My phone has been ringing and there were numerous visitors. Sometimes they overlapped. I even went on a field trip.
One of my neighbors came knocking in the morning. She had a loaf of bread. A guy I always talk to had told her I was looking for food on the free table. I explained that I am in no danger of starving to death. I told her about my food strategy. I look constantly on the free table and go to the park for food regularly so that I will always have enough.
My daughter had a link to this article about food stamps.
I have been on food stamps a long time. Never have I been as poor as the people in the article, or even close. That’s because I have usually had a garden. I have done canning, freezing, drying, root cellaring, etc. And whenever I have had any surplus money, I added food to my cupboards. Most of my food is from scratch. I use cheap ingredients to make products that cost a heck of a lot more when bought pre-made.
I live on the same block as a 7-11. I NEVER go there. Some people in this building go there multiple times a day. Several of us old folks were sitting in the lobby chatting. The woman who does my laundry said she was going to 7-11, so I went to look. There were two cases of hot rollers cooking all sorts of tubular foods. Another case had pizza and hash browns and I think chicken. There were huge counters for drinks and there was a bigger display case of muffins, donuts and other baked goods than the huge grocery store has. The prices for all these foods was maybe 4 times more than regular grocery prices and many times more than the cost of making them at home. It grossed me out to think about eating and drinking this garbage daily. No wonder the regulars are the same people who are desperately trying to borrow money for the last half of every month! It’s tough to get ahead if you don’t plan ahead.
One of my phone calls just about had me lying on the floor in shock. That surgeon who can’t fix my hernia, did indeed have a close friend who was a neurologist. And somehow the idiot neuro was not successful in blocking my access to him. I got an appointment for next month to discuss IVIg for my MG 🙂
Another call was from the wheelchair company. Before I got around to calling them back, there were 2 wheelchair technicians at my door. They tilted the seat back, which was a huge job. Wow! Tons more comfy!
Now back to morning. Of course, the stomper woke me up. I had on CPAP and oxygen, but I couldn’t breathe. I blew my nose at least a dozen times and gave up the idea of bed. Went to the bathroom and discovered the source of my respiratory distress. Perfume! It was coming in through the vent. It has affected me worse than cigarette smoke. I had to use the inhaler twice today….and I haven’t stopped blowing my nose since waking up. I think my Benadryl is starting to kick in, though.
The man who drove his car all over town to get me a battery, refused to take the $10 I handed him. He is the man in charge of a quilt raffle that’s this Saturday to benefit the tenant’s association. He was lamenting that only sixty-something tickets have been sold. Aha! I could pay him back in a round about way by buying tickets. I wrote the names of friends on the tickets. I don’t need another quilt. I used my secret technique for winning when people draw tickets. I will let you know if it works 🙂
Also, all day I have had a pain in my left belly. It’s the right one that has the hernia. At times, the pain goes up to a 10. It gets brutal! Yesterday I had the sensation of ripping or tearing. Today it’s stabbing and searing. Not good.
And…I might have found my dream van. It’s a 1994 Dodge Ram 2500 with a wheelchair lift. Only 90,000 miles on it. The guy doesn’t want to sell it until mid December. I could both camp AND take my wheelchair. Hmmmmm……