Bells and Whistles

Alarms.  Generally a good thing.  Sometimes not.  We have a hardwired alarm system in our house.  Makes all the calls automatically.  Sounds pretty good.  It’s HIGHLY sensitive.  Sensitivity compounded by 3 detectors in close proximity to the stove.  See where I’m going?  I had a cast iron pan that had some grease left in it.  I put in on low to loosen up the grease so I could wipe it out.  Decided to quick run to the bathroom.  Yeah, big mistake.  By the time I got back, the grease smoked, the alarms went WILD and the police and fire department had been called. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened.  Of course we call and tell them it isn’t an emergency, but they have to follow protocol.  Protocol?  Police officers, fire trucks, bells, whistles, lights, fire police men in uniform.  All up and down the street.  And you know what happens when you hear the fire truck going down your street—you step outside and look.  And there I am looking MORTIFIED. 

The funny part of all of this is that I know the police officers and the firemen.  And they laugh when they pull up and I am standing in the driveway telling them to turn off their lights and go home.  They uninitiated look all eager to put out the non-existent fire–and disappointed when they realize it’s just a false alarm.

My heart is still pounding.  I’d hate to have my blood pressure taken now–they’d whisk me off to the hospital for having a heart attack.  And Lord knows my mother and I don’t need to be roommates in the hospital.  Yeah, my mother is in the hospital for cellulits (inflammation/infection of the connective tissue) in her leg.  Her disposition is rather surly these days.  She’s on complete bedrest while she receives massive doses of IV antibiotics.  She’s had a slew of crazy roommates–a woman who broke both of her arms playing dogeball.  Yeah, dodgeball.  Fell backwards over a kid who just sat down where he was when he "got out".  A 96-year old woman with some dementia and an overactive bladder.  A woman with a gazillion drainage tubes hanging out of her stomach.  Fortunately she’s hanging by herself right now.  Probably a good thing for everyone.

Back to pretending to be Consuela, the maid…

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oh no I would have been mortified too!! Ryn: My calorie intake this past week has been around 800 to 1050. Before it was around 1500 So I really havent cut that many calories out of my diet Ive just stopped snacking.

ryn: Long time, no hear. The rolls royce thing wasn’t a ganster car. It just LOOKS the part for what I’m wanting from what I have to choose from. Noting you privately on the destination thing.

Ansonborough Inn.

June 22, 2006

RYN: We actually do have a laptop. I was thinking about bringing it with us, when we do visit, just to see if I could pick up a connection 🙂

September 4, 2006

tried it. and all she wanted to do was was talk about it and i couldnt talk about what i wrote. or she wanted to talk about body image…ok my problems go way farther than body image. she chalked it up to the fact that i hide my body behind oversized clothes and if i stopped doing that, ppl would see my real figure and compliment me and id feel better about myself and then wouldnt feel the need

September 4, 2006

purge. yea shes full of shit. ive had an eating disorder since i was about 12 years old. wearing better fitting clothes wont help. thats just an example. so its really pointless. trust me, ive tried everything with my shrink that anyone could possibly try.

September 7, 2006

thank you for your disgression

September 7, 2006

RYN: The commander said that he’d fight for Tom, that he thinks that Tom has done enough to fight for. Still no promises though but at least it’s something.

September 8, 2006

hell yea! roll tide!!

ryn: long time, no hear. how are you?

RYN: Ive got the for color treated Shampoo and COnditioner Must be because i like really hot water.

ryn: we’re still (back) in charleston. musc is here, so it’s all good. 🙂

Hi. Thank you so much for your notes. I love your diary colors. I am assuming that you have more recent entries. Are they faves only?

February 8, 2007

i emailed her about an hour ago.

ryn: well, that’s what a crappy marriage and severe depression with the wrong meds will do to you. for me, it was mostly the meds. i’m in a much happier place now with a man i know i was truely meant to be with. i’m “myself”. that’s the difference. no meds for me after that though. that was a horrible time in my life. ry other part of the note: indeed. fun stuff.