oldsoldierfadingfast
oldsoldierfadingfast's JournalA warning to all. Got my credit card bill ...
there was a charge for a 1 800# on it to an IT-something; a call I had not made. Called Visa, the lady answering stated that they had been backed-up all morning with the same complaint.
After verifying that I am who I say I am, she said that I would be getting a new card shortly - however, if I needed to use the old card in the meanwhile, it would be honored if used locally.
Also, have to hand it to that lady - she was so gracious in understanding that my house-keeper was making the call ( I can't hear well) while I was listening on another phone, HK had to keep telling me what she was asking me so I could answer her questions. It must have been so frustrating for her esp. since they were so backed-up.
In 1965 ...
I was in the 1st 6 wk. basic training class of the Army Nurse Corp - normal was 8 wks. It was made up of a few Captains and 1st Lts. , but mostly 2nd Lts.
Rank was based on previous experience - I was an exp. ER nurse. Assignments were given out - I got Hawaii - some got Japan, Alaska, Philippines etc., but most were sent all over CONUS. (Continental United States).
A few short months later, all that were CONUS were in Viet Nam. Some were seriously wounded; but quite a number of them gave their lives.
When I applied to go to VN, I was turned down. Why? Was told that I was needed where I was.
My AF brother was the navigator on airplanes flying out of Seattle, WA to VN on milk-runs (taking in supplies). Once on a return trip, his plane stopped in Hawaii and I went out to meet him. His plane was riddled with so many holes acquired when leaving Nam that I could not imagine how they kept it in the air to get to Hawaii.
Each and every Memorial Day, I remember these 2 things and question WHY were the two of us spared?
An ad on Roku ...
that I just saw twice in an hour wants to use rural VA for a data processing center. We have been in a severe drought for years. The local ground water level is down 5+ inches. Our once full creeks with small waterfalls are now trickles. Our rivers are way down. Our trees are dying. We were dependent on Fall tourism along the Blue Ridge Parkway and Sky Line Drive as a source of income for our county as people came for the show of color. There has been nothing to see for several years. Looking from the windows on all 4 sides of my home at the fall colors in the mountains that surround me was once a pleasure; that is now gone.
Mid- and eastern North Carolina are dependent on our water. Philpott Dam has so very little to send.
This is farming country with very little water for crops. Once known for our apple, peach and grape orchards ... My own cherry and apple trees have died. We are dependent on wells and septic tanks except some towns with community water. Our local dry-cleaner-laundry mat is closing due to the high cost of water and electricity to run their operation. Our recently opened hospital and other health facilities were dependent on them.
Driving on our highways (and my own drive-way) you see fallen dead trees laying on the ground instead of the greenery that was there just a few years ago. Recent wild fires along our county line caused us much concern and fear.
My heart is crying. But, my head is telling me to let them build their damn expensive plant and THEN find out - we have NO WATER!
Tell me, my bro. and sis. DUers, do I listen to my head or my heart?
I lied to you...
when I said I was going to vote (in VA redistricting election) the following day. The next day, I could barely get out bed (chr. fatigue syndrome) Yesterday, I was up all day and walking pretty good.
Today, an Angel appeared, helped me make myself presentable to the public; another Angel came, drove me to the poll; and now there is at least one blue vote in this sea of red where I live.
After voting, we went to the court house and I picked up an application for a name change!
It was close to 90 degrees outside; I have eaten ice-chips that were warmer than my feet, hands, neck and nose. Promised my Angel that while I am already cold that I will keep breathing until I get this done. If I quit breathing before I get everything changed, it will be her problem, not mine! Hee-hee!
A shout out to RandySF...
who has been working tirelessly tonight to keep us informed re: local elections around the country. GREAT JOB - Thank you!
Sorry RSF; but it's after MN here and I have to quit looking for your posts and go to bed. Have been having major problems with no energy, legs that don't want to hold me upright and with breathing.
Since I plan to go to vote re: VA redistricting tomorrow, I DO need to sleep. G'nite, my friend.
Question...
If history is rewritten as some A-holes wish it, does that mean it will someday be repeated?
Question...
Have any of you undergone a name change for any reason other than marriage or adoption?
If so, how difficult was it to change everything such as SS, banks, pensions, property titles, etc. etc. etc.?
I am 86 and want to leave this world with my maiden name and not that of my ex.
OK. so you haven't heard from me...
for awhile. Mid-summer, CFS/ME faded away more of me taking me down to 71# and letting me walk about 15 feet before I had to sit down. BUT! The ole gal is on her way back.
In the last month, I have gained back 7# (all in the wrong places - none on my butt, so I still have to carry a pillow around) but I can get to the kitchen to fed myself and Henry, who tells me in dog years he is older than I am. Still go to DU when ever possible to 'catch up' but realize I am still far behind.
Still don't have the energy to be up long enough to type but I can point and click recs. With the great help I have from my angel friends, I will be back to whatever my normal is going to be pretty soon and I will be able to get my words, for whatever they are worth, out to each of you again.
Saved the best part of news for last. On the second day of early voting, my angels got me dressed, into the car and took me to vote in person. It was worth the effort as my crimson county 'almost' turned blue!
There ain't nuthin' like...
your own bed! Got discharged from hospital this past week - discharge diagnosis - 'fading at a faster pace than usual'. But, after a week, I bounced back overnight - just as quickly as overnight, I had gone down.
Think my biggest problem now is Henry (the 13 yo Yorkie that owns me). His caretakers spoiled him rotten while I as gone. He wants to be hand or spoon fed on the sofa. He gained wt, to 4. 8 lbs and the vet wants him back to his usual 4 lbs. He wants to be picked up and put on the sofa/bed rather than using his steps. AND, he is not talking to me right now as one the first things I did when I got home was to cut his nails, trim his hair (it was dragging the floor about 2 inches) and give him a bath.
About a month before the hosp. trip, my friend, Grace, found a lady to come 4 hours/day, 4 days/week. She is an Angel! In her 1st week, she rid my house of a 10 year collection of pollen and dust, washed all my windows and now has begun working on my clutter.
She, too, has some problems which I fortunately could help her resolve as she was helping me resolve mine. Our worst problem turned out to be that she is a day person and I am a night owl. Now, she lets me sleep until its time for me to call Grace and let her know I am still alive or else have EMTs knocking on my door; then she awakens me with a cup of coffee in her hand.
I was wrong; there is something better than your own bed; it is having what some people call having 'true friends'. However, I KNOW they are really 'Angels in disquise'. They supply the work/help I need while letting me think I am still capable of living alone and being independent! Right now, I would roll on the floor laughing at myself if I thought I could get back up again.
When 12 yo, I went to DC...
never having heard of National Cemeteries until we visited Arlington. It never crossed my mind that I would ever return for the funerals of friends I would be attending there when I became an adult. The area where the Viet Nam Memorial was so different back then and I didn't know that I would return some day to read the names of those I knew.
I did not know then that my own brother's ashes would be put in a National Cemetery (in CO) where I am unable to visit.
While I will never be be laid to rest in a noted cemetery, my ashes will be placed in a cemetery where my 6th great-grandfather is buried and has an ARW plaque on his grave. The property where he was buried was his and is still in our family and I own a portion of it. This cemetery is little known and difficult to get to; but for me to be there along side of one of the first defenders of our democracy lies and that I, 6 generations later did my part to defend what he fought for, is honor enough for me.
I will spend the rest of this day in mourning all the souls lost in defending that democracy and for those who loved them; and in prayer that we never ever allow that democracy be taken from us.
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