Monday June 18, 2007 (2)
I had it all planned out today, starting with shave and shower, followed by an excursion to post office and supermarket, and then a day doing laundry.
One thing we don’t seem to have here is a decent post office, with parking. Preferably free parking or, at least, free with a disabled driver’s badge.
So, when I noticed a rural sub-post office in Wembdon the other day it looked as though our search was over. I got there this morning to find that I was mistaken. No parking. Double yellow lines on a bend in the road, so not even the disabled driver’s badge was any help. Hey ho.
Off to the Bridgwater town centre then, where it costs me, badge or not, 80p for parking. To cap it off it turned out that I’d underestimated the postage on my eBay packet and was 30p out of pocket on that, too. Ugh!
The supermarket went well. Some nice roast ham carved from the bone. We plan to have that with boiled potatoes and beans for our dinner tonight.
Then, home, and the laundry. That’s where the day really went wonky. My zippedy-doodah seems to have declared today a holiday and schlepping laundry around the house and garden was suddenly beyond me. Botheration.
Not an entire loss because Graham, bless him, pitched in, and has kept the machine ticking over all day. We’ll be up to date tomorrow.
I did however discover what the problem was with me today. I forgot to take my pills yesterday, and I forgot to take ‘em again this morning. Not a sensible thing to do. Not fatal, but not sensible. No wonder my zippedy-doodah declared a holiday. Not a lot of room for zippedy-doodah in a chubby elderly gentlemen when his system is sloshing about in several gallons of excess fluid.
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Kate & Jim // June 18, 2007 at 8:26 pm
Jim gets the same way too, John if he forgets to take his pills. Someone offered up some advice about setting an alarm, it works great! Set for the a.m. and also for the p.m. doses. No more forgetting.
marty // June 18, 2007 at 9:59 pm
Kate & Jim, during the heighth of the AIDS epidemic you could hear the alarms going off all over the city. Supermarkts, walking down the streets, all over. When I had to take timed pills I used a timer too. Worked a treat.
Now the “cocktail” has been invented so the timers aren’t as prevelant.
Lena // June 18, 2007 at 10:15 pm
I’m so glad you’ve got your zippedy-doodah back and that you discovered it was a simple fix. The alarm is an excellent idea. I’m going to have Ole use that.
Jim // June 18, 2007 at 10:40 pm
I’m mostly taking plain old vitamins so it doesn’t matter when (or even if) I take them. (Yes, I know there are those who say that taking vitamins is an example of faith-based medicine and that all I’m gaining by buying them is more expensive urine, but I claim that the psychological boost is worth the small amount I’m spending on non-brand name pills.)
The pill I do need to remember to take is my Toprol XL (blood pressure) which I usually take shortly after eating breakfast. (My doctor prefers that I take it in the morning.) The “usually” is because sometimes — on weekends — I get busy with stuff (like running off to the supermarket or something) and then realize that I never got around to taking it and so it becomes a post-lunch pill instead of a post-breakfast pill. (And there was one Saturday when I didn’t remember to take it until evening.)
Bonnie // June 18, 2007 at 10:47 pm
Well now I am taking my pills so where the heck is my zippedty do dah?
louphoria // June 18, 2007 at 11:57 pm
botheration! thanks for reminding me of that one
Jas // June 19, 2007 at 5:22 am
Again, not fatal, but if the wife and I forget to take our allergy medicines, especially now with all the cottonwood in the air, we’re both miserable the next day with sneezing and draining and, in my case, itching. Thankfully that can all be done at once, at bedtime, or I’m sure I’d never remember.
Jim in Vegas // June 19, 2007 at 11:32 am
Aarg, we had a quite similar day yesterday, John. I started mine with a trip to the Post Office too. I got the last handicap spot and then entered the packed office. They thoughtfully provide a window for handicapped people. Unfortunately it’s always closed. Just one of the many cruel jokes the US government likes to play. I held up my duplicate handicap permit and asked the nearest clerk what I should do, and the surly bitch said, “I don’t know, hang around and maybe someone will help you.”
A second later another clerk emerged from the back, where they all disappear after each customer they serve, and I just walked up to her station. The small package of baby gifts to a new mother, who is the daughter of a friend of ours in New York, cost a whopping 15 bucks to send, about double what I expected.
To top off the day, I forgot to take my Myasthenia Gravis medicine, which explained why I was prematurely exhausted an hour later. At least I remembered to take my other 14 medications on time.
Mage // June 19, 2007 at 2:56 pm
Oh, I do so understand. I have a mountain of pills for the morning and an eveing collection of sprays. I finally gave in and put them in a drawer right next to my side of the bed. Since I sit cross legged on the bed with my coffee in the mornings, that drawer faces me and I am reminded. Now, going on trips is a different matter.
Edward McCain // June 19, 2007 at 9:24 pm
Hello John
I’ve a new addition to my family
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1427/570452724_eb86c80738.jpg?v=0
The wife named her Tracey Danielle, which I shortened to “Princess”
June 18th @ 12.09pm CST, 8lbs and 19.5 inches for those that care about that kind of stuff.
I was just concerned that she had the right number of appendages
oldgreypoet // June 19, 2007 at 10:37 pm
Whir hey! Congratulations, Ed, and welcome to the world, Tracey Danielle!
Denver doug // June 25, 2007 at 8:37 am
I have no trouble taking my “water pills”, except they sit in a small ramikin on the table until I get home from running errands. Not enough bushes to accomodate an old man on water pills.
In my daily dosage I have three pills that are to be taken on an empty stomach. They are fit into my nightly expeditions to the throne room. Get up, take a pill and go, next time the same, and the next time also.
Denver doug // June 25, 2007 at 8:38 am
Hey John, is that a C3150 HP ? ? ? ?
oldgreypoet // June 25, 2007 at 8:52 am
Close, Doug. It’s a C3180…
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