I have heard it from my friends mouth tho, as she had asked for a doctor that would not do anything but tell her the truth. She said she has seen many people who their doctors have filled their heads with notions that left them without time to say their goodbyes. Even relatives who she cannot say anything about her pain because they will have to tell about THEIR pain. I sheepishly amitted to her that yes, I knew I had done the same thing.
I also know pain is pain regardless of how you get it. I was brave enough to tell my mother who had it bad as a farmers wife. She was in her 70's and would remind me of how hard she had always worked. I finally snapped one day and said yes, mother I know you had it bad. But my first job was to take felt shoe parts down from a very high place at a shoe factory. My next job was at a Grant's department store where I had to manage big heavy boxes of candy.
Then the job you said I would not be able to do, a meat wrapper at Safeway. The trays would be loaded with as many as six or so heavy roasts where the butchers slid them out and I had to bend over a very high wall trying to reach the heavy trays. All the years combined daily took their tole on my back.
I look back now regretting my little spew as I had a very good mother and daddy. I wish I had gave more of my money to them. Instead I foolishly joined a record club and spent much money on records. My parents never said a word about how they could have used that money for better things. Ah to be young and so foolish again. I would do many things different now if given the chance.
I did quit the easiest job that I loved as a computer typist for six different professionals at our state library tho when mother had a surgery and my stupid boss demanded that I go back to work earlier than I could do, I went in early and quit. I asked her to let me go see a doctor as my back was hurting from all the days and nights of sleeping in chairs at hospital with mother. She refused to budge and I had used up all my sick time, vacation itme everything and she still said no. This was after the new family leave thing had been passed and I had had a run in with her so many times I was tired of fighting with this particular boss. She had a disability and no one could do anything much about her actions it seemed. I needed that visit to doctor for my back tho as I knew the work had piled up and I would be playing catch up.
My back did not improve and I soon joined the ranks like so many have had to do. I was much older by then and I quickly saw I was unable to get another job after mother was better. I had already gotten menieres disease with its bouts of nausea and dizziness and that was far worse than the trigeminal neuralgia where the lightning strikes would put me down when they hit. So i filed for diability and as I was closer to retirement age, i was granted it and I joined my former boss in that respect with a mere pittance of my former salary but I was able to rest when I needed to.
I did save some of the work that I did for one of my bosses tho. It was a front and back page thing with writing on top and down and many tiny lines with dots in certain lines. and writing on the sides. They have programs that do all this for people in todays softwear but I had to figure it out myself and hold my breath as I fed the pages into the good printer we had. It had to pick up the paper as it ran to the edges all the way around the pages. I had to do a perfect one for the front and one for ther back and them combine them on printer front and back. I worked until I got it all correct. Yes I am tickled of what I did accomplish on the computer with limited classes. I made a program on Microsoft Works that checked my figures that I had to do with the numbers on one project. If they did not match, it showed that I had done something wrong. So when I have to let mistakes go now I hate to let them from all the years I had to argue with the progessionals about spelling even. arrgh they just always knew they were right.
The secretary to the main library had me do some of her work even as she only knew one program. She was making 30 thousand plus compared to the small amount I pulled in because they had me labled as a library tech. No way and they made sure I never went when the people that came to ask about what you did for your job came in. They did not want them to know how dirty they were doing me.
I would put my counted cross stitch in a program tho and then look for something else to do on computer after I quit as I loved working on computer trying to find more things I could make it do, LOL. And after awhile let it all go to pot from not having much to do anymore and not being able to sit for long. I wanted it down somewhere tho so I could have it as a record of my years of jobs, :o. What determination to learn can do for someone eager to learn anyway. They did not find someone as good as me to replace me, I am sure of tht and not on libray tech salary.
Donna has asked for my hubby to give her eulogy. So I want to know as much about her myself because she is a brave person and I do feel ashamed at times at how much I take for granted. I know to appreciate things. I had to quit my painting classes by 2002 because I could not keep up with the others. The neuropathy was already with the arthritis working on my hands. So I was glad to bring out my paints to help Donna and she will still finish a project before I do at that. But we have fun trying and that is what is important. She is to have chemo and next thursday is when we both want to go to fire department. My cousins son is now chief of our towns fire department and he is going to come back to his dads and his first fire department to give a talk about the beginnings of fire departments in our town. We don't want to miss that so no painting next week. It is nice to see some of the men that were just kids back when I was also a member doing so well now. It should be very interesting talk.
Sorry for my long post but I did want to have a record somewhere and this is the place I hope to keep coming to for a long time. Sharing with many who I have only seen pictures of but loved reading about their daily lives very much. Mother did not like sharing me when she stayed with me but I needed to share back then and I would not have been much of a companion without being able to share my thoughts with friends on emotional support forum especially back then and still today. I am just going to hit the button and let it go. I did change all the mistakes I found as I scanned it quickly but for the content and all, not going to examine all that close
I also know pain is pain regardless of how you get it. I was brave enough to tell my mother who had it bad as a farmers wife. She was in her 70's and would remind me of how hard she had always worked. I finally snapped one day and said yes, mother I know you had it bad. But my first job was to take felt shoe parts down from a very high place at a shoe factory. My next job was at a Grant's department store where I had to manage big heavy boxes of candy.
Then the job you said I would not be able to do, a meat wrapper at Safeway. The trays would be loaded with as many as six or so heavy roasts where the butchers slid them out and I had to bend over a very high wall trying to reach the heavy trays. All the years combined daily took their tole on my back.
I look back now regretting my little spew as I had a very good mother and daddy. I wish I had gave more of my money to them. Instead I foolishly joined a record club and spent much money on records. My parents never said a word about how they could have used that money for better things. Ah to be young and so foolish again. I would do many things different now if given the chance.
I did quit the easiest job that I loved as a computer typist for six different professionals at our state library tho when mother had a surgery and my stupid boss demanded that I go back to work earlier than I could do, I went in early and quit. I asked her to let me go see a doctor as my back was hurting from all the days and nights of sleeping in chairs at hospital with mother. She refused to budge and I had used up all my sick time, vacation itme everything and she still said no. This was after the new family leave thing had been passed and I had had a run in with her so many times I was tired of fighting with this particular boss. She had a disability and no one could do anything much about her actions it seemed. I needed that visit to doctor for my back tho as I knew the work had piled up and I would be playing catch up.
My back did not improve and I soon joined the ranks like so many have had to do. I was much older by then and I quickly saw I was unable to get another job after mother was better. I had already gotten menieres disease with its bouts of nausea and dizziness and that was far worse than the trigeminal neuralgia where the lightning strikes would put me down when they hit. So i filed for diability and as I was closer to retirement age, i was granted it and I joined my former boss in that respect with a mere pittance of my former salary but I was able to rest when I needed to.
I did save some of the work that I did for one of my bosses tho. It was a front and back page thing with writing on top and down and many tiny lines with dots in certain lines. and writing on the sides. They have programs that do all this for people in todays softwear but I had to figure it out myself and hold my breath as I fed the pages into the good printer we had. It had to pick up the paper as it ran to the edges all the way around the pages. I had to do a perfect one for the front and one for ther back and them combine them on printer front and back. I worked until I got it all correct. Yes I am tickled of what I did accomplish on the computer with limited classes. I made a program on Microsoft Works that checked my figures that I had to do with the numbers on one project. If they did not match, it showed that I had done something wrong. So when I have to let mistakes go now I hate to let them from all the years I had to argue with the progessionals about spelling even. arrgh they just always knew they were right.
The secretary to the main library had me do some of her work even as she only knew one program. She was making 30 thousand plus compared to the small amount I pulled in because they had me labled as a library tech. No way and they made sure I never went when the people that came to ask about what you did for your job came in. They did not want them to know how dirty they were doing me.
I would put my counted cross stitch in a program tho and then look for something else to do on computer after I quit as I loved working on computer trying to find more things I could make it do, LOL. And after awhile let it all go to pot from not having much to do anymore and not being able to sit for long. I wanted it down somewhere tho so I could have it as a record of my years of jobs, :o. What determination to learn can do for someone eager to learn anyway. They did not find someone as good as me to replace me, I am sure of tht and not on libray tech salary.
Donna has asked for my hubby to give her eulogy. So I want to know as much about her myself because she is a brave person and I do feel ashamed at times at how much I take for granted. I know to appreciate things. I had to quit my painting classes by 2002 because I could not keep up with the others. The neuropathy was already with the arthritis working on my hands. So I was glad to bring out my paints to help Donna and she will still finish a project before I do at that. But we have fun trying and that is what is important. She is to have chemo and next thursday is when we both want to go to fire department. My cousins son is now chief of our towns fire department and he is going to come back to his dads and his first fire department to give a talk about the beginnings of fire departments in our town. We don't want to miss that so no painting next week. It is nice to see some of the men that were just kids back when I was also a member doing so well now. It should be very interesting talk.
Sorry for my long post but I did want to have a record somewhere and this is the place I hope to keep coming to for a long time. Sharing with many who I have only seen pictures of but loved reading about their daily lives very much. Mother did not like sharing me when she stayed with me but I needed to share back then and I would not have been much of a companion without being able to share my thoughts with friends on emotional support forum especially back then and still today. I am just going to hit the button and let it go. I did change all the mistakes I found as I scanned it quickly but for the content and all, not going to examine all that close
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