Severe vertigo and landed on my table crushing it (cheap Walmart). Hurt my hip and arm. Passed out and woke up on the table. 2nd night in hospital and running tons of tests.
Tessa
Hard to believe it has been 7 years,
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
My income is so low that I qualify for the local food pantries. I wish they let us pick what we want, but free food is good. What we don’t want or like we share with each other. We have a community table downstairs and everyone can give or take what they want from it. What is in my pantry containers that I don’t like I can almost replace with the things the others don’t like or want.
Not all food pantries are the same. Years ago where I used to live I went to the one for my area and had to stop. The food was all well past the expiration date and the cans were rusty and dented. I was afraid to eat the stuff. Thankfully I wasn’t that bad off that I needed that food to live on. It was a church and it surprised me that they would give that stuff out.
Not all areas have food pantries, but if you have them and are low income check them out. They check your income and identity. They used to just give out bags of food if you showed up. Things have changed.
I understand that soon we will be getting vouchers for fresh fruit and vegetables from a local farmer. This place is well-known for its produce. Hopefully my age will allow me to be eligible. My neighbor thinks so.
My cabinets are super tall and I can barely reach the lowest ones. I have to use a stool and only the first step to try and store this stuff. I am afraid of the second step.
Off to put the rest away.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
This morning I went to the food pantry. I qualify and this one at least the food is fresh, not outdated and not rusty and dented.
So for the first time I drug out the pots and pans and made spaghetti. Eventually I will get back to cooking my own sauce, but this one was unseasoned so I had to add seasonings to it and it was actually quite good. There is of course, left overs.
Next on my to do list is to see if I qualify at a decent rate for a single meal in the afternoon which would at least give me at least one complete meal especially since I hate cooking. It is based on income so it may or may not be worth it, but will wait to see what they say. One girl gets 5 meals a week for $30 a month. That is about $1.25 per complete meal with beverages and desserts I believe and I pay a dollar or more for a tiny frozen meal.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Well here in America it is a red octagonal sign that says stop on it and means stop, cease, desist. Well it is supposed to. Nowadays it means speed up and beat out the car in the right of way lane. Oh yeah and you are just checking to see if your brakes will work at the last minute. What the hell. I almost got t-boned as they call it around here as the car with the stop sign realized at the last minute he wasn’t going to make it out in front of me. I had the damn right of way. Freaking moron (being polite here).
Now the cops are too busy monitoring constructions sites that are everywhere or taking coffee breaks in groups in some parking lot or another. America is out of control.
I just had an accident less than 2 months ago and unfortunately that was my fault and I am not completely sure what happened. I can’t even find the spot. I really hate driving.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Life here is constantly changing and partly due to the loss of so much life on a constant basis. Your neighbors come and go constantly. Kind of unnerving at times. The quiet can get to me at times. No tv since I can’t afford cable. I do have Netflix which helps, but miss a lot of my old shows. At least I do have a stereo that takes tapes and DVD’s besides a radio tuner.
The only reason I am on here is that I have what they call a hot spot on my iPhone that comes with my unlimited (hah) data. Verizon is just as sucky and lies like the rest of them. Haven’t hit my limit yet where they will slow down my data.
Still trying to downsize. I have so much stuff and some still at dad’s. Need more room here first. Always said I was a hoarder and now it is coming back to bite me. I can’t ignore it here. There are inspections. Including fire inspections. No extension cords, surge protectors only. My biggest challenge is the flat surfaces and not putting things away, just putting them down. Oh and the daily haul of trash to the chute, this floor and the recycles all the way down to the lobby where the only laundry is. 4 washers and 4 dryers (for 100 apartments).
Working on my budget. Part envelope with cash and computer for all the auto-pay stuff, plus my drs are paid out of the account.
My pain is a little better. Not gone, but not constant horrendous pain so that is an improvement.
I just cleaned everything out of my bathroom again for this so-called remodel. The guys came back and fixed their shoddy job sort of so this is probably for nothing and my daughter worked hard putting everything in a place. It is all in a storage tub now. I did take pictures as someone suggested to me to help me put it back.
So sorry I haven’t had time to read any blogs lately, well not many anyhow.
Later all!
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
The view around here, remember it is a senior high rise is wheelchairs, electric scooters, old lady shopping carts (that is what we called them but you need one here), and many types of walkers and canes.
The ambulance is here at least once daily most days and some days more. Not all come back.
Today I took a neighbor who needed a ride into town. It is sort of an unwritten rule that those that drive take those that can’t.We have one lady here who is 102. Don’t know if any older or not. I was the driver when my ex was in the Marines. All the wives were stuck without cars and I had ours at the time and then eventually we got another one since we were both working.
My pain is in remission today. I am so happy.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
