the uro office and then left said office soon after that. Then I went to Costco. And then home again.

As I was about to leave to go to a friend's house, while washing my hands ...I realized that my skirt was up in the back ...AGAIN.

Then I had this God awful thought.

Is it possible that I could've left the uro office, walked through the building and parking lot and then into and around Costco and back through their parking lot to my car and loaded the items into the car ...with my skirt up in the back?

Is that possible?

I would feel the breeze ...right?

Or the car seat fabric on the back of my thighs ...right?

And certainly the girls at the uro desk, someone in the parking lot, or at Costco - inside or outside would have told me ...right?

These are chilling thoughts to ponder, I tell you.

Especially because it happened to me once before, but only in the hospital hallway and ER. :)

Link:The Fourth Most Embarrassing Moment!

Seriously tho ...I'd know ...Right?

Some Friday Night Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 14 May 2016 04:29:00 +0000

1. But for the grace of God, says me ...I am still alive. And haven't stroked out. I found out today, from a cardiologist who wasn't my doctor that I have been taking a dangerous medication for hypertension and have been using it wrong for TWELVE years. The wrong is my fault not the doctors who prescribed it. I was only there because I was accompanying someone else at their appointment. And when that was over, I told him about my crazy blood pressure that I had a few days ago. In about 12 hours time I went from hypertension crisis to hypotension and then finally back to normal by the end of the day. So all I wanted to know from him was should I see him, the specialist directly or should I see my PCP? I told him I don't need referrals. When he heard the medication and the numbers he told me he wanted me to check in right now and he would see me. So I did. And he did. I will finish this post another time to explain what happened and what I have to do now.

2. So ...I was on my way down to the mall to return something around 7:30ish tonight, when I realized that I had been the only one on this pretty busy 2 lane highway ...for miles. It is true that it was after rush hour and traffic would build up traveling in the opposite direction. But it was a Friday night. And this is NJ. I was heading down to a more congested area. It was great. I was just sailing on through all the lights. You know ...that feeling you get when you're just breezing a long with the music ...where you feel like you are one with the road? Neat feeling. :)

Then I had this thought ...what if the rapture happened? What if I was left behind? And then I came to a stop at a light closer to the mall and tons of cars were crossing out onto the highway and a bunch of cars pulled up behind me. Maybe I was just leading the pack. Although ...maybe ... ;)

3. I was returning a pair of 70.00 black pants ...black dress pants that I had bought a month ago. They were very nice pants and looked nice on me but cost too much to keep and not wear. The fabric is a bit heavy for warm weather and I hope to be in an even smaller size by the end of the summer. We'll see. Anyway, I never took the tags off. You see I bought them smaller than I should have. But I had lost weight and I didn't want to buy the next size up because they were too baggy. I am tired of no one seeing that I have thinner legs than I did. I loved how these looked on me. The problem was I had to suck in my stomach really far to close them. But it worked.

Then I tried them on again at home and decided to lie down on the bed ...like I did in my teens and 20s when getting into tight jeans. :) I walked around a bit and then decided to sit in them. Because after all I would have to sit in them. And maybe I could break them in a bit. Of course losing another 5 lbs might make a difference too.

But after a couple of minutes I was beginning to feel a bit weird and dizzyish. So, I stood up and the feeling went away. I sat again and the weird and dizzyish sensations came back. And now that it is getting warmer I'm not likely to wear them anyway and so I might as well wait until until I am at least really down into the next size or more.

4. Then I did a stupid thing on the way home. I was famished because all I had all day was one cup of coffee with milk, a banana in late afternoon and a spoon of last night's lasagna before heading back out the door. I also hardly drank water and was thirsty before leaving but I hate public rest rooms and so I avoided that too. Well ...I did buy an organic peach tea. I love peach. It was okay. The thing is they shouldn't claim organic when they also have unlisted "natural" ingredients. Just saying.

Well the tea wasn't the bad thing. The bad thing is that I decided to stop at a Burger King as soon as I got off that highway on my way home. And here's the kicker. YUK! I don't know what came over me, but I ordered a Whopper hot dog. Did you just barf a little in your mouth? I feel like it now. DOUBLE YUK!!!

If I have a hotdog it has to be beef and kosher. I doubt these were. Yes they are beef. Kosher? Probably not. I was attracted to the Whopper Burger vegetables being on a hotdog. I LOVE vegetable sandwiches. But this was on a hotdog. I ate it but will never get it again. Needless to say it was not a Tuscany roasted vegetable and Balsamic vinegar sandwich on a ciabatta bread. I also got an order of fries with no salt. They tasted weird to me because I could taste the oil they were fried in.

Years ago when traveling during one of my jobs I'd stop at fast food places. No wonder I gained weight! I really cannot stand them now. I have to be desperate to go to one. Well ...except for an egg McMuffin with bacon and cheese. But I rarely have them either. I don't know. There is something about the grease or whatever they cook with that I just do-not-like. UGH!

Anyway it is now a couple of hours later and I drank a ton of water and still am (I just KNOW this is gonna be a... I wish I had a foley catheter ...kind of night) and I still feel like I can taste it. I am actually cringing at the thought of that Whopper hotdog. And that is what it is. Psychological Whopper dog revulsion ...because I really can't taste it. I just feel like I can. The memory of it just won't go away.

So ...I am thinking of having one of Mr SeaSpray's Eskimo bars. Chocolate might be just the thing to take the taste away. Seriously. And then to bed.

5. I am bringing my grandchildren to my friend Iris' youngest grandson's birthday party at 11 am in the morning. I wrote about Iris in 2011. She passed away from non smokers lung cancer in October of 2011. She just missed seeing her daughter's first son being born and this is her second son, who will be two years old. There are four grandchildren between her two children. She also never met her little granddaughter who looks like her and has her curly hair. Iris would be just crazy in love with all of these beautiful children. It is bittersweet for me to go up there. I will enjoy being with all of the family and while it is easier now after 4 1/2 years ...it still hurts. I just hide it better now. Sigh. But it will be a fun day too. :)

Happy Mother's Day To All The Moms! It Will Be A Nice Mother's Day ...But...

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sun, 08 May 2016 05:16:00 +0000

OH Deer!

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Thu, 05 May 2016 07:54:00 +0000

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I have to say this is a first for me. I've never seen deer on the beach. Three deer ran into the ocean when they became spooked by the people walking toward them. You can check out the rest of the story on the photo credit link provided above. Also, the second picture enlarges and its pretty neat seeing all of the deer running into the water. Obviously they can swim. Thankfully, the last one was able to get out of the riptide.

I have a lot of happy memories at the beach house and on that beach.

I can still see Iris and me frolicking in the water and hanging out on the beach. We did that ever since we were teenagers. And as adults. The last time I was on vacation there was with my own family, back in 2005. Like I said ...so many happy memories. :)

This picture is evoking so many memories and strong feelings.

Anyway, I (Iris) would get a kick out of this article. I can almost hear her laughing and excitedly talking about it.

:)

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 29 Apr 2016 04:10:00 +0000

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I'm afraid I can't treat you Mr Fisk. I have a conflict of interest.

SeaSpray Vs. Medical Billing Manager

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Thu, 21 Apr 2016 05:31:00 +0000

Is it me or do these look like kidneys? Gives new meaning to kidney punch. Just saying. ;)

SeaSpray won!

$509.00 kind of WON!!!

The check was in our mailbox today. I took a picture of it to remind me to keep my eyes on the goal, to stand my ground and persevere through adversity when necessary.

HA!

To be continued...

PS - Thank you God for giving me the ability and favor.

An Odd, Rambling Post Demonstrating My PFP (Proficiency For Procrastination)

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 16 Apr 2016 02:33:00 +0000

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What is the common denominator for emancipation, tax day, loss of loved one, procrastination, Elizabeth Taylor, a YUGE, hairy, muscular spider, makeup, 911, makeup, rhyming, fun housework, fur balls, Cruella De Vil, an arsonist, stick people, subs - best subs ever, Keurig coffee machines and PFP?

Read the following post and you will find out. Or ...if you know me you can cut to the chase and figure it out. :)

I'm in tax day hell. Well ...I haven't even started yet. This is because I am ~~still going~~ supposed to be going through receipts, records, etc., but I'm not. And I have been home many days. Of course this is predictable ..for decades now. It is what I do. Except this year is the absolute worst for my focusing on what I need to do. It's all pretty basic but I find myself doing everything and anything but working on the tax stuff.

I even missed being with my mom the last week she was alive because I was working on the taxes ...and then also got a bit nauseated ...every day. It was after I drank the cat water. I don't recall if I ever posted on that. It was funny, although not in the moment of realization. Anyway, the nausea was like when I was pregnant, but I wasn't. I could've gone tho, but just thought I would go the next day and so on. She died, unexpectedly later that week. She had been doing so much better that week before and when we saw her on Easter, I wasn't worried. Well aside from all the usual concern and sadness one feels as they see their elderly parent declining. I had actually felt encouraged by her being more alert and communicative during the week leading up to Easter. Sunday night will be the seven year anniversary of her death. I miss her so much. And I have guilt that I didn't go in to see her during the week days that last week. I missed 3 weeks in 6 months and the last was the week she died. It was what it was. I even had warnings ...really strong thoughts about my going to see her but I chalked it up to guilt. One happened when I walked passed a floral picture on the wall that she gave us. Another was when I was going through the paperwork I had from the local funeral home containing her obituary info and the forms for Mr. SeaSpray and me, that we still have to do. On that Monday night I was sitting at the kitchen table and I felt this foreboding feeling when I lifted up the funeral home envelope, which I again chalked up to guilt. Death wasn't anywhere on my radar, not even about Mom.

NOW, I know to pay attention to that feeling. *Sigh*

I don't know why I am thinking of these things again. Sure, I always miss her but this year I am really FEELING it. And not for tax time avoidance. I guess it is just how life is sometimes.

I am grateful that the actual tax day (when they are due) is not until Monday, April 18th. Too bad I heard that or I would've been done for today. But give me that inch and I'm going for the mile when it comes to procrastination.

I googled the 2016 Tax date just to verify the information. It is true. If tax day falls on the weekend you have until the following Monday. But the 15th this year is on a Friday. It turns out that April 15th in Washington D.C. celebrates Emancipation day. Interesting.

Two hours ago I decided to play with my new makeup. I almost did something I have never done before. But since I have all this paperwork to do, well ...it totally makes sense to put your makeup on like Cleopatra. I've always wanted to do that. Years ago, when I had bangs, some people told me I looked like Cleopatra. I took it as a compliment, but come to think of it ...she'd be really OLD now. Hmmm. I was going through an almost black hair color phase (Only because I suck at applying hair color quickly and I put a cap over it when not supposed to because it was heat reacting and left it on longer than supposed to. What could go wrong?) and that is how I got the nickname at work, for awhile. And at a wedding, the following summer, my friend's mom thought I looked like Elizabeth Taylor when she portrayed Cleopatra. I don't look like Elizabeth Taylor. Well maybe around the eyes and brows when wearing makeup. I should have lavender eyes ..wouldn't that be nice? Anyway, today, I got the idea to go for that extreme look ..for fun. But then I thought about taking it all off and so just opted to play with the new colors and products I got. After all ...a girl can't do her taxes without makeup on. Right?

And that is when I saw this really YUGE spider run by. No one was home to rescue me and so it was up to ME to catch this thing. Or look away. Of course it had to be the YUGE muscular, hairy kind of spider that I fear. Seriously, a snake could slither by and I would calmly say, "Oh look ...a snake," I would pick the snake up. (Well not if a Cobra or Rattle snake.) But one of these spiders and I am ready to sound the alarms and have a total lockdown, but we don't have that capability here. I thought about calling 911 ...but then figured they might not appreciate my call. Ha ha! "Hello-o-o ..911? Help! There is a YUGE, hairy, muscular spiderLOOSE in my house and I'm all alone. Help!" A SeaSpray can dream. ;) He ended up ...I'm being sexist. How do I know he isn't a she spider? Well ..he-she spider busted through my paper towels and made a lightening fast run for it to where I can't get he-she spider. Perish the thought that YUGE, hairy, muscular spider will run right across my feet ..or up my body while I am working on the taxes. Why that thought is enough to cause a SeaSpray to lose her concentration and NOT do the taxes until she feels safe again.

Hey...
on this day
and much to my dismay...
I hate to say...
I'm on my way...
not to play...
or go further astray...
but to jump into
the paperwork fray.

Yes, in my procrastination imagination I just know all the various receipts and other records of interest are crazy-animated, all just mixing it up with each other on the tables and in the baskets. Oh wait. I did that. Boy, it's a good thing that I am not an arsonist because the temptation would be too great. just saying.

And now, a SeaSpray has to do what a SeaSpray has to do.

P.S. After writing this, I decided to look at some pictures of Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra and have decided that I am going to go for that dramatic makeup look before the weekend is over. Of course I'm not in my 30s anymore and may end up looking like Cruella De Vil, the scary cartoon one. :)

P.P.S. Isn't it weird how cleaning the toilet, scrubbing the floor, scrubbing the tub and cleaning up cat fur balls suddenly looks like more fun than doing tax paperwork? Just an observation.

P.P.P.S. I also announced to family that there would be no cooking until I got my work done. It's a good thing I didn't say this at the beginning of the month or we'd all look like stick people by now. Thankfully, Mr SeaSpray picked up some subs from the best place ever. Mine is an eggplant, mozzarella, roasted red peppers with balsamic vinegar on semolina bread with seeds sub. I will thoroughly enjoy that sub. Of course then I might begin to feel tired and not so alert from all the carbs. but no worries because ...H-e-l-l-o-o-o you wonderful Keurig coffee machine. :)

So ...do I excel at PFP or what?

Give me an inch and I will take FIVE miles. ;)

Common denominator?

C'est moi! :)

* Here's the thing. With PFP ...you still always know you have to do what you don't want to do. It hangs over you, creating a low key misery of denial that takes up residence within until you once and for all just DO it. No worries. I will soon be on fire with being in the zone and nothing else will exist when I am. True.

Is their an ICD-10 code for PFP?

Just wondering. ;)

I Hope So

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Sat, 09 Apr 2016 06:02:00 +0000

Oh wait! As soon as the leaves come out ...we can just go out back and pick money from our amazing Money Tree. A SeaSpray can dream. Just saying. :)

Nothing warms my heart like hearing Mr SeaSpray's truck needs a new engine ...to the tune of five THOUSAND dollars. But hey ...the upside? Labor is included.

Last year, our wonderful mechanic of at least 2 decades had a heart attack and was found dead on the garage floor by his employee. :( We trusted him so much. And now it is hard for me to trust this new one. Maybe he is just fine. I hope so.

OMG! and Follow-Up

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 08 Apr 2016 16:48:00 +0000

Hunched over with left hand on left flank - Pain = 8! SERIOUSLY?!

01:02 -Update: No big deal. Oh it was at the time. Admittedly ...in the moment I was thinking kidney stone. It seemed to start like that but ended up like one major kidney spasm. The first time I had that was February 22, 2006. It was memorable for many reasons and it was a memorable two days. And I did have other ones while stented and not stented. Not a lot - but enough to have me get CT's and also ...I even went to a gastro doc. No one could ever tell me what they were. The worst was right after Mom died - the next month - May, 2009 because it felt like bilateral kidney spasms and across low back. And the first time I had that low back heaviness/awful ...awful sensation was just after a stent had been removed and I was having my first Mag III renal scan. I thought I'd pass out and was so glad someone was in the room with me and she put a cool cloth on my forehead.

Anyway ...I have been stent free for over 5 years now and believe I am healed in my right ureter because ...well ...FIVE years since my last stent. YAY. I did think I had a significant UTI but it all passed before I could get to the doctor. So, I am guessing it could not have been a UTI. And my left side wasn't bothering me. The problems were on the right. But I am good now. Double YAY. :)

Also this afternoon (Yesterday now) between 1:30 and 4:30 pm, I could NOT get warm. I put on really warm, cozy pajamas, turned up the heat and stayed under a quilt and just couldn't warm up. But no fever and certainly no shaking as in bad chills. I absolutely know ...100% know that I should call the urologist if that happened. I am talking the kind of chills to the bone that you literally shake, can't hold things or do anything and I know what that is and this wasn't that. But maybe I am just wrestling with a little bug or something. Except ...I feel fine.

Anyway - all is well. Well ...except for the predictable ...annual ...undercurrent of stress that I am now feeling because I know I have to do-the-TAXES.

It Must Be a Urology Office

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:24:00 +0000

This dog obviously stepped into a urology office.

Some years back I wrote that it is a prerequisite ...some law-of-the-universe ...kind of prerequisite that anyone who steps foot into a urology office will have to give a urine sample. It's just the way it is. It also explains why I have seen delivery guys just toss the mail and packages into the waiting room while doing a run-by.

Obviously they weren't taking any chances.

Just saying. ;)

Lunch Date - About That Stent

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 11 Mar 2016 20:55:00 +0000

"So SeaSpray ...when are you getting another stent so we can go out to lunch again?"

I enthusiastically stated, "You can go with me on KNEE INJECTION DAY! I will be doing that soon." :)

LOL!

She asked me this question the other day, after we had finished a lengthy conversation about other things? Too funny. She accompanied me on my last two renal scans. Having a good friend come along always turns the test day into a fun day, even if I do have to sport a foley catheter on the way to the hospital.

And about that stent.

March 17th will be my five year anniversary since the last ureteral stent was removed.

FIVE.

5 YEARS!!! :)

I'm Back! Hijacked!! Feeling Violated, Vulnerable and Uneasy

noreply@blogger.com (SeaSpray) — Fri, 11 Mar 2016 06:49:00 +0000

Boy was I shocked and upset when I decided to blog tonight, only to discover that my blog had been hijacked. It kept sending me to some website that would accept bids for this domain ...or something like that. They say your life flashes before you in an instant when you are about to die. Well ...my favorite blog posts were flashing before me at lightening speed. I felt sick about having lost my favorite posts. I used this blog during my journey through some of the most difficult times of my life. It was cathartic. Sometimes I used humor and other times I poured my heart out. I always said I would print the important posts.

I wrote about my past, my mother declining in health and dying, my best friend ill and dying, the whole urology journey with multiple stents, procedures and tests and resisting the high risk surgery. My theory for why the kidney spasms after a stent removal. (I was always going to add a part two to that but never did. Hmmm.) And who knew that urine could be so much fun to write about. ;) I'm just saying. :) The point is a lot of my heart and soul has gone into this blog. The Christmas posts and family. So many things would've been lost. And even if I remembered everything, it wouldn't be the same because I wouldn't be in the moment ...that moment I felt inspired.

I began blogging on November 13, 2006. I know I've slowed down quite a bit but have been getting ready to write some more. There are reasons for why I have been MIA in here. But, it's 01:30 and I want to get some sleep. I will come back tomorrow.

Oh ...now for some reason, I can't get a new browser to open up. I can't click on any of my screen icons to get into a new screen. I can open screens under a different user though. ??? So now I wonder if I have some kind of malware/virus in my system. Also, the computer seems to be running non stop and the fan is loud.

Thankfully my son was able to remove the code that took over my blog. We accessed it by signing into google and I was so relieved to see everything still there. He thinks I must've agreed to something online or clicked on a site that could activate the hijacking. I have no idea what could've happened. And actually, I haven't been in my blog, so I don't know why it happened now.

This is so disturbing and just wrong.

But, I am grateful that my son was able to fix it. So there is that to be happy about.

Also, the post in which I was writing about the "C" word (cop) was accidentally posted ...with errors and all. It was just a rough draft and I wasn't going to tell the whole story. I think it's funny. It is embarrassing, but long. So I was just going to tell the part from Dunkin' Donuts to home. So maybe I will just write one long post ...the corrected version. I'll see.

I have to say ...I feel violated, vulnerable and uneasy about this. Why do people have to be so malicious? And I wonder if they could've gotten my confidential banking and tax information? Is my blog safe now? I have such a complicated password that it will take effort to enter even while looking at it on paper. And I will change it often. This was just plain creepy. And malicious.

But ...focus on the good SeaSpray. Focus on the good.