I found out this morning that I am a grandmother. His name is Luke. Pictures haven't arrived yet. When they do I'll have to get some up to my mother.
Someone or something set the sprinklers off last night about 10pm.
As we all headed back in after the alarm was cleared I felt weird. My left leg hurt along the inside and I thought I was going to fall. I asked another vet who I went through a homeless program with to help and make sure I got to my place. As we waited at the elevator she started talking to someone behind me. Then I heard her voice moving away. I got back to my apartment and managed the bed and felt my pulse. Two heavy beats, pause, two heavy, pause, etc. I was thinking of picking up the phone but I passed out. Obviously I'm still here but I feel like crap. Dr appointment in 2 weeks.
Walking is out for exercise.
My left calf is two inches bigger around than my right and it hurts to put my heel on the floor.
I wish they had a pool here. The closest one charges $400 for a three month membership. It's in a therapeutic health club.
Went about a mile and a half on my bicycle. Still don't have my strength back. As soon as I tried to take on the Tillicum Crossing Bridge my legs gave out.
Prowl car checked me out in my reflector vest.
The ride didn't help me sleep when I got home but now my legs ache. Sheesh!
and it's all filled out and ready to drop off. Long night of insomnia so it may not happen today since I'm getting sleepy now at 5am.
When I see the publicity of all these famous people who are younger than me being found dead it reminds me of my own mortality. People I went to high school with are dead!
On the other hand mom is still breathing at 93. That and eating and having someone change her and having someone remind her who her relatives are and what day it is.
There are two sides to being mortal.
I am going!
It doesn't look like I'll have a job to go to instead so WTF.
I like trains and can't think of a better place to be with a camera or two.
I think I'll go back and forth between Union Station and the engine house across the street from OMSI. Easy to do on the Yellow/Orange line.
Maybe catch OPR at the MAX diamonds (<-- Train talk. Makes me feel ejumicated).
Yes, I still exist.
I quit Lowe's as I indicated that I might. I left in September. I've been unemployed since.
My health has not been great. I am having drug reaction issues for the first time in my life. I was pretty sick until I quit one drug and without it there are other new issues to fight. My feet and ankles are swelling up to the point that it is on the verge of painful. I'm turning into an old lady before my time! AAAAuhg!
My rent is covered so far by a VASH voucher and I get SNAP so I am surviving but it can get tight. There are plenty of food banks if the SNAP runs out before it renews.
I keep meaning to go get some pictures and/or video of the Oregon Pacific Railroad line nearby Many Portlanders don't even know about it but they may now that it crosses the new MAX Orange line at a pair of diamonds right at the railroad museum. I'd love to get a vid of the OPR waiting at the crossing for the MAX.
All for now
It has been a year and a half since I went to work at Lowe's Home improvement. I spent a year as Commercial Loader helping customers load lumber and related product at the lumber loading zone. I loved it! Stayed at it longer than I should have. It lasted until I hurt my rotator cuff and ended up with tennis elbow along with it. I spent the last few months on "Light Duty" which primarily consists of sitting at the entrance greeting customers coming in and asking people not to exit there.
It amazes my how many lives I have apparently ruined by asking people to walk around to the other side of the customer service counter to use the exit door. All the cursing and name calling!
I finally got cleared to go back to loading when my diabetic neuropathy struck a dirty blow. I was on the last week of greeter duty when I developed a horrible wound on the bottom of my left foot.
I can't take the verbal and, yes, physical abuse as greeter much longer now that I have no end in sight.
My doctor has arranged for me to pick up a scooter that I kneel on and kick along with my better foot.
Thank goodness for my veteran status. I have spent so much time at the V.A. Women's Clinic and in the Portland V.A. Hospital in the last few months I would never have been able to pay the bills.
June 2017 is my 60th birthday. Where did the time go?
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