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Let’s Go Get Happy

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How many of you are truly happy? Don’t really have any issues going on? Everything in your life is going as planned? I was watching this TV show tonight and the man who was in love with one woman  was going to marry the another  woman.

Yes, you get the idea. I was watching a pre-taped soap opera. I know, but give me a break. I have been watching this same show since I was in the 7th grade. It’s kind of hard to give up habits that make me drool and dream about what I wish was going on in my life.

Oh no, I didn’t mean I want to be involved with someone who doesn’t love me. I am talking about the fairy tale dream that I will live happily ever after with that hunk of a man who makes me melt when I see him enter the room.

When the hunk on the soap didn’t marry his love his daughter from another relationship made the comment that sort of hit home with me. His daughter said, ” Let’s go get ice-cream.” The dad replied back, ” Yes, let’s go, let’s go get happy.”

Is that all it takes to get  happy? Just one frivolous thought, a simple gesture like getting ice-cream? Of course, I could replace ice-cream with any word I want, but is it truly just a mind-set. A turn of the mind and everything is on its way to healing?

If this is true, then why don’t I toss my values out the window and go have some fun. Like getting in my car and going to get ice-cream.

ice cream wallpaper

 

Daily Prompt; Non Sequitur

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Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph:

“He tried to hit me with a forklift!”

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a NON SEQUITUR.

Art hated me. I was what you say, the teacher’s pet, but at work. I never missed work. I was never tardy once. I needed my paycheck to support my family. You see, I have six kids at home and a wife.

It isn’t easy feeding that big of family on 12.00 dollars an hour. And with the way the health care has gone down the poop shoot, I end up paying more but getting less in return. It seems like every time I turn around one of the little ones has the sniffles.

Well shoot, I can remember one winter my oldest daughter came home from school with the chicken pox. Can you believe it? She gave it to all the other kids. I think we owned some stock in the doctor by the time we finished with that ordeal.

We are a poor family but we are proud. It has never been an easy street. We got plenty of bumps and gravel that we have to jump over. But you know what? We got love. Yeah, plenty of love. My wife Marie? She and I decided before we got married that we were going to fill our house with lots of love and laughter, and we did a pretty good job, I can tell you that much.

Marie stays home and babysits. I know, right? She can just take care of so many kids, bless her heart. She is a good woman, my Marie. With me working and her helping out, it made us proud when we were able to hand that bank man a nice handful of money.

We bought the house we are living in right now. It needed some tender loving care. But who cares? It is ours and the payments each month are right where they are supposed to be in our budget.

Out back we got ourselves a big old garden. Why, between the kids and Marie and myself, we can live off that all winter long. My Mama weren’t no fool. She taught us kids the same thing. She always used to say, “Joseph, yeah, that’s my name. She would say Joseph, it don’t do you no harm in doing a little bit of work. Look how hard the Lord worked. He worked so hard he had to take a whole day off just to rest. Yeah, my Mama was a smart woman. She taught us well. I sure do miss her, but I know she’s looking down from heaven smiling on me.”

We own our own car too. It ain’t nothing pretty to look at. But its paid for, and that’s what really counts. Just an oil change every now and then and a good wash job makes Myrtle, our car, purr like a kitten.

So it upset me real bad. This one day at work. I was working hard. You see I work in one of those dirty foundries you hear of or read about. Gets me all black, so by the time my day is done, I have to use the company’s shower so I don’t track it all over our house. I think Marie would have my hide if she saw my footprints trampled everywhere. She’d probably hold my dinner from me.

Now Art, this guy at work, he thinks he is pretty special, but I think he is just a little whipper snapper with a big mouth. He ain’t very old I don’t think. Well I doubt if he is dry behind the ears yet.

Now he keeps doing this thing with the boss. Whenever the boss is around he shows himself. No, not naked like, but his being stupid. I guess we could name it “kissing ass.” I don’t think the boss cares for it much. Every time I look his way he is just a rolling his eyes at Art.

Well there was one time he was a showing off and the big boss comes by and he pretty much ignores Mr. Smarty Pants. He comes over to where I am working and ask me if I could do some extra work. You know, sort of fill in since there was a guy out sick.

I said,” Sure boss, no trouble at all.” The next darn thing I knew, that smart mouthed kid jumped up on the fork lift and tried to hit me with it. I kid you not. He tried to run me over with it.

The boss was standing outside his office and he saw the whole thing. Yep, you guessed it. He got in trouble. He got put on a probation thing. This means he don’t get paid and he was put off of work for a week. All I remember is when the boss got through talking to him, Art walked by me and flipped me off. He gave me that old bird signal with his middle finger.

I turned a way but underneath I was chuckling. I couldn’t help it. Mama always said mind your P’s and Q’s and keep your nose to the ground or you’re gonna get into some mighty hot water, and I guess he did.

Well I am glad I didn’t get hurt. I was paying attention I guess, doing a good day’s work for my pay check. Well folks, that’s the end of my story. I better get back to work before I’m the one in hot water. You all have a good night.

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The only reason I am posting right now when I have a ton of things to do is so I can go see the Hospice nurse with a smile instead of a bitchy mouth.

Yesterday was just too awesome. Alwas calm, no tears, not too many tremors. Why would I want to break the…

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I Am Bitching

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The only reason I am posting right now when I have a ton of things to do is so I can go see the Hospice nurse with a smile instead of a bitchy mouth.

Yesterday was just too awesome. Al was calm, no tears, not too many tremors. Why would I want to break the record?

Friday I needed medications from Hospice. I used to call the Triage nurse when I needed something, then Al’s Hospice nurse told me that I was getting her into trouble. I was to let her know personally when I needed meds. She even gave me her cell number which is a no-no with their staff. I guess it could cause an over-load of maybe non-emergency phone calls, and I get that.

So I called her last Friday morning. By late afternoon she hadn’t returned my call so I called the main office. I didn’t state why I needed to talk to the nurse because I didn’t want her to get in trouble. I also knew that at 5pm, the nurses do not answer their work phones. When that time of hour comes they are off the clock and on call nurses take over.

The office told me they would get a hold of her and have her call. I never got a call, not any part of the weekend. Now I am out of two very important medications. This is going to cause me grief and unneeded stress.

The office will call in an emergency supply at our local drug store here and then I will have to get out to get it, and it will be tomorrow when Al is not at Day Program so I am going to have to load him up in the car.

So this morning comes around. The shower girl calls and says she will be here at 9:30. At 10:05 when she is not here I call the office. The office says she will call the girl. I also mention that I have not heard from Al’s nurse. I also stated that I had left her a message along with the office leaving a message. I told her I usually hear from her by this time of morning. I was wondering if she knew Al was home. The office said she would call her.

Low and behold within five minutes the shower girl showed up at the door. Al was in tears. He was afraid he wasn’t going to get his shower. The girl had a trainee with her and they were laughing, but I was not.

I hate to see Al crying needlessly. It stresses me out. He has to get on the bus for day program at a specific time. The girl made a comment that she had car trouble and I said you could have called.

For me I have to make quick decisions. Although I am thrilled Al is home it doesn’t take much at all for my stress to return. Taking care of Al isn’t an easy job, especially alone. I  have to decide, is anyone actually coming? Do I need to  hurry and give him a shower myself? Should I call the bus company and cancel? Should I take him in myself after they arrive?

So I guess I was edgy. While  they are laughing I am almost in tears like Al. Then the nurse calls with a bright Good Morning. She ask me how I am and I say alright. I tell her I am stressed right now but I will calm down.

She ask why am I so stressed this time of day and I explain the shower deal. She proceeds to explain that they give a time frame but they can’t always be on the dot. Maybe they run into crisis with a patient before Al.

I said I totally understood and explained how it puts me in a situation of feeling like I don’t know which way to go and I explained the process of the bus situation and all that I said above.

She became silent and then I decided to talk to her in person about the phone call I didn’t receive last Friday. I am patient, I understand that Al is not their only patient. But we are talking about pain medications that can not be stopped abruptly. We are talking about how I am now going to have to load Al up in the car to go to the drug store to get just one to tide us over.

All Al’s medications paid by Hospice come via UPS or Fed Ex. So now I have said it all. I feel better. I can go in and smile, but I wish I could get these people to understand the caregiver and patients side also. Life doesn’t always flow around the staff.