Iggy

Or sneezing or straining or bending sideways to pick something up or set something down.

I work until 10 pm Tues through Friday's. Last Friday after I got home, my left side started hurting. At first I thought it was gas. For my "lunch" I had had two beef/chicken burritos with the red rice and refried beans on the side. Well the beans were partially uncooked. I just spit out the hard beans and didn't think much of it. So when the pain hit, I thought it was gas from the partially cooked beans. So I drank half a can of room temp classic coke cola. That usually gets me passing the gas. The pain became worse. I took four Tylenol's, and curled up on the sofa. Saturday the pain got worse. I had a bowl of chix soup and LOTS more Tylenol. By Sunday the pain had hit 12 on a scale of 1 to 10. I found the closest Urgent Care that was open and husband drove me there. After talking to me, and poking me in my side and under my left breast, they told me to get to ER. UC thought it was my pancreas. So ER ran a CT Scan- after they inserted an IV and dosed me with a syringe of Demerol. Pancreas is okay- liver is enlarged (wrong side) have gall stones (wrong side), gall bladder is NOT enlarged. After 4 hours ER sent me home with a script for 12 Demerol pills. The pills really kill the pain. They also lay me back so much, husband had to help me walk to the bathroom. Monday I am doped up and sleeping most of the time. Tuesday I go to the Chiropractor- He took away the pain, used these electrodes on my side and ice packs. WOW- I want that machine. You can keep the drugs, just give me that machine. I saw the Chiropractor on Wednesday too- Thursday I was on my own. All I had was three pills left so I sat on the sofa and watched DVDs most of the day, or slept propped up with a zillion cushions and two cats! I went to see my Primary Care Physician this morning. She could not believe that the ER didn't take xray of my ribs! She did more constructive poking, prodding, twisting of my legs and waist, etc than the ER ever dreamed of. All ER did was poke my upper stomach and left side. She had xrays taken and lo and behold I have a broken rib. Not much they can do. Gave me 20 MG of Vicodin (I only take half a pill at a time. Works great. I am not nearly as loopy), and told me to keep seeing the Chiropractor, just tell him about the rib and that my lower back is out. I see the Chiropractor this afternoon. I can hardly wait- I like those electrical things. They stop the pain, and relax the muscles. Lasts nearly 24 hours too. My liver is enlarged because my diabetes is out of control. So it is time for me to take responsibility, to eat correctly, monitor my glucose and to quit fooling around. As for how my rib got broken - - - don't have a clue on that one. The only things I can think of is I sneezed as I bent over from a sitting position retrieving a pen from the floor that I had dropped. Or when I reached through my window at the drive through ATM, or reaching to get my mail from my street rural mail box- the mail was clear to the back and I really had to stretch to get it. Yep, did all three after I left work Friday night. Believe me, I will be extra careful of doing any stretching, lifting and twisting from now on. One broken rib- it hurts, it hurts a LOT!

Have you gone to an Eye Dr?? Look in your yellow pages under Physicians-MD & DO- OPHTHALMOLOGY. Pick one, call and make an appointment. Once you are with the Dr, tell him/her your problems. I am extrememly light sensitive so I wear sunglasses year round. With out my sunglasses I am blinded by the sunlight within seconds. My eyes water, twitch, my head will ache after wards for hours. I also wear corrective lens, i.e. glasses. Without which my eyes water, twitch and my head will ache afterwards for hours/days and sometimes weeks. Call an Ophthalmalogist and get your eyes tested NOW.

If you already have your temple recommend- then I believe you need to have an updated Family Group Sheet. You will have to make an appointment at the temple for this. Talk to your Family History Consultant, or the LDS volunteer at your Family History Center, or call the temple and ask. You didn't say if the deceased has had their baptisms, confirmations and endowments done already. If not, those have to be done.

Why wait to speak to your Bishop only on a Sunday? He is your Bishop 24/7 until he is released. Give him a call NOW- um, perhaps wait until he gets home from work.

Every other year my cousin goes to England, Norway, Wales and tracks down the information at the parish church where our/his ancestors were born. He takes pics of the headstones, and of the parish records. He talks with the locals there, and he always gathers the stories regarding our peoples. Tape recorders, camera's, and the ability to listen, really listen to what the people say. He transcribes all this, enters it into his own version of a Family Tree, and then sends me a print out, and copies of the pics. Three years before I left the Oregon coast, cousin told me that a bunch of our ancestors left South Dakota and moved to Oregon/Washington. They worked for the railroad and in the timber industry. He told me that I should be able to find the graves of my direct line in Tillamook OR. I went on line to see if the cemetery's had anything on line. Not all of them did. So I took the short trip to Tillamook, and went to the cemeteries. I was lucky that day- there was someone in the office at each cemetery, and they were BORED so they helped me find my ancestors. The books that they looked up the names in, also had little tidbits of information written in them. They made copies and gave them to me, then helped me to find the headstones, where I took pictures. A couple of months later cousin came to visit me. He lives in South Dakota. 100 miles from No and Where. I took him to the Tillamook cemeteries. At his suggestion, we went to the local newspaper, found some information there. Then we went to the Court House. Hit the mother lode there. Also found a distant cousin too! That small branch of the family were loggers. So they went to where the work was. A few branched out of logging and went to work for the railroad. Have you heard of making a time line on each person in your family? I use the Excel program. The column headings are: dd/mm/yyyy; Location; Event; Remarks and Verification. Under dd/mm/yyyy you start with the family members birth date. I'll use my Grandma. DD/08/1899.You put in each year (yes it will get rather long- but you need each year noted there). I bold the census years and fill the line with yellow. Now I add information as I know it. Marriage, births of children, grandchildren, historical events. If I have copies or even the originals of records (birth, death, marriage) I make note of it under the heading Verification. Also in the event column, I note their 10,20,30, etc. birthdays. These time lines help you to narrow down where you can obtain the verifications- the birth, death, marriage, etc. records you need. This time line was suggested to me to help me sort out my ancestors from a boot box full of old letters. Those letters contained a treasure trove of information. Thanks to the internet you can also look up what was happening in the world. In 1962 there was the Seattle's Worlds Fair. My Grandmother was 63 years old. Also my Grandmother went to the Chicago World's Fair. Had to look up that date, 1933-1934. She was 3 years old when the Wright Brothers flew the first airplane. She was 58 years old when the Soviet Union launched Sputnik. Add these historical markers to your time lines. Makes your ancestors more than just names and dates.

Never said women wanted anything- the article stated that women get things done in a superior way. IMO, we are not bogged down with nor hauling around useless baggage in the job market. Of course this is a generalized statement- there will always be females who do- just as there are males who do not. As for woman wanting equality in the job market- what we WANT is to be paid equally for doing the SAME job as a man does. Getting paid less for doing the EXACT same job as my male counter part is a crock of pterodactyl poo!!

A cousin of mine has found our common ancestor on our maternal side, married in 1213, in England. He has gone back farther-but as yet he hasn't physically verified those earlier dates. He will have to go to France to do that. For the ancestors who came from England, he has verified them all. His verifications are in fact when he sees the actual document and he either copies it by his own hand, takes a picture of it, or receives a true copy of it. He is not a member of the Church, matter of fact he does not believe in God, Jesus or the Holy Ghost. Yet he is the family genealogist. He is obsessed by it.

Most siblings forget the new siblings name. I certainly did with both my little sister (6 years younger than me) and my baby brother (8 years younger than me). Took me two years, approx. for me to remember them. I was forever asking what her/his name is- so Grandma put a name tag their cribs. Why don't you fast and then ask Father if this is something He wants you to change. She is YOUR daughter and it remains YOUR and her fathers decision, not the Grands, Aunts, or Uncles decision(s). By The Way, I like Chaelee.

You are just as good as he is. He puts his pants on the same way you do-Feet first. Or the third or fourth. Some you need never tell him. Moksha is right - You are a beloved daughter of God. Remember one very important thing Lost- just because he is a RM doesn't mean he has attained saint hood. He sins too- just like all of us do. Relax, go out with him and enjoy yourself.

I will have to show that to my husband, he doesn't think that it is allowed to wear any color(s) other than navy or black. He would look so good in light tan, or light camel or even a light sage. thanks for the link Just_A_Guy

What he said.

Soul_Searcher, I don't believe he is correct in saying that it is each of us personally. My two older sisters never have done any genealogy. They balk when ever I have asked them to write to the older cousins to get dates, places, etc. My oldest sister passed nearly 5 years ago, the next older sister still refuses to help me do the work. My little sister is hording what information she has researched out. My little brother is clueless- My oldest brother (who is 100% inactive in the church) will write if it can be in emails. I haven't done any genealogy in 5 years. I have no room to put all of my data- they are still in the moving boxes. Thank heavens for my little brothers ex wife. She and his kids have done more work for my side of the family. The kids have done the baptisms and confirmations, her ward has done the endowments/sealings, etc. I know in my heart of hearts that my two sisters are not going to be denied the blessings of the celestial kingdom, just because they didn't help with or do genealogy work. My Father just isn't that kind of a Father. Yours isn't either. I also want to say that each of us has a gift or gifts. One of the sisters in my branch could only sew buttons on a garment. She just could not sew a garment or even a pillow case. She also is not a gardener. She has tried many, many times. She is a great cook, she can also can foods and put up wonderful preserves and jellies. I can do basic sewing, hemming, but I am really lousy at buttons. As much as this church stresses being self sufficient, putting away foods, sewing our own clothes, growing our own foods- not every one can do these things successfully. I had the land for a vegetable garden, but I was fairly lousy at growing the veggies. So I encouraged members of my branch to come use my land- all I asked was that you give me 1% of your yield in payment for the lease of the land and for the water. Misshalfway is so very correct- two thumbs up.

I am with Rachel, get yourself some pepper spray. I also have pepper spray in my purse and a small air horn. Though the refill cartridges for the air horn are hard to find. The air horn is from when I used to walk the woods on my ten acres in Oregon. It would scare the raccoons (they do attack), black bears and bob cats away from me. I found it also scares and repels humans. I am fortunate in that my hearing aids have an automatic turn off- to block the sound of sirens. It also blocks the air horn. I wouldn't go with a firearm either. I did do that at one time, but I ended up shooting my own car! At least I didn't hit anything vital, just the drivers door. Pepper spray that has dye in it and an air horn. Change your email address, and don't use any form of your old address in the new either. When I first got an email address it was from yahoo. It would not accept my password, so it suggested one. I wrote it down because it was extremely funny. I didn't use it, finally came up with my own. When I needed an email address name for security reasons I chose the password that Yahoo suggested. It was only 8 characters long, then I also let Yahoo choose my password. That was nearly 10 years ago. I still have that account. I still use it for security things. Like when I order items via the internet, or register to use real estate sites, etc. It gets clogged up with spam and lurkers, my 'real' email account doesn't. See if your email program has a bounce feature. If it does, then start bouncing unwanted emails. If you have a land line phone, even if it is unlisted there are still ways to get your number.(husband & I just discovered this and got rid of our land line) Get rid of the land line. Go with a cell. Talk with your attorney and/or advocate and to the police again and ask them to sit down with you and educate you on how to protect yourself. Take notes and follow their instructions. I am unclear as to your service dog- do you train them? Or do you require the use of them? Or both? My prayers are with you. I have been in your shoes to a degree. My ex never went as far as yours has, but that didn't keep me from protecting myself. Oh, another thing, I kept a large air horn at home, and a larger pepper spray Velcro'd up high next to the front door just in case he came banging on my door. It came in handy when the neighbors druggie friends got the wrong house and nearly busted my door in pieces. Air horn in the left hand, pepper spray in the right both going full force. Other neighbors had the police there with in minutes!

Same stuff that goes into bologna. Bologna is just flat and round. Like a frizbee.

I apologize Dr T-

Bears have a wide habitat. Back in the 80's, I had a black bear trying to get into my home. It was in the wee hours of the night. My then husband was shooting over her head with a hand pistol. (thinking the noise would scare her- hand pistols do not make much noise), I grabbed the over size open ended wrench I keep under the bed and holding it with both hands like it was a base ball bat, I swung it at her. Hit her square on the nose with it. It killed her. I was never fined for that. The Ranger told me that her habitat was nearly 150 miles long. Here is an article from the newspaper where I was living at the time. This is a current article and it is about one very stupid woman and her feeding the black bears. News Times Newport News Times - local news, vacation rentals, entertainment, school sports, event calendar, real estate, breaking news, Lincoln City, Depoe Bay Any female animal with young can be dangerous if you get between mom and her young. One dog I had was extremely friendly with any one and every one. She was the worst watch/guard dog I had ever had. When she had her litter she was ferocious- I was the only one allowed near those babies. To hold the pups, I had to be sitting right next to her on the floor and if I took more than two, she would snarl and her hackles would go up. Once she weaned those pups (8 of them), she went back to being her over friendly self. I got her spayed then, no way I wanted to be around her over protective mommy state again.

As far as I know my sister still has that stereo console in her garage and ALL of the records. When I finally get moved back to Oregon I am going to take it and set it up in my home. My oldest brother used to have on heck of a reel to reel system. He also listened to Classical music. Our Dad loved that music, so all of us kids (the older ones that is) have a great appreciation for it. Mom loved Country & Western. Grandma loved the Big Band stuff. Sure brings back a lot of GOOD memories.

She came back after her date-at O Dawn Thirty, my intern friend wouldn't let her into our apartment. He was really PO'd. He was Navy, her date and the blind date ejit were Army. My navy friend reported the Army dudes.I don't know what happened to them- I really didn't care. I moved into my own studio apartment about 2 months later. I kept in touch with the Navy interns who took care of me those three days for several years. I lost their address's in one of my many moves. So if any one out there in cyber space thinks this story is familiar and you were in the Navy in Bremerton in 1971- HELLO Again.

Glad I can only be young once. Don't have the energy to do it again!

A number of years ago, my niece, nephews and I were nosing around in my sisters garage. We came across her stereo. The one that is a piece of furniture. I found a plastic box of needles and 4 big boxes of records. I plugged the machine in, inserted a new needle and called the kids around me to pick through the albums. Nephew #2 was about 9 at the time. His eyes got huge when I pulled out the record. He said: WOW Would You Look At The Size Of That CD?? Just how big is the player anyway? I put the record on and let it play. Those kids and I had the best time listening to that Ole Timey Music. Nephew #3 who was 5 wanted to take that Old CD player into the house and play with it. The music that my sister liked to listen to was Classical - you know - Bach, Beethoven, etc. She also like true Country Western. Jim Reeves, Eddy Arnold, Chet Atkins, etc. I threw open the overhead garage door, and the five of us danced all over the car port to that Old Time CD music. The next door neighbors came over and joined us too.

Mmmm let's see. When I was in my teens to early 20's, my family said I looked like my Mom's sister. When my hair went grey and I quit coloring it I looked like my mother. This was reinforced to me when I walked by a store window and saw my Mother in the reflection. It was me, not her. She had been dead for nearly 10 years! I still look like her. When 1st husband and I were traveling all over the west coast, I was always getting approached by people who said they knew me. One time in a little bar in Kalispell Montana, my husband got jerked off the bar stool by Big Red Neck with shoulders that went on and on and on. Big Red Neck socked husband in the face. Husband was out for the count. Big Red Neck looked at me and bellowed at me to get my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ on home and take care of the kids. I stood up and asked him who the hey he thought he was? When he grabbed my arm to aim me at the door, I konked him on the chin with a small beer pitcher and told him to turn me loose or pull back a bloody stump. He gave me the strangest look, then said: You're not Becky Sue are you? Nope, not even. He sat down on the stool next to me and looked at my still unconscious husband on the floor and said: Oops, guess I'm in fer it now. I cracked up. It was so funny to me. Big Red Neck and one of his buddies got my husband into a booth. When he woke up, we just told him that two of the locals got to fighting and he got hit in the fracas. I even got approached by the bouncer at a Nightclub in Rochester NY, he picked me up, gave me one heck of a kiss and had to holler at every one that here is his long lost girlfriend. I didn't know him from Adam. It was my first time out of the state of Washington, husband was not impressed. When I got my id out to prove I was not his old girl friend, he was pretty embarrassed. What the hey, we were treated pretty nice by the employees of the club, they thinking I was bouncers old love.

I was going out on a blind date with my room mate and her date. I wasn't feeling really good, and I really didn't like the dude. The guys come to pick us up, we get in the car headed to the drive in (yuck! to start with) and I ask my room mate for a couple of her industrial strength head ache pills. My date pipes up with, here take one of these. With out thinking, or asking what it is, I take the pill and swallow it down with a gulp of beer.(double yuck- how can people drink that icky stuff?) That is pretty much the last thing I remember. I woke up on my sofa and I felt like I had a mattress stuffed down my throat. According to my room mate, I sat back to let the pill work, and as the car took a corner just a bit to fast, I threw up all over my date and the back seat. The driver turned the car around, and when they got to our apartment, they removed me from the car and left me on the side walk, then drove to a car wash. I woke up three days later. My neighbor found me out on the sidewalk and got me into my apartment, then called one of my navy intern friends. He and three other of his buddies kept watch over me continuously for those three days. Found out that my blind date gave me a pain pill that has codeine in it. I am allergic to codeine. Throwing up got rid of most of the pill- but I was also sick. Two weeks later the blind date called to see if I was better and wanted to go out. I asked him whose idea was it to just dump me out of the car? He said the other guy. I said, well you sure have no back bone in you to just do as he says and leave me passed out on the sidewalk. Never went out with him. Never double dated with my room mate again either. I continued to date the intern though. Sweet guy. Broke my heart when he got transferred to San Diego (we were in Bremerton at the time).

I got 17 our of 30:cool:

I am pretty much the same in real life as I am here on the forum. I have such an unusual and rare first name that I never use it on the internet. I use the nickname my husband gave me. Iggy. I was born in Igloo South Dakota. I am not ashamed of how old I am, 57. I am proud of my grey hair. I earned every single one of them! I have danced with the devil, survived and will NEVER do that again. Been there, done that and DO NOT want the T-shirt. I have also learned from my mistakes, trials and tribulations. I am what I am now, as a result from what I have gone through in my life. I have worked hard at not being bitter and revengeful. During the years of my separation and divorce, I prayed constantly, I got blessings of strength to keep me from becoming bitter. It was hard- very hard. During those years I came back to Church, received my Endowments and conquered the adversary! I am opinionated, though I will not discuss politics in person or on line. But I will discuss pretty much anything else in person and on line. It is foolish to lie and do a false identity-life. Father made us in a way where we can not remember our lies, thus we trip ourselves up when we lie.