Thursday, August 20, 2015

Baffled Bewildered and Befuddled



The other day a girl from the lung doctor called and wanted to set up my appointment. Since I'm an experienced appointment attender, I didn't question the motive. Not to her, but I did talk it over with myself. as to why they would need to see me a year later. I was there about a year ago with a lung problem, but I am okay now. I was told to come in about ten minutes early to fill out paper work. No problem, I'm experienced in that field as well. I got all gussied up and arrived in plenty of time to fill out papers. I gave her my insurances cards and a copy of the medicine, she copied them, and told me to take a seat and wait.
She didn't mention paper work so I didn't mention it either. 
Finally a girl came out and led me to the room after she weighed me, and by the way I weighed my purse as well and it weighed 3 lbs 4 ozs. I thought I may as well get my moneys worth while there. Then she led me to the little room and took my blood pressure. It was extra high for some reason. 
When the Doctor comes in she wants to know what is happening with me. I told her nothing was wrong and I'm feeling fine. Then she asked why I made the appointment.  I told her someone from her office had called and set up the appointment. She decided it was a computer glitch, and it happens sometimes. 
So she dismissed me and I came home. I think it sounds more like an untrained employee, but what do I know. I just do as they say.  

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Patience With Portal Patient

These electronic times are so frustrating at times. I have an 8 AM medical appointment in the morning. When the appointment was made I was told to go online and fill out my medical history with Portal Patient. The medical field has developed it so they can save a bunch of paper work.  I had no problem locating the place and filling out the information. It took about an hour because I have a lot of history. Have I had measles, what year? 1941(?). It asked about each childhood ailment. I've had them all because they didn't have the immunizations for anything in my youth. I had Mumps, Measles, Chickenpox, Whooping Cough plus the Flu and Pneumonia numerous times. No wonder I'm so tough. Then it went into the surgeries. How can you remember what all you had done, much less the year. Anyway it took about an hour to finish it. When I sent it, a message  came on that said there was a conflict in the data base, and my information had been terminated. Grrrrr but I thought it was just a computer glitch of some kind so I went through it again and the same thing happened at the end. So I decided to forget it and explain it to them when I go in. Today I got the reminder call and with it was a message that in the event I didn't fill out the medical history online, I would need to come in an hour and a half early so I could fill it out and also my appointment may be rescheduled. That meant I would need to go in at 6:30 instead of 8. ha ha ha ha. So I called and asked if they  are open at 6:30. I told her what happened and she typed my info into her handy dandy little computer and told me that my information came through just fine. WHEW!!!
It's  enough to make you develop more medical problems. 

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Ring Ring Ring



I am putting together a phone menu for my phone.
RING RING RING
I am unavailable to come to the phone or I can't find the phone. I don't have any money, I'm too young to vote, I don't want to take a trip, my bank card is fine, my computer is working great, I don't do surveys, you are not my grandson.
Don't press anything just leave a message.
Press OFF if you are a Telemarketer ,Scammer, or Politician or any of the above.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

Hodgepodge of Pictures

Just a few old pictures. No rhyme or reason.


The Lockwood family
 Letha, Cecil, Ray, Lorrene, Bennie, Hollis, Gene, Carol, Dennis.
The last time we were all together.

Grandma Potter and me 1945
Bud, my husband in our early years.
He always had a newspaper in his face.



Lorrene, Marge and Leonard.
(my sis and bro in law)


Gene, my brother and all the grandkids he could pack in there, 



Glen, Bud, Wayne and Mary,
My husbands siblings. 


My great grand in the middle and her friends.



Emily and her niece, Shelby
My grand and great grand.


Gene (Carol in back) Ray
My siblings


Bud Lemaster
WW11

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Strange Memory

When you reach my age which is older than the average bear, you begin to forget recent things, but sometimes a memory of something that happened in your youth comes floating in clear as a bell. Such as the following. 

One of the  most memorable thing I remember was one morning when I woke up and went downstairs. Mom and Daddy had a bed in the living room at that time. I saw a baby lying on the bed by Mom. I asked, “Where did you find this baby?” She said, “This baby is your new sister and the doctor brought her to us”. I asked, “Where did the doctor get the baby from?” She said, “I don’t know, he just had her in a suitcase”. Until I received my, birds and bees education, I thought babies came in suitcases. My birds and bees education was exactly that. One time I asked, “Why does the fly sit on top of the other fly.” My older brother who already knew everything said, “Cause, they are doin it.” “Doin what?” I asked. Mom overheard the conversation and said, “Now you shut up talking that way, the flies are just playing.”  I was about 15. ha ha

I never remember anything very important. 


Monday, April 27, 2015

The Beginning Roots

 My Grandpa, Jasper Lockwood built this house in 1900 for his family of six.
 My Dad was born here in 1900. We lived here when I was a kid.

Then I grew up and got married, but not in that order.

We had a family of three.

They had families shown below. 
Deena
Trent
He lost his life at 12.
Cora

All six Granddaughters


Laura, Emily, Molly, Katie

 



Now the Great Grand kids.

Anthony (AJ)

Tylor (the real "cool age")

Dylan

Chloe

Leah and Chloe


Shelby

Great granddaughters



Great Grandma with the Greats

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The Corrupt Years



Is this decade going to be known as ‘The Corrupt Years’ or is it going to continue to be even more corrupt.  Identify theft, if someone gets your Social Security number and other personal information, they can ruin your credit history in a very short while. It sometimes takes months or longer to straighten it out.

If a package is left by your front door, it very likely will be stolen if left there very long.

You can’t warm your car up in your driveway unless you lock it.

I even had my handicap plaque stolen out of my car twice. Think of how many are using plaques that are stolen. I make double sure I lock my car doors now.

Even if you leave your house locked when you leave, you may return to find someone has broken a window to get in, and stolen whatever they wanted. Shoplifting is another big one.  

Now the scariest one of all is the bank hackers that stole a billion dollars from banks. The article in the paper said it may still affect the consumers.  How can it get much worse? 

Friday, February 13, 2015

Cranky Old Man



When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .




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