Pages

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Book review: Cats in Paris, a magical coloring book



The idea of this book is a good one, but  the execution of it leaves a lot to be desired.
The drawings are often over detailed, and can even be called scribbly.  This makes coloring an effort, rather than an enjoyment.
Also, several of the pages have repetitive images, something I do not enjoy at all.
This will certainly not be one of my go-to coloring books when I want to de-stress.
Very disappointing.

For more information, follow these links:More Info
  • Author Bio

  • I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.




    Friday, January 29, 2016

    What's been happening


    As I mentioned in my last update, I was unable to get my pain meds because of the exhoritant cost due to a large deductible.  The crushing pain came back with a vengence, and I suffered for five days before calling an ambulance to take me to the emergency room.
    I sat in the ER for four arduous hours before being seen.  I cried several times during the wait, just unable to hold back the tears.
    The doctor gave me two percocets, that being the cheapest pain med around, and a prescription for ten more.
    They let me lay down on a gurney for about fifteen minutes, and then the doctor came along with discharge papers.
    I was barely out of pain by the time I left the hospital.
    Walked (so slowly) a couple of blocks to find an ATM, as I had no money on me, and needed to take a car service home.

    The car dropped me off at my pharmacy, where I had the script filled, and then went home to go to bed.
    Days later, I went to see my pain management doctor, and asked him to please prescribe me some percocet for the pain.  He was very nasty, and literally yelled at me, saying he doesn't prescribe those kinds of narcotic pain killers.
    Now, here I was, in pain again, as the ER prescription had run out.

    The doctor said I'd have to see somebody else if I wanted the percocet, and he referred me to another pain management doctor a few blocks away.
    This new doctor wanted to give me only two pills a day, which was a far cry from what I needed for round the clock relief.  After some pleading, he agreed to prescribe three a day.

    I know there is great controversy surrounding addiction to pain medications, and doctors are afraid of prescribing drugs like percocet.  This sure doesn't help you when you are suffering from debilitating pain.
    When I went to get my prescription filled, I thought it would cost maybe twenty or thirty dollars, percocet being a fairly cheap drug.  Because of my huge deductible, the cost was $72.  I couldn't believe it.  Luckily, my pharmacy lets me charge things till the next month,which is what I had to do.
    The three pills a day weren't enough to keep me out of pain till the next dose was due, so I spent at least an hour or two back in pain before I could take another pill.
    Once the pain comes back it is harder to get relief again.  It's very frustrating.

    The side effects from this drug are hard to deal with.  Lots of sleep is necessary because it knocks you out.  Then there is the horror of your bowels seizing up, which happened to me for the first eleven days.  Stool softeners and laxatives caused massive stomach cramping, so it seemed if I didn't have one type of pain, I had another.
    Give me a break already!!
    I haven't been out of the house at all, in I don't know how long.  We had a massive snow storm, about 27 inches, but unfortunately I didn't even go out to experience it a little bit.
    I need to see my plastic surgeon again, to schedule the reversal of the reconstruction, but have to wait for the beginning of the month, when I have some money to pay for transportation and co-pays.  Same old story.
    Right now I am hungry, and so hoping my social security check comes in early, so I can buy some food.  If it doesn't come in today (friday), I will have to wait until monday.  Ugh.
    I know this is all pretty boring to read, assuming you got this far.  Sorry about that, but I do want to keep an account of what's happening in my life since getting breast cancer in 2013.
    Maybe someday in the future I will be beyond this misery, and I can look back on these passages with a healthy detachment.

    Thursday, January 28, 2016

    Book Review: Eleanor

    Jason Gurley has crafted a wonderful book which takes you through the tragedies surrounding Eleanor's life.  The main character shifts between the worlds of the ordinary and the fantastical, as she walks through doors which suddenly bring her into another dimension altogether.  This happens to her repeatedly. 
    Ultimately this story show how salvation can be attained through the love of family.
    It is a sweeping saga that takes us across generations.... dealing with loss and tragedy, and heartbreak.  It breaks you down, and then builds you up again.
    A mysterious and magical work of fiction.


    For more information, see the following links:
     
    I received this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for posting an honest review.

    Saturday, January 23, 2016

    Winter From My Window

    This is the first true snow of the season, and it's virtually a blizzard.  We had gained over a foot since noon, much earlier than expected, and there's still another 8 hours or so to go after that. 

    A state of emergency has been issued for New York City.   Buses and outside trains suspended.  Road travel disallowed except for emergency vehicles.  The governor suggested stores and Broadway shows be closed down so workers could get home before public transit suspensions went fully into effect.  

    None of this affecting me, really.  I am home and comfortable, and have no need to venture.

    Here are some pics I took from my bedroom window.






     

    Thursday, January 7, 2016

    personal update 2016

    This is my first time here this year, so I want to wish everyone a great year, with good health and much happiness.

    Things have been much the same with being in pain a good deal of the time.  I saw my plastic surgeon yesterday, and he said he could reverse the tram flap surgery in hopes this would relieve my pain.  He would also cut out a lot of the fat necrosis.

    I don't know if this will actually help, and relieve me of pain, but I have to hope it will.

    It's a not an overly long surgery, he said.  About two hours, and I would be in and out on the same day.  I'd have a couple of drains to deal with; not like I don't know what that's all about. Haven't set a date  yet.

    Of course, this will leave me flat-chested and duly scarred.  After all I've been through.  Oh fucking well.

    The insurance plan I had last year was cancelled at the end of the year, and I had to get a different one.   Lots more co-pays now for some reason, and the drug coverage sucks with a huge deductible.  I just went to get my pain medication filled, and they told me the cost was $380.  Needless to say, I can't get my medication.   It's not like the meds help a great deal, but they do something sometimes.  Now I am screwed.

    So, that's all the mundane crap of my life.

    I am just needing to start anew, pain free.  I can't go through another year like the last one.

    Thursday, December 24, 2015

    first Christmas without mom

    Honestly, during the last few years of my mom's life, there were times I didn't even see her on Christmas.  Mostly we were together, thankfully.  Usually on Christmas Eve.  That's when we celebrated.  Christmas Day was always more laid back.  Eat leftovers, and play with your toys, or veg out in front of the tv.
    This is my first Christmas Eve without my mom.  How strange not to see her in her apartment, her little tree decorated and placed on the tv.  Her Christmas cards tucked between the wood and glass on the china cabinet.  A wreath on the outside of the door.  Other little items tucked here and there.
    She would do most of the decorating herself, moving around in the wheelchair.
    She would think this weather is strange.  "It's a little spooky." I can almost hear her saying.  Today it was 70 degrees.
    Me and her, we always had a thing about the snow.  More than often the first snow would come when we were together.  My mom would say, in a singing voice, "It's snooowing!"  If we weren't together, we'd call each other, and say the same.
    She is sure in my heart this Christmas Eve.  As is my dad.
    I had such cherished moments with them.

    Book Review: Whatever is Lovely

    Whatever is Lovely is an adult coloring book for reflection and worship.

    I am not a particularly religious person, but I do appreciate the sentiments contained within this book.

    Several artists contributed to this book, so the drawings are nicely varied.  They are very pretty, and inviting.  I know I will enjoy playing with this coloring book.

    The drawings are on the right side of book.  On the left side are passages from the bible, and spirited poetry.  You can choose to pick up the book and start coloring, or just sit and read the inspiring passages.

    I look forward to getting new coloring pencils and pens so I can fully enjoy this book.  I'm sure it will be rewarding for many days to come.

    update: here are a couple of colorings so far  (click on any pic to enlarge)





    For further information, visit these links:

     I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.

    Thursday, December 17, 2015

    Book review: Life-Changing Magic, a journal


    Well, the author of this book chose an intriguing title, but failed to follow up with intriguing content.

    This is a small book, designed not like a journal, but like a diary, as it goes from January 1st to December 31st.  There is "space" in which to write, for 3 years.  It allows you a measly five lines of writing space... all three years squeezed into one page.   Diaries utilize daily, dated entries.  Journals should be more free-wheeling.

    There are mostly uninspiring quotes every two weeks or so.  Cliched at best.  Some examples:
    Only you can know what kind of environment makes you feel happy.

    Things that are cherished shine.

    Being surrounded by things that spark joy makes you happy.

    Apparently, the author, Marie Kondo, has also written a best-selling book, called The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.  If this journal is supposed to be a companion book of some sort, I fail to see the relation. 

     If you enjoy journaling, do yourself a favor and go buy a nice blank book in which to write.  Not only will you save some money, but you'll also have some room to write.

    Nothing life-changing here!

    If you want more information, see:
     I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.

    Sunday, December 6, 2015

    book review: every little thing




    Every Little Thing, by Payton Cosell Turner, is a "flat vernacular coloring book", whatever that means!
    The cover comes off to reveal a page that you can also color.  This is good, because the cover doesn't even fit the book properly, but sort of buckles it.
    It's filled with all sorts of drawing, birds, animals, butterflies, bears, leaves, squirrels, etc.  Each page is just a repetitive drawing... over and over again.  If you're going to color one butterfly, you're going to have to color 20 of them on the same page.
    It's pretty boring, and not at all inviting.  These are definitely not any of my favorite little things!

    For further info, see:
     I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.

    Saturday, December 5, 2015

    Happy Birthday, Logan!

    Logan will be 6 on December 9th.  He is growing up to be quite a guy!  He's so sweet and caring in all he does.  He's excelling in all his subjects at school, and he does well athletically.
    Last night we had his party at Bounce U.