It's Off To Work We Go

        During a lifetime we can spend thousands of hours at work.  For most folks work is a necessity, for some it is just something to do to just keep busy.   Most of our jobs involve working for a boss or a manager and that can be a real struggle, especially if the boss is unreasonable and hard to get along with.
          I have had numerous jobs and bosses over the years.  I have worked on the editorial staffs of the Lititz Record Express, the Sunbury Daily Item, the Lancaster Sunday News, Books In Print and have worked in public relations.  I have delivered medical goods, cut lawns, kept score for numerous athletic events, worked as a salesman in a food stand, set up tents and dug graves.  I have taught school in grades 6 through college as well as GED classes and SAT prep classes.  I have written test questions for a variety of standardized tests and have served as a consultant for a textbook company. I have prepared software packages to train foreign teachers.  I have coached, officiated, and advised. I was also a very unsuccessful World Book salesman.
          With the exception of digging graves and trying to sell World Books, I can say that I actually enjoyed all of my jobs.  I am one of the very few who spent 39 years in the same school district and can say that I really enjoyed almost all of that time.
          Now most workers can't wait for retirement.  Many really don't like their jobs and can't wait until they can do something different.  Some days they may even feel like they are a prisoner. If you are in that situation, you might want to think about the following comparisons ... work vs. prison.

IN PRISON ... you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell. 
AT WORK ... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.

IN PRISON ... you get three meals a day. 
AT WORK ... you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.

IN PRISON ... you get time off for good behavior. 
AT WORK ... you get more work for good behavior.

IN PRISON ... the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you. 
AT WORK ... you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.

IN PRISON ... you can watch TV and play games. 
AT WORK ... you get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON ... they allow your family and friends to visit. 
AT WORK ... you can't even speak to your family.

IN PRISON ... all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required. 
AT WORK ... you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN PRISON ... you must deal with sadistic wardens. 
AT WORK ... they are called managers.

So which is your choice?

  

There Is An Explanation

          One of the things that most of us face as we grow older is the frustration of trying to recall simple things like names, dates and such important items.  Not only is it often inconvenient and at times even embarrassing, but it makes us worry that it is the beginning of something much more serious, such as dementia.
         All of us have seen those who have suffered very serious memory problems and it is so very sad.  None of us ever want to experience a life where we don't recognize our loved ones anymore or remember anything about the lives we have lived.  But it does happen to too many.
          But recently a friend of mine sent me an e-mail with some very encouraging information for those of us who experience these "senior moments".  I thought I should share it with my friends who are joining me with these happenings as well as those who probably soon will.
           Did you know.......
*   Brains of older people are slow because they know so much.  
*   People do not decline mentally with age, it just takes them longer to recall facts because they have more information in their brains, scientists believe. 
*   Much like a computer struggles as the hard drive gets full up, so to do humans take longer to access information, it has been suggested.
*   Researchers say this slowing down it is not the same as cognitive decline.  
*   The human brain works slower in old age, said Dr. Michael Ramscar, but only because we have stored more information over time.  The brains of older people do not get weak. On the contrary, they simply know more.
*   Also, older people often go to another room to get something and when they get there, they stand there wondering what they came for.  It is NOT a memory problem, it is nature's way of making older people do more exercise.

SO THERE!     I have more friends that I should send this too, but right now I can't remember their names.

Meet the Nurse

If you are up to it, here is one more blog about my medical experiences.  I guess that is all your life is about when you reach my age.  Hopefully that may change and I'll soon be blogging about something else.
          Anyway, I was scheduled for my regular three month diabetes checkup with my family doctor.  I am very careful about keeping these appointments and I carry a notebook with all my medical information including test results, appointment notes, medicine lists, etc.  And so I was rather surprised when I received a telephone call telling me that I should come in earlier to spend about 30 minutes with the new Medicare Wellness Nurse.
         Now I never knew there was such a person and I had no idea why she needed to see me.  I see my doctor regularly and I check their portal to make sure all of their records are correct.  As it turns out, this is a new position that is now required my Medicare and Obama Care.  I guess there must be a reason this is needed, but I don't know what it is.
          So I kept my appointment.  She was supposed to take my blood pressure and weigh me which was done by my doctor's nurse about 30 minutes later.  Then she wanted to know about which meds I was taking.  Incidentally, all of this was already available on their portal which both my doctor and his nurse checked later.  
          I was asked to name all the specialists that I had seen in the past year.  Now some of that was new because, unfortunately, their portal only includes reports from doctors in their network.  And most of my doctors are not in their network, so I guess at some level that information might have been of valuable.  But since they aren't in the same network, their reports still won't be there unless the specialists sent a written report.  It is interesting that on my wife's portal many of her blood tests and the fact that she has a pacemaker aren't listed because those doctors weren't in the same network.  Now I like the idea of the portals but since there are so many different ones, what good does it do for your family doctor.  You think Medicare and Obama Care might have thought about that problem.  But then who expects them to come up with something that makes sense
The next part of my visit was answering a series of Medicare questions.  Have I fallen?  Do I exercise?  Do I eat a balanced diet?  Do I eat junk food?  Do I have trouble walking?  Can I do steps?  Do we have handicap bars in our house?  Do we have throw rugs?  Is our home safe?  Have I felt depressed in the last month? Do I have trouble hearing?  Do I turn the television louder than normal?  If I had been a woman I would have been asked if I experience any incontinence, but for some reason they don't ask men that question.  Maybe they feel it is too embarrassing for a female nurse to ask a man that question.  I don't know.  While answering the questions I couldn't help but think that it would be easy to give a wrong answer.  Do I ever eat junk food?  Hmm.
But the visit wasn't over.  I had two tests to go.  For the first one I was asked to get out of my chair, walk outside the room to where the nurse had moved, touch her hand, then return to my seat.  I was timed doing this.
          For the final test I was to answer a number of questions.  I was told that this would start by being asked to repeat three words, then answer questions and then repeat three words.  I repeated the three words correctly - my new hearing aids worked!  Then I was asked what year it was, what month it was and what day of the week it was.  Now I new those answers but if I didn't, there was a calendar on the wall right in front of me and  I could have easily gotten the answers from that.  Then I was asked to repeat the three words once again.  That I wasn't expecting since I thought repeating the words was a hearing test and not a memory test.  I was expecting new words to repeat, maybe at different volumes.  But I was in trouble.  I hadn't even thought about memorizing those stupid three words.  I lucked out on remembering two of the three, but I had the third one wrong.  So I am in trouble - Medicare now has me on the way to dementia.  Maybe they are correct.  Actually I'd like to forget about the entire experience.
          So I've met the new Medicare Wellness Nurse and I failed.  I guess there must be a reason for this new position.  Maybe it's to take the pressure off the doctor and his nurse who could and have done most of the same things in the past..  Maybe it is to catch important changes in people.  I don't know, but I do know it cost my family practice another employee and another office.  I hope it is worth the additional expense.  But then what does it matter.  It can just add to the national debt and make Medicare go bankrupt a few years sooner.

Birthday X

        It was just a "few" years, let's say X years ago, that I experienced a very special event.  In the old Sunbury Community Hospital I first saw the light of day and with my parents I celebrated my actual birthday.  I don't know where X years have actually gone, but today I celebrate the Xth anniversary of that event.
And while there is nothing really special about X, it is the product of two prime numbers, even though I am no longer considered to be in my prime.  It also has four factors whose sum is 114.  And while it, as well as me, are not prime, the sum of its digits happens to be prime as does the difference in its digits.  So maybe there is still some hope for this old man.
      Now if you haven't figured it out yet, here is the value of X.  In binary code it is 1,001,010!   So I'm actually over a million, in base two that is.  That is better than base three where I am just 2,202 years old.   And some days I do feel like I am over a thousand - but maybe not a million - years old.
Now if that isn't frightening enough, hurricanes and typhoons need to have winds in excess of X miles per hour to be officially classified as a hurricane or a typhoon.  I've never been able to walk even close to that speed, even with my handy companion cane.  But driving a car is a little different.
Just like me, X is not very significant in this world.  It is the atomic number of tungsten!  It is the number of a freeway from Iowa to Ohio.  In Chicago it is the number of the bus which runs from Lincoln Park to Belmont Crazen, where ever that might be.  It is the number that was worn by Edwar Cabrera with the Colorado Rockies baseball team.  And X is the number worn by Hall of Famer Bruce Matthews when he played football on the Oilers.  And I also read that X is used in the Bible two times, but I haven't had time to try to find where that might be.  Probably Psalm 119 is one of those two.   Now I'm sure all of these facts impress you - not!
But this insignificant birthday is just another day in my life - actually day 27,028.  We never do anything special for our birthdays.  They just come and go, and, Lord willing, today will do the same.
But I do thank the Lord for being with me all of these years.  On June 12 I will celebrate my 70th spiritual birthday and that is special.  At times I am amazed that God has given me all these years to serve Him here on earth.  I think of so many of my friends who weren't given that many years here on earth and I can't help but wonder why.  But God has been so good to me and my response for these years is to continue to serve Him, however I can, in the days that I still have here.  
          So, on to day 27,029 and year X+1!

Medical Fun or April Fool?

          After a stressful winter we were really looking forward to a few days of vacation.  We made arrangements to go to our favorite hotel in Ocean City, Maryland, where we would sit on our balcony for a few days and just watch the waves roll in and out.  That for us is a very relaxing experience.  Our luggage and our car were packed so that as soon as we were done with our weekly Sunday responsibilities at church we could take off and head straight for the shore.
          Then at about 3 am plans suddenly changed.  My wife woke up with terrible chills and shakes.  It took several hours for her to stop shaking.  Her temperature was in the 100 range and she felt cold and miserable.  I canceled our reservations only to find that we would now be charged for a day's fees.  After four calls I finally found a person who was willing to waive these fees because we had stayed there often before.
         My wife did not get any better as the day went on, although her fever did not go higher.  Because she continued to shake so badly, I finally called the doctor from our practice who was on call.   Doctor A did not know my wife and suggested that we either go to the emergency room or wait and come for an office visit on Monday morning.  My wife chose the Monday visit.
         So on Monday morning we saw Doctor B, her regular doctor.  He ran some tests and felt something might be wrong in her abdomen, so he ordered urine tests, blood tests and a catscan.  He was unable to give her anything for her fever and shakes except for more tylenol.  That afternoon the tests results were back and he reported that they were fine except for a few unusual blood tests results.  She did have kidney stones and a gall bladder stone but they weren't causing the problem.
         The shakes, the fever and the night sweats continued ond on Tuesday afternoon she was seen by Doctor C.  He, too, didn't know what the problem was so he ordered a chest x-ray to be sure that she didn't have pneumonia.  As we expected, that too was clear and the shakes and fever went on.
         Then I recontacted Doctor B and asked about the blood test problems.  He reconsidered and said that it could be something involving her gall bladder or something else in her abdomen, so he recommended contacting her gastro specialist, Doctor D.  But since Doctor D is now in administration and only in one day a week, he said that he could see her in a week but thought that she should be seen sooner.  His nurse set up an appointment with Doctor E on Thursday afternoon.  After meeting with him, Doctor E recommended that she go right to LGH and be admitted to have more tests done.  There she met Doctor F who listened and didn't feel that she needed these additional scans but he ordered more blood tests.  And now the night sweats were getting worse.
         We also found out that when there isn't a specific diagnosis, a patient must be entered for observation and not be fully admitted to the hospital for 24-48 hours.  That means that Medicare A won't pay the hospital bills.  Medicare B will pay some of the costs but with numerous co-pays and they won't pay for any meds that are given during that time.  So we have no idea what our final bill will be.
        Anyway, back to the ill patient.  The next morning she met Doctor G who told her that she looked good and might be sent home.  He didn't really even ask how she felt or give her the blood test results. That really upset her. He did order another chest x-ray which was again negative.  So all day on Friday all she did was lay in bed - without even an IV.  Hardly anybody even came in to check on her and nothing was reported about her test results.  It was like they forgot all about her.  Around supper time an infectious disease doctor, Doctor  H, came and asked the same questions once again.  He ordered more tests.  The nurse then came and said she was being kept for a second night.
         On Saturday morning she met another infectious disease doctor, Doctor I, who did tell her about some of her test results and said that they think it might be a viral infection.  A few minutes later Doctor J showed up.  He at least sat down on the bed and talked to both of us.  He admitted that the tests showed that she had a definite infection but they didn't know what it was.  The shakes had now disappeared but the low grade temp and the bad night sweats continued.  However, he felt that she should go home.  And that afternoon she did.
          On Monday morning her test results finally showed up on the LGH portal.  I printed them out and was very concerned about two of them in particular, especially one that was really out of whack and could indicate an infection of her heart valve.  So we went to see my family doctor, Doctor K.  Are you counting?  He went over all the results with us and was also concerned about the one test result.  So he ordered an echocardiogram and, praise the Lord, we were able to get it done within an hour.  That was amazing.  And that afternoon he called us to tell us that the test was also normal.  He thinks the spikes in her test results will soon return to normal and they will do more tests in a few weeks to be sure.  He also now thinks that it might be a wicked viral infection and with her normally weak immune system it has thrown her for a loop.
          As I write this, the fevers have finally moderated, the shakes and chills are gone, but the night sweats continue and now she has a cough. And, as has been the case all week, all she is taking is tylenol. This afternoon she will keep her appointment with her gastro specialist, Doctor D.  And he is her favorite doctor and will certainly evaluate everything carefully.
          So will she be billed by all eleven doctors who have seen her?  Probably. Will we get hit by a large bill for her 48 hours of  "observation" time in the hospital?  Probably, but we still don't really know what might be covered.   Will she be billed excessive costs for meds that were administered, even though she had her own which they wouldn't allow her to use?   Definitely.
         But will she get better?  Hopefully and I believe she is now on her way to that.  And that is really the only thing that is important.  But it has been quite an experience.  And, unfortunately, it is not an April Fool's Day joke.   I wish that it were, because I have just been too busy this year to come up with my annual prank - the end of a fun tradition.

        

The Long Nights

          Have you ever gone sleepless through the night caring for a sick child or sick spouse?  You just can't sleep.  You wait to hear them moan, or whimper, or even move.  And you pray.  You might sit with them while their body is racked with fever.  You pray and pray some more.   And you think that the morning will never come.  And for some reason those night hours just pass so slowly. And you pray. You just long for the daylight and any signs of improvement.
          Many were the nights that this was our experience with our boys when they were growing up.  Before they even went to school they would suddenly break out with high fevers.  And you felt so helpless and alone, especially at night.
          But those experiences happen as well when a spouse becomes ill.  And recently I have had a number of those nights once again.  And it is scary and stressful.  However, unlike when our kids were small, we now have Christian radio and sometimes that is a help during those times.  I've heard all the programs recently.
          Now I know that the Lord is with me in those times. I know He has promised to never leave me or forsake me.  And He never has. At times I have wished that He were there with me physically during those hours. And I know that I am to cast all my cares upon Him.  I know that He is the great Physician and nothing is too hard for Him.  And yet, even knowing all of this, I must admit that at times I wonder if He does hear me.  But He does.  And I wonder why He doesn't answer my urgent prayers quickly.  But, in His time, He does.  I know He promises peace and that He never gives us more than we can bear.  But at times like this, sometimes I admit that I have trouble experiencing that head knowledge.  And I must remember to look back and remember how He has taken care of me in those similar situations in the past.  And eventually the morning does come.
           Am I alone with these feelings in such times?  I think not.  Even David experienced these feelings in difficult situations and you can see that in his Psalms.  Often He wondered if the Lord has abandoned Him.  He wondered why God appeared to allow His enemies to prosper and not be punished.  But He always returned to the truth that God had not left Him and that God had a plan for Him.  And so, if you, like me, do have those feelings at times, realize that even a man like David had the same experiences.  But despite our feelings, God is faithful.  He is always there.  And He knows all of our ways - in the night as well as in the day.
           We never know what a day may bring.  And I love the way that Brian Doerksen expressed these feelings for me in his song, "Your Faithfulness".

I don't know what this day will bring

Will it be disappointing, filled with longed for things?

I don't know what tomorrow holds

Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness

I don't know if these clouds mean rain

If they do, will they pour down blessing or pain?

I don't know what the future holds

Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness

Certain as the rivers reach the sea

Certain as the sunrise in the east

I can rest in your faithfulness

Surer than a mother's tender love

Surer than the stars still shine above

I can rest in your faithfulness

I don't know how or when I'll die

Will it be a thief, or will I have a chance to say goodbye?

No, I don't know how much time is left

But in the end, I will know your faithfulness

When darkness overwhelms my soul

When thoughts and storms of doubt

Still I trust You are always faithful, always faithful

Certain as the rivers reach the sea

Certain as the sunrise in the east

I can rest in your faithfulness

Surer than a mother's tender love

Surer than the stars still shine above

I can rest in your faithfulness

I don't know what this day will bring

Will it be disappointing, filled with longed for things?

I don't know what tomorrow holds

Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness

I'm sure that I will face more sleepless nights, but I will be reminded of His faithfulness and that morning does come.  My prayer is that I will experience His presence and faithfulness during those times and that you will too.

In case you aren't familiar with this hymn you can listen to it here.  LISTEN

If you don't know why it was written, you can hear Brian explain that here.  TESTIMONY

Three Years

        Medical insurance and coverage is a major topic right now.  Obama Care has created many changes and requirements for individuals and doctors alike.  Costs have risen, rather than dropped as promised.  Folks are now being fined for not having insurance.  Some politicians are trying to get rid of it.  It is a mess.
          Doctors are now required to invest in complex computer systems and must enter all the data into expensive software during each patient contact.  Our physical therapists now carry their computers with them and add notes after each exercise.  While this might be a good thing, it sure does take up much of the time that they would spend talking to patients in the past.  It would also make some sense if all the doctors were tied into the same portal.  But they aren't, so sharing data isn't happening. I presently have four different portals that I must consult to get my information and this information isn't shared with doctors not in the same system.  For example, our family doctor's portal does not  even indicate that Dianne now has a pacemaker or the results of her recent blood tests.  These are in a different portal with a different doctor.
         And medicare rules have changed as well.  Now at every visit the doctors and nurses have a series of questions that they must ask medicare patients.  Your answers must also be typed into their computer.  Oh yes, one more interesting requirement.  If at least 20% of medicare patients don't send a computer update to the doctor after a visit, the doctor or his group are penalized financially.
          So what happens as the government takes control of medical practices?  Probably more regulations, greater expense and more chance of governmental errors, waste and incompetence. On the other hand, I have been on medicare now for a number of years and actually have had little trouble and many good experiences.   That is, except for one situation.
          Back in 2011 my gastroenterologist recommended that I have a dexascan done because research was showing that one of the side effects of a med I was taking was bone loss.  My family doctor agreed and I had the test.  Fortunately the results were fine.  Ironically, Dianne had the same test about the same time just because, as a woman, there was a chance of bone loss.
         Then a few weeks later we received notice from medicare that her scan was covered but mine wasn't.  I owed $280.  My doctor was surprised by this notice and resent the information with a personal letter of explanation.  Again it was rejected without any reason.  So the doctor changed the diagnosis code and sent it in a third time.  Again it was rejected, just saying that I wasn't eligible.  Gender discrimination?  I can't help but wonder.
         So I sent in the $280 and also decided to begin the appeal process.  I gathered all the information and data required for an appeal.  I went to the medicare website to find where it was to be sent.  And in February of 2012 I submitted the appeal. I was within the required time limit to submit an appeal and felt that I had a good case.  Months went by without any reply.  And as time went by I just assumed that my appeal was rejected and I finally just gave up and reluctantly accepted the fact that I had reached the end of the road with this issue.
          Then in February of 2015 - three years later - I receive a letter from medicare informing me that my appeal was sent to the wrong medicare address and that they couldn't process it.  They returned my appeal data which they even stamped, "received February 2012".  So where was my appeal for three years?  Why wasn't  it returned to me promptly when I was still within the time limits?  Why wasn't it forwarded for me to the right building?  Why?  Why?  The only answer I can give is ... incompetence.
           Now I have written to the correct address and resubmitted my appeal with a cover letter stating what had happened.  I have again heard nothing and I don't expect that I ever will get an answer.  If my letter is even ever read, I assume that they will just say that I've missed the deadline and there is nothing they can or will do about it.  And what more can one expect from our dysfunctional government.
          So I guess I am convinced that if Obama Care doesn't ruin our health system, then incompetent government workers will.
          UPDATE - First, a few days ago I received another letter from Medicare telling me that my appeal has now been sent to another agency, even though I had sent my second attempt to the one Medicare lists on their current appeal process.  In addition, I sent copies of my recent appeal letter to Senator Toomey and Representative Pitts.  I have heard back from Toomy's office and they are following my appeal.  Pitts office has done nothing.  Stay tuned - who knows what will happen next, if anything.

Flying High

          Each morning when I get up one of the first things I see is the plaque in my bathroom that displays  Isaiah 40:31,  "But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."  The plaque was one that we gave to my parents many years ago.  The verse has often been an inspiration and an encouragement to me.
         Now I've never been real interested in eagles until just recently.  I knew that the bald eagle has been part of our national emblem since 1782.  I knew that eagles were big powerful and beautiful birds, but I didn't know much more.  Then we found the Berry College eagle cam and we have watched daily, with growing interest, the eagle nest at Berry College.
          When we first began to watch we saw the nest and "mother to be" eagle.  Then we watched as she produced two eggs on January 6 and 9.  About a month later we saw the eggs hatch on February 10 and 15.  Since then we've watched the parents care for their two children.  Daily we see them bring food - squirrels, birds and maybe fish - to the nest to feed them.  It has been interesting to watch the babies grow and even fight.  One is definitely more aggressive than the other.  And mom and dad faithfully feed and protect them, even when snow covered their nest.  And the babies are growing quickly.  It is fascinating to see the parents take turns caring for them and watching them soar off of their nest to go hunting or watch for predators.
          I've learned that it takes four to five years for an eagle to reach full maturity.  They will grow to 35 to 37 inches and weigh 10 to 14 pounds.  Their wingspan will be 72 to 90 inches and they will fly at heights up to 10,000 feet at speeds of 30 to 35 mph.  And they will live about 30 years being faithful to the same mate. Incredibly their nests will be about five feet wide at first but over the years will often be expanded up to about nine feet.  Nests can weigh up to two tons.  A female will lay one to three eggs each year and they will hatch in about 35 days.  The babies grow quickly and can be as large as their parents after six weeks.
          The part that I am waiting to see is their learning to fly.  This comes ten to thirteen weeks after hatching.  That would be about the end of April for the 2015 Berry Eagles.  But sadly 40% of the babies do not survive their flight lessons.
         Now as I've watch the eagles, I've been struck once again with the wonder of God's creation.  Not only did he create these beautiful birds, but he gave them the instincts to survive, to reproduce and to care for their offspring.  It is amazing and humbling.  And I can't help but think that many parents and spouses could learn some practical lessons from the eagles in terms of caring, providing, working together and faithfulness.
          How can one believe that all of this just happened by chance or that it is the result of evolution.  Watching the eagles must make you know that there has to be a Creator.
Now if you want to join the eagle watch, you can watch the young ones grow at  BERRY CAM or you can wait to see the eggs hatch at the HANOVER CAM.  But let me warn you, once you visit you will get hooked!
          In the meantime may we soar like the eagles as we trust the Lord daily to renew our strength.

My Carelessness

          I guess we all do some dumb, careless things at times.  I know I have often been guilty of this.  One of those events happened to me a few days ago. Should I be upset at myself and what the carelessness cost me or should I be thanking the Lord for bailing me out once again?  The scripture does tell us to give thanks for all things.  So I guess I need to be thankful.
          We were getting ready to go to breakfast with some friends.  I had just flushed the toilet and picked up my electric razor when the head of the razor suddenly flipped off and flew ... right into the toilet.  Since I had just flushed the toilet, the head of the razor quickly disappeared before I could attempt to grab it.  I tried unsuccessfully to find it, but it was gone.  It was about 3 inches wide and I hoped that it might just pass through the four inch sewer line without causing a problem, but I wasn't sure  When I realized I could not retrieve it I tried a few flushes to see if it had caused a blockage.  I thought the flushes were a little slower than normal, but the flushes seemed to still be working.
         We went to breakfast and then off to a two hour session of physical therapy.  When we returned home I tried to flush once again.  And guess what?  It was blocked and draining very slowly.  I checked our drain in the basement to see if it was backing up there and PTL it wasn't.   Needless to say, I was very concerned.  I've cleared blockages before, but not when a piece of metal was causing the problem. I was concerned and perplexed. After doing some worrying, I decided to do what I should have done first ... pray.
          I couldn't help but remember an incident that happened to us a number of years ago when they built the street next to us.  They had to relocate part of our sewer line which had been placed deep in rock in order to drain our basement.  Suddenly we found sewage backing up in our basement.  I called the contractor and even though they were done for the weekend he had a man come and bring a backhoe.  They dug up the line expecting to find that the new line had broken somewhere.  But instead they found that somebody had dropped an empty soda can down the sewer vent.  This was removed and our problem was fixed.  It didn't cost us anything because it was part of the construction.  But if we had had to pay for this it would have been a major expense.  This certainly was in my mind as I contemplated what might happen this time.
         Getting back to my new problem, I finally decided to make a call to a company which deals in blockages.  They told me it would cost $175 to come and that would include up to an hour of service.  Then it would be $35 for every additional 15 minutes.  They also said that they could arrive sometime between 1 and 3 pm.  I said please come.
         The man who came thought the blockage could be somewhere in the toilet because he felt the piece should eventually pass safely through the four inch sewer pipe.  So he used a tool to try to move it or break it up.  After about 15 minutes of "drilling" he felt that it was finally opened.  Time will tell if he is right.  So far, so good.
         But I still had about 30 minutes left in my one hour charge so I put him to work.  In the basement we had a very slow drain that often backed up when there was a heavy flow.  I had thought once about having this company in to try to clear it, but  had decided that I could live with it a little longer because of the cost.  So he worked on that and cleaned it out.  PTL, it now seems to be working properly once again.
          Now what was the total time?   Believe it or not, exactly one hour.   My bill?  $175.  So not only did I get full hour of work for my money, but I actually had two problems solved.  He told me that if I had not had him do both, I would probably have had to pay $350 for two 30 minute service calls.  PTL!
         Of course that wasn't my final bill for this even.  I also needed a new electric razor.  But I had received a special 20% off coupon for CVS that worked perfectly for a new razor.  Final total bill for the day and my carelessness?  $225.   It could have been much worse, especially for an unplanned careless error.

         I admit that because I am not skilled in doing home repairs, I can quickly panic and get upset when something goes wrong.  I wish that I were more handy and more daring.  But, PTL, I have a heavenly Father who provides guidance and wisdom when needed.  And I think I need more of that to survive than many people need.

Winter Comes Quickly

          A friend recently sent me a copy of a blog,"And Then It Is Winter", that I thought was so good that I would share it in my blog.  I wanted to give proper credit to the author so I searched the web to find the author's name.  What I found were numerous versions of this from all sorts of people.  So I really don't know who to give credit to and I apologize for that.  For those of us who are getting older, this should hit home.   Enjoy:

           You know, time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years.

           It seems just yesterday that I was young, just married and embarking on my new life with my mate.  Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all the years went.  I know that I lived them all.  I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams.
          But, here it is - the ' back nine' of my life and it catches me by surprise.  How did I get here so fast?  Where did the years go and where did my youth go?  I remember vividly seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that 'I was only on the first hole' and the 'back nine' was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like.
           But, here it is  ... my friends are retired and getting gray.  They move slower and I see an older person now.  Some are in better and some worse shape than me, but I see the great change.
          Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant ... but like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd become.  Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day!
          And taking a nap is not a treat anymore  ... it's mandatory!  Cause if I don't on my own free will, I just fall asleep where I sit!
          And so, now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but never did!
          But, at least I know, that though I'm on the ' back nine' and I'm not sure how long it will last, this I know for sure, that when it's over on this earth ...  it's over.  A new adventure will begin!
         Yes, I have regrets.  There are things I wish I hadn't done ... things I should have done, but indeed, there are many things I'm happy to have done.  It's all in a lifetime.
           So, if you're not on the ' back nine' yet ... let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think.  So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life please do it quickly!  Don't put things off too long!  Life goes by quickly.  So, do what you can today, as you can never be sure whether you're on the 'back nine' or not!  You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life ... so, live for today and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember, and hope that they appreciate and love you for all the things that you have done for them in all the years past!
         "Life" is a gift to you.  The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.  Make it a fantastic one.  Live It well!   Enjoy today!  Do something fun!   Be Happy!   Have a great day!  Remember, "It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver."

          Finally, consider the following:

~ Your kids are becoming you ... but your grandchildren are perfect.

~ Going out is good  ... Coming home is better!

~ You forget names ... But it's OK because other people forgot they even knew you!

~ The things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don't care to do them anymore!

~ You sleep better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than in bed.  It's called "pre-sleep".

~ You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch.

~ You tend to use more 4 letter words ... "what?" ... "when?"..." ???

~ What used to be freckles are now liver spots.

~ Everybody whispers.

~ You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet ...2 of which you will never wear.

~ But Old is good in some things ... Old Songs, Old Movies, and best of all, OLD FRIENDS.

TODAY IS THE OLDEST YOU'VE EVER BEEN, YET THE YOUNGEST YOU'LL EVER BE, SO ENJOY THIS DAY WHILE IT LASTS

          And let me add the following to this author's blog.  If you know the Lord you know that your real home is getting closer.  Soon we will exchange this increasingly challenging life for the perfect home being prepared for us in our eternal location, heaven. No more aches and pains or tears or canes or hearing aids or walkers. And that is the fact that allows us to face each new day and each new challenge with hope.

"Thank You"

          If you spend much time on the internet or with e-mail, you have surely experienced the many "hot tips" which are sent by - saying it carefully -  "well intentioned friends".  After all, as Abe Lincoln once said, "If you read it on the internet, it must be true."
          As a reaction to these many messages and tips, what follows is one peron's reaction.  Oh yes, I received this from a "friend" ... in an e-mail!  Here is what he had to say.
          As we start 2015, I want to thank each one of you for your educational emails  last year. I am totally messed up now and have little chance of recovery.

I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.

Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I must send my special thanks for the email about rat poo in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffaloon a hot day.

Thanks to you I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seventeen of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer buy fuel without taking someone along to watch the car, so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.

I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.

I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.

I no longer go to shopping centers because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan.

I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's beautician!

So there you are!  Thanks for all of your concern, but, in order to protect my mental health, if it continues throughout 2015 I may just have to expand my spam file or begin defriending on Facebook.  Have a good day - after you forward this to 144,000.  You better get on it now!