December 6th, 2017

Let it be known... I want the freakin' plug pulled

Yesterday, I read a news story about a 70 year old man with no family who was brought to the emergency room unconscious. He had a very clear tattoo on his upper chest that read "Do Not Resuscitate" and the doctors decided that he really didn't mean it. WTF????? Fortunately, the doctors were over ruled by the hospital and their lawyers and the man died. They somehow found corroboration that his wishes were to be left alone and not revived.

But I pretty much stayed annoyed about this all day and still am. Someone goes to the trouble of getting a tattoo and they think he didn't mean it??

So... let this be my corroboration. I do not want to be resuscitated ever under any circumstances. If I am dying, let me go. It is what I want. I am clear thinking and know what I'm saying. I have given my doctor a written document of my wishes. My emergency contact - my brother - is well aware of my wishes. And... I wear a bracelet that says DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). If I wake up from someone reviving me, there will be repercussions!

Ok, now maybe I can worry about something else.

I'll worry about the pool. It was even cloudier this morning. Finally I asked the woman in the lane next to me - a regular - what she thought and she said that this happens (cloudy water) from time to time. "So, it will get fixed?" I asked and she said oh yeah. I also sent a text to a guy who works there and who texted me when I first joined. I would love to hear back from him that they are aware, and will have it fixed pronto and there will be no need to close the pool. My fingers are crossed.

My credit card, this morning, shows an electronic payment of $6,700. Said windfall is not reflected in the totals which are in line with my spreadsheet. But it's sure there in the transaction list. This does not give me a warm and comfy feeling. I understand typos, I just don't like them in my finances.

Today is errands. Well, really more killing time outside the house while the house cleaner cleans. I'll make my usual check of Goodwill inventory but the rest is so far unscripted. Maybe a grocery stop. I'm getting bored with my meals and I need some new ideas.

Right now, I need to go get dressed before she gets here.

Edit: Here's the story. And here's the New England Journal of Medicine article.

I'm getting spoiled

There's some dude at the gym who early on sent me a text asking me how I liked it. I have no clue who he is but it's very gym'ie with the un-needed and un-wanted rah rah BUT it was sure better than LA Fitness' stringent rules of not contact whatsoever at all under any circumstances even if you were standing in front of them. So I replied that all was cool.

This morning I dug up his text and sent him one asking about the pool murk. I got a very timely response that he thought it had to do with the temperature change but he'd check with maintenance and get back to me. Very quickly, he did and said it was related to the sudden cold and keeping the water temperature temperate. He said maintenance said it should be clear by this afternoon.

1. Maintenance?! They have real maintenance?? YEAH
2. This q and a took place in under 2 hours. When I got desperate, I'd email LA Fitness management. 3 days later, I'd get a reply saying they would inform the regional manager.
3. Getting an actual ETA for a fix? So nice.

I do like this gym so much. And I haven't even seen most of it. The gym-ie stuff is all upstairs and I haven't been up there. But they do have a women only workout room which is cool.

I scored some good sheets at Goodwill but I also wanted a little table for my sergers - no go. I found one on Amazon and ordered it up. The last three things I have added to the sewing room, have been added with the pronouncement that there was no room in there. And, guess what? There is now no room at all.

So I've made that room our project for when my brother and his wife come to visit. I want us to look at what can be moved where so that it's not so crowded and everything is accessible. It's probably going to mean moving some gynormous pieces of furniture which is why I'm saving it for his visit.

All of the sheets have now been added to the fabric database. I even did some updates to the pattern database. I'm feeling very datafied.

I got some fried chicken at the grocery store for dinner and some zucchini noodles. My plan is to saute the latter with some mushrooms and onions and eat the former cold or room temp and maybe some cottage cheese. I got the checker who used to be at the now closed store. I told her it was a treat to see her and she just beamed big, clearly delighted so I was very glad I'd mentioned it. "I'm very grateful to have snagged this position" and then kind of whispering "These people here are soooo nice." It was a fun little exchange. I love that store.