After a night in, I believe, Omaha, NE, I found myself energized enough to drive the rest of the way to where I was headed, which was the Days Inn in Elgin.
After having already gone through the life-sized rollercoaster called The Rockies, Nebraska and Iowa seemed like nothing to drive through...except that the speed limit on the highway in those two states is 70 mph, and trucks are not required to slow down and stay in the right-hand lane...so essentially, EVERYONE gets to go 70 mph, in EVERY lane. For me, this was a bit of a challenge, as my transmission was already starting to show signs of wearing. I did the best that I could, but sometimes it didn't seem to shift up into a higher speed for me, and I found myself going relatively slow, considering how people seem to want to go faster than the posted speed limit.
I remember making a few stops along the way, one being in Iowa, where I had one of my tires checked. I must have thought it looked low or something.
And, three years ago today, was when I drove past the highway sign for a town called What Cheer, Iowa. Boy, I had to do a double-take when I saw that one!
Finally, come evening, I entered Illinois. Aaaaaahhhhh...the Midwest...that I hadn't seen since 1997.
By the time I got into Illinois, it was already starting to get dark.
I entered greater Chicago shortly after midnight. This was where, and when, I accidentally went off-roading, for 2 of the scariest seconds of my life since I left the Rockies. Long story short, my headlights just weren't bright enough to carry me through the rural backroads of greater Chicago after midnight...so I ended up going off the road, quite by accident, and went right back on the road as fast as I could.
Finally, around 1am on July 27th, 2006, I arrived at the Days Inn in Elgin, IL...and took the rest of the day off, so I would be rested up enough to enjoy what I went out there for in the first place.
Naturally, I'll finish this tale! I'm on a roll here.
But...we're gonna take a late stroll around the neighborhood in a minute here, so I gotta run.
Good night, sweetheart, good night!!! Love ya!! Thanks for stopping by!!
Ta-ta, for now!
(poofski)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Seats, Anyone???
One more idea quickly before I turn everything off and get my beauty rest.
Anyone want some leather seats?? They're in pretty good shape for their age (came out of a 1989 Toyota Cressida). As I once put in an eBay listing, get creative. You could use these for living room seats...or seats for some other room.
The other thing is, I have some other spare parts left over from when we had a 1983 Cressida and a 1985 Supra. Just thought I'd mention it. Check CraigsList, San Diego. I have several listings there, including these seats.
Thanks for considering, or at least reading!!
Now, I really DO mean, Good night...ta-ta...etc.
Love ya!!
(poofski)
Anyone want some leather seats?? They're in pretty good shape for their age (came out of a 1989 Toyota Cressida). As I once put in an eBay listing, get creative. You could use these for living room seats...or seats for some other room.
The other thing is, I have some other spare parts left over from when we had a 1983 Cressida and a 1985 Supra. Just thought I'd mention it. Check CraigsList, San Diego. I have several listings there, including these seats.
Thanks for considering, or at least reading!!
Now, I really DO mean, Good night...ta-ta...etc.
Love ya!!
(poofski)
"Over, Under, Sideways, and Down"
So if I ended yesterday in Avon, Colorado, that meant that I drove through the rest of Colorado today, three years ago. July 25, 2006. What a drive!!!! As the song title says, "Over, Under, Sideways, and Down". Geez!! I'd give anything for that adventure again, BUT at the time, I thought I was gonna die! Thank goodness, I made it through, ending the day in Nebraska, I believe. Yes. Nebraska. I drove through Colorado, just missing Denver, as I was on I-76--just west of Denver. This is a beautiful country. I can't believe I actually drove through so much of it!
And, by the way, my transmission problem is NOT caused by that gear selector switch. So, we're back to Square 1. We figured we'd analyze that part of the situation ourselves...my sweetheart and myself. Thank goodness I do have someone here who cares about me, and who also happens to know how to work on cars more so than I do. Too bad neither of us are equipped to handle this particular transmission. There WILL be a solution to this; I just have no idea what at this moment.
No wonder I'm so tired. It's after midnight, and I didn't get a nap in today.
So....
Good night, sweetheart, good night!!! Love ya!!
Best wishes, ta-taa, etc.
(poofski)
And, by the way, my transmission problem is NOT caused by that gear selector switch. So, we're back to Square 1. We figured we'd analyze that part of the situation ourselves...my sweetheart and myself. Thank goodness I do have someone here who cares about me, and who also happens to know how to work on cars more so than I do. Too bad neither of us are equipped to handle this particular transmission. There WILL be a solution to this; I just have no idea what at this moment.
No wonder I'm so tired. It's after midnight, and I didn't get a nap in today.
So....
Good night, sweetheart, good night!!! Love ya!!
Best wishes, ta-taa, etc.
(poofski)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
More "PD" info~~
To refresh your memory, "PD"=Peritoneal Dialysis.
I'm sooooo tired of being on ANY dialysis...BUT, that's not really....I mean....never mind.
Friday--as in yesterday, I went over to the same "PD" clinic where I used to go when I first started "PD" here in San Diego the first time, two years ago. My nurse remembered me immediately, and of course I remember her. I missed it there, so it's good to be back. The only reason I'm back there, is because I told Fresenius that I didn't want to go to the Fresenius "PD" clinic.
I had my dressing changed, and my nurse flushed the "PD" catheter. There was sure a lot of blood in that catheter, which is rare, but does happen sometimes, in some people. Geez, no wonder I feel anemic again, after losing that much blood!!!
Monday, I have to go back and have the catheter flushed again, and next week probably, I can start training. Every time you go back on "PD", you have to be re-trained, just to be sure you know what you're doing, so you don't make a mistake and get peritonitis. Trust me; I had peritonitis twice and almost died from it both times. You do NOT want to get peritionitis, so re-learning what you're doing when you are your own nurse, is important.
My nurse also remembered my cats...although I am pretty sure she only saw Jerry when she was here two years ago. My little Jerry.
Oh...to change the subject for a minute, little Cousin seems to be fussy these days. Wonder what's gotten into him.
Anyway, so that's what's up with the whole "PD" thing. So, hopefully I'll be off hemo. pretty soon, as early as next week, or whenever I've been re-trained and whenever Baxter can come over and deliver me a month's supply of stuff. Geez, I wonder where we're gonna put it all...... Damn it, no matter where I live, there's just no room for my "PD" supplies!!! DAMN!!!! Yet, with hemo., I'd be a "one-arm wonder", not able to do half the things that I still can. I really DO need a transplant, don't I....Absolutely, right??? Yup!!!
OK, here's the thing. I have other things to take care of here before bed, so....
Good night, my sweetheart~~~ta-taaaaaaaa for now!!
(poofski)
I'm sooooo tired of being on ANY dialysis...BUT, that's not really....I mean....never mind.
Friday--as in yesterday, I went over to the same "PD" clinic where I used to go when I first started "PD" here in San Diego the first time, two years ago. My nurse remembered me immediately, and of course I remember her. I missed it there, so it's good to be back. The only reason I'm back there, is because I told Fresenius that I didn't want to go to the Fresenius "PD" clinic.
I had my dressing changed, and my nurse flushed the "PD" catheter. There was sure a lot of blood in that catheter, which is rare, but does happen sometimes, in some people. Geez, no wonder I feel anemic again, after losing that much blood!!!
Monday, I have to go back and have the catheter flushed again, and next week probably, I can start training. Every time you go back on "PD", you have to be re-trained, just to be sure you know what you're doing, so you don't make a mistake and get peritonitis. Trust me; I had peritonitis twice and almost died from it both times. You do NOT want to get peritionitis, so re-learning what you're doing when you are your own nurse, is important.
My nurse also remembered my cats...although I am pretty sure she only saw Jerry when she was here two years ago. My little Jerry.
Oh...to change the subject for a minute, little Cousin seems to be fussy these days. Wonder what's gotten into him.
Anyway, so that's what's up with the whole "PD" thing. So, hopefully I'll be off hemo. pretty soon, as early as next week, or whenever I've been re-trained and whenever Baxter can come over and deliver me a month's supply of stuff. Geez, I wonder where we're gonna put it all...... Damn it, no matter where I live, there's just no room for my "PD" supplies!!! DAMN!!!! Yet, with hemo., I'd be a "one-arm wonder", not able to do half the things that I still can. I really DO need a transplant, don't I....Absolutely, right??? Yup!!!
OK, here's the thing. I have other things to take care of here before bed, so....
Good night, my sweetheart~~~ta-taaaaaaaa for now!!
(poofski)
Friday, July 24, 2009
I stand corrected~~
So here's the thing.
My trip started on a Sunday, three years ago. BUT--
It was the 23rd--NOT the 22nd!!
So, everything I've said so far since the 22nd, has to be pushed forward a day.
I really must move this calendar in the computer room here from March to July. Wonder why I didn't think of that before.
TODAY, three years ago, was when I drove through Green River, Utah, and ended my day in Avon, Colorado.
(*sigh*) I'm having a headache at the moment, so I'll be back later. Just let me take a Percocet...or a Vicodin...(for the time being, I have a choice. What AM I going to do with myself...)
Today was a busy day, and I do have much new news for you, but I'll have to come back later with that.
Gotta RUN for now.
Love ya!! Ta-taaaaaaa...till laytah, my gaytah...
(poofski)
My trip started on a Sunday, three years ago. BUT--
It was the 23rd--NOT the 22nd!!
So, everything I've said so far since the 22nd, has to be pushed forward a day.
I really must move this calendar in the computer room here from March to July. Wonder why I didn't think of that before.
TODAY, three years ago, was when I drove through Green River, Utah, and ended my day in Avon, Colorado.
(*sigh*) I'm having a headache at the moment, so I'll be back later. Just let me take a Percocet...or a Vicodin...(for the time being, I have a choice. What AM I going to do with myself...)
Today was a busy day, and I do have much new news for you, but I'll have to come back later with that.
Gotta RUN for now.
Love ya!! Ta-taaaaaaa...till laytah, my gaytah...
(poofski)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
"Green River"...and "Over, Under, Sideways, and Down"
Three years ago today saw me driving through Green River, Utah (and wondering if the song "Green River" had been inspired by that town, or another Green River, or what; I still haven't researched that)...I drove through a few other places as well...ultimately ending the day in Avon, Colorado, I believe. Yes. Avon, Colorado. Land of the "roundabouts." I'll never forget that. That means I'd already driven through Arizona...Grand Canyon and all...and was soon to drive through or near the Rockies. THE ROCKIES!!!?????!!! Yes, the Rockies. So, essentially, three years ago today, my trip was already beginning to resemble the song title: "Over, Under, Sideways, and Down." Well...an SUV, with inexpensive shocks...through canyons and mountains like I've never been through before...no wonder! What an adventure!! I wish really that I could do that again!!!
So you may be wondering, was my trip worth it??? If you don't think so, you don't know Dick Biondi too well, if at all. Sure, my trip was worth it. Just too bad I didn't have my transmission serviced first, because a year later, it went bonkers on me, and I still haven't been able to do anything about that.
The other thing is, of course, that I'm rather adventurous. Was I a happy camper sitting in Cleveland for a year and a half, with no sweetheart, no adventure, no nothing but boredom??? NO!!!!!
I gotta make this brief, forgive me. I have a few other things to do before bed.
Goodnight, my sweetheart, goodnight. Ta-taaaaaa, for now!
(poofski) :-)
So you may be wondering, was my trip worth it??? If you don't think so, you don't know Dick Biondi too well, if at all. Sure, my trip was worth it. Just too bad I didn't have my transmission serviced first, because a year later, it went bonkers on me, and I still haven't been able to do anything about that.
The other thing is, of course, that I'm rather adventurous. Was I a happy camper sitting in Cleveland for a year and a half, with no sweetheart, no adventure, no nothing but boredom??? NO!!!!!
I gotta make this brief, forgive me. I have a few other things to do before bed.
Goodnight, my sweetheart, goodnight. Ta-taaaaaa, for now!
(poofski) :-)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
It's Been Twee Long Years (Part Deux)
So, three years ago today...er, ah...three years ago yesterday (July 23...a Sunday that year), was when I began my long, long trip.
Here is the sweet little, undermaintained Isuzu that I made my trip in.
As I was getting ready to leave, I told my three cats that I was going to see Dick Biondi, who was newly out of work, and that I'd be back soon...in a few days, most likely. To which my cat Jerry replied, "Meow-WOW-i." (He was trying to say "Biondi"; to this day, I'm convinced of that.)
And, this time of day--12:04AM on the 24th--I had either just crossed the California/Nevada state line, or hadn't quite yet crossed it. I really don't remember.
And thus began my long, long, long trip halfway across the country. Everywhere I went, was this horrible heatwave! I would have roasted to death had my air conditioner not been working. BUT--too damn bad we forgot to maintain the transmission before I left. In the driveway as I type, sits this Isuzu...because the transmission only lasted about a year after I returned from my trip--from San Diego, CA, to East Dundee, IL. Going there, I actually did stop to spend the night at various places along the way. I remember seeing a town called What Cheer, Iowa. What an odd name for a place, I thought. Coming back here, I pulled over to those rest stops and slept in the truck. Damn, I must be adventurous!!!
So, now that I'm on dialysis, I really can't afford to be that adventurous...and I miss it. So, that brings me back to the fact that I really need a transplant, sooner than later. All my nurses agree. Everyone I know agrees. It just comes back around to that, though.
Well...it's way past my bedtime.
Good night, sweetheart...ta-ta, for now!!
(poofski) :-)
Here is the sweet little, undermaintained Isuzu that I made my trip in.
As I was getting ready to leave, I told my three cats that I was going to see Dick Biondi, who was newly out of work, and that I'd be back soon...in a few days, most likely. To which my cat Jerry replied, "Meow-WOW-i." (He was trying to say "Biondi"; to this day, I'm convinced of that.)
And, this time of day--12:04AM on the 24th--I had either just crossed the California/Nevada state line, or hadn't quite yet crossed it. I really don't remember.
And thus began my long, long, long trip halfway across the country. Everywhere I went, was this horrible heatwave! I would have roasted to death had my air conditioner not been working. BUT--too damn bad we forgot to maintain the transmission before I left. In the driveway as I type, sits this Isuzu...because the transmission only lasted about a year after I returned from my trip--from San Diego, CA, to East Dundee, IL. Going there, I actually did stop to spend the night at various places along the way. I remember seeing a town called What Cheer, Iowa. What an odd name for a place, I thought. Coming back here, I pulled over to those rest stops and slept in the truck. Damn, I must be adventurous!!!
So, now that I'm on dialysis, I really can't afford to be that adventurous...and I miss it. So, that brings me back to the fact that I really need a transplant, sooner than later. All my nurses agree. Everyone I know agrees. It just comes back around to that, though.
Well...it's way past my bedtime.
Good night, sweetheart...ta-ta, for now!!
(poofski) :-)
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