Sure Enough

Welcome to my search for happiness and sanity in a city that is crazier than I ever imagined.

Whoever said "If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere" wasn't kidding.







Sunday, November 30, 2014

Very Sad Week

Wednesday, December 3, is the anniversary of Homer's passing. He was so much more than just a cat. He was my best friend. He was my heart. This morning as I walked, I realized the significance of Wednesday and I began to cry.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Pre-Thanksgiving Rant

I'm getting crazy calls from people I do not want to speak to, EVER. First thing in the morning, I got a call from someone from a company that makes the "I've fallen and I can't get up" device. I told the woman that I didn't need it. She tried to talk me into getting it. She would not let me end the call, so I had no choice but to hang up on her. A few hours later I got a call from a surgical supply place that had an authorization to supply me with diapers. "I don't need diapers! I NEVER NEEDED DIAPERS! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME, WASTING MY VALUABLE TIME? TAKE MY NUMBER OFF YOUR CALL LIST AND NEVER BOTHER ME AGAIN!" Life is too short to bother with the incompetence that runs rampant within the healthcare industry. I almost scheduled a delivery of the diapers to President Obama at The White House. (If anyone is shitting himself these days, it's probably him!) The sad thing is, they were going to let me! Is the day before Thanksgiving "take your idiot to work day"? This was followed by a series of collection calls that weren't even for me. Thank heavens for voice mail and delete.

Above all, I am so very thankful that I am well enough to get aggravated over this minutia. I get over it quickly and move on.

Monday, November 24, 2014

A Better Day

This morning I called CVS because I kept getting robo-calls every 5 minutes saying my prescription was ready for pick up. This would have been acceptable if: A) I had a prescription ready (I didn't) and B) I had a disease that makes you forget everything the second it happened (I don't; at least not yet). When I asked to speak to the pharmacist, the receptionist assumed I was a doctor calling in a prescription. I was thrilled because I must have sounded like my old self, Cheryl the professional, instead of Cheryl the stroke surviving patient.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Another Crappy Neighbor

After everything I have gone through in my perpetual search for the perfect apartment, yet another loud, banging baboon has moved in next door to me.  My walls are vibrating so much that my pictures are about to fall. Where do they find these animals and why do they always wind up sharing a wall with me? Just when I was getting used to monthly visits from the mice. Why do I have mice? I don't cook. I have no food. As soon as I get well enough, I'm going to get a cat. I give up! I think part of my reason for staying is I have so much stuff to pack. Not to mention that moving is a royal pain in the ass! Maybe it is time to find a better place after all.  At least when the wall collapses it will give me an excuse to withhold the exorbitant rent. And no matter what happens, I'll still have my sense of humor. Stay tuned; the sarcastic rants are back!


Ugly Christmas Sweater

I just ordered an "ugly" Christmas sweater from Tipsy Elves. Only I think it's cute. It has an adorable cat, wearing a red ribbon collar with two bells that actually jingle. The sweater is covered, front and back, with real red ribbons, and three dimensional white cotton ball snowflakes. I saw it on Shark Tank, and made a beeline for my computer. The company gives to many charities, so I can rationalize the purchase even though I'm Jewish and have no intention of attending an ugly sweater party anytime soon. Perhaps this impulse buy is related to the fully caffeinated Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte that I consumed instead of dinner. I wonder if this would have happened if I stuck to decaf. I plan to wear the sweater to a Christmas week appointment with my neurologist. The last time I saw him, his raincoat was hanging on a skeleton in his exam room. It's great to have a doctor with a sense of humor. At least someone will appreciate my unusual taste in sweaters.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Looking Back

When I was in my twenties I was invincible. Although I am much wiser now, sometimes I feel invisible. I went from invincible to invisible. How the heck did that happen?