Post-Trip

When I returned home from my mini-vacation, I guess I needed a vacation to recover from my vacation. Hee. That's one long road trip.

The girls had fun. Jetskiing. Motorcycling. Hubby brought along the game he bought at the "Man's Store" that's gaining popularity called "Lasso Golf." It's a backyard-type game that looks like a vertical ladder with three rungs and a two-ended golfball-like balls are held together by a rope. I say, why not whip the things in the air like you do when lassoing and then throw it? But you just throw it like you are pitching a softball. It's fun and anyone can play.

Since I am left-handed, I am always discovering things I can do with my right hand. Why? I don't know. I write and eat with my left hand. I used to play tennis with my left hand. But everything else, it's my right hand. I throw darts, toss balls, and bowl with my right hand and can't do it with my left. Go figure.

You know that saying that goes something like, "If the right side of the brain is controlled by the left side, then left-handed people are in their right minds?" Well, I think I'm screwed. LOL.

Here's some pictures of Flare and Angel on Grampa's big toy. The girls are going to turn into biker chicks.






and here's one with Angel on a jetski:

(Thank you, C., for sending me these pixs.)

After returning home from our trip, I got that vaccine I needed to take. I think that any "under the weather thing" I was feeling was all in my head. (Believe me, I've got enough up there besides air.) I am fine now. I am still a bit stuffed-up, but then I am always that way when I wake up. It clears up in a couple of hours.

When I called, (yes, with my better ear I can do okay on the phone, again, it depends on the voice and on the topic. I HAVE to know what the speaker is talking about in order to understand anything on the phone. I can pretty much predict what will be asked for a clinical visit to get a shot.)

I told the receptionist that I needed to get the vaccine two weeks before the surgery. It's to prevent meningitis. I needed the Pneumovox 23 shot.

So the girls and I headed out to the hospital. The nurse was going to give me the meningitis shot. I had my prescription with me. It said Pneumovax 23. She says, "This is not the meningitis shot you said you wanted."

Oh. BLOND MOMENT. "Does it have something to do with meningitis?"

The nurse frowned at me and placed a call to the facility where I was going to get the surgery done. "Yep, it's only the P 23. "

Okay. (It does get confusing when you know that meningitis is a concern with CI-cochlear implant patients.)

Well, at least I know it's the right one. I still have soreness in the area of the shot, but otherwise I'm good. This shot is a lifetime shot. No more shots are needed. Yay. I hate shots with a passion. Of course, I would rather get a shot than to take a pill. Go figure.

Well, that's it for now.

OXOX

P.S. Happy Birthday, Hubby. Love ya.