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August 21st, 2014

No Ice for Me

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I've been watching all the ice bucket challenges for ALS and crying and laughing and crying and praying no one challenges me because I have enough of a challenge every single day, though not as horrendous as those afflicted with ALS.
My sister in law's mother had ALS and we watched it slowly destroy  perfectly good human being.

We all have battles to fight.
I have to concentrate on my own,

September 21st, 2014

New novella cover

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Something isn't working.
Should be a picture of my new novella here.





September 2nd, 2014

The everlasting Sunday

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After we picked Elyse up at the airport from her trip to Australia, we stopped at a nearby diner.  It was late, about 9:30 and the sign on the door said they closed at 11.
We get inside and are ushered  a table. There are a surprising number of tables full.
One on the side had a family with three kids, man and woman.

The man started yelling  Like  you would to chase away a bear.  Only he was yelling at the waitress, accusing her of stealing his iPod.  The manager came, the girl walked way, beet red in the face. More noise.  The man sounded as if he had lost control completely.  Yelling at the kids now, talking as if they were animals.

I started to get upset.  I shook and started to cry.  I was angry and afraid for those with that man.  I actually wanted to go over and rip his balls off.  Karyn took me to the ladies' room to calm down.  By this time, I had regained some composure.
He was still at it when we got back.

No one has ever acted like that in my family or my friends. I can't believe people act this way.  I am willing to bet that when they got home, somebody got beat.

The woman said nothing.  She probably knew what was coming.

The iPod was on the floor by her feet.

August 4th, 2014

One more time

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Paid a visit to my oncologist this morning.  She's a good doctor.  She keeps pushing me for tests for various other kinds of horrible things but for now, I have had enough for the year.  I've  had several mammograms, some CAT scans, cyst aspirations, a visit to the infectious disease doctor.  Worry and worry, all for, thank you GOD, nothing.  But it is tiring and being afraid is no fun.
I didn't get another CATscan or the nodules on my right lung yet. I have a prescription for it, though.  I might do that...might do it in September.
But I don't want to.

You can only take so much poking and prodding and testing without feeling abused, especially when the results are negative.
I understand why the oncologist does what she does.  Her vigilance has kept me alive.  I appreciate that.
But I need a break and I'm taking it.

July 15th, 2014

I was told

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Okay, I'm behind the times.  NOBODY USES LIVEJOURNAL ANY MORE
Nobody uses MySpace,either.
I am an antique.

So I just can't keep up with technology.  I come from a time when technology took decades to advance.  Television was young when I was young.  Telephones were on a stand in the hallway of your house. You had to close the fridge door so you wouldn't let all the cold air out. There was a wringer on your washing machine.  Your car was made of steel and gas cost 25 cents per gallon or less...in the early years of my life.

Our street had vacant lots and woods on it.
We used to go to the nearby airport to watch the planes take off and land.  Now it is a shopping mall.

Men went to the moon with computers...we have more computing ability now in calculators.  We can call anywhere on the planet from phones smaller than a wallet.

Luckily VCRs are out because I never learned to program one.  Ever.

Our huge flatscreen TV has every channel and there is still nothing to watch on Sunday night.
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July 8th, 2014

Long time, no write

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Last night that guy on Travel Channel, Andrew Zimmern was in Miami, eating $299 Alaskan King Crab at a very fancy restaurant and later he had some steak that cost $30/ounce.
The venue was full of beautiful women and a couple of scraggly guys...those old enough to afford those prices.
There were many shots of long tanned legs strutting about the neon lit Miami streets...all five inches taller because of the stiletto heels.

Well, I guess that lets out SoBe for me.

No stiletto heels in my closet.

June 25th, 2014

Not that day

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Well, I got back the results of the mammogram/aspiration thing I think.  A piece of paper that said results were within the normal range.
Now, my husband is not satisfied with this.
I do not know what he expects...maybe something about the aspiration fluid...that would be nice.
But nope, that wasn't mentioned.

WTF?

June 3rd, 2014

That day

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You know how you go through life, willy nilly, things happening and not happening, good and bad?  Those pleasant days seem to ramble on aimlessly and you don't even think how much you enjoy nothing happening until a day like today comes along?

Well, today may be one of those pivotal days...the kind where everything is going along nicely then BLAM! Something happens that changes everything.

I am going to the breast cancer specialist because a CAT scan and ultrasound found two tiny abnormalities in my right breast. Supposedly they are cysts that need to be aspirated.  This doctor is the one to do it.  Or, this doctor may be responsible for turning my life in another direction.

This I do not need.



May 26th, 2014

Long time, no see

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I've been busy.  Doing stuff.
Nothing great has happened, but today is Memorial Day and I wanted to write something.

Dead soldiers are more than longneck beer bottles.

April 27th, 2014

Why oh why?

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Last night I had this weird thought:  Can you (anybody) name a piece of furniture that begins with the letter "g"?
And, no, a garbage can is not a piece of furniture.

I was thinking of posting this on FB.

There MUST be something.

And a garderobe is not furniture.
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