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Gift Giving...

12/2/2018

My brother Alan has been coming over to build some cabinets in our garage for us. We have been living in a state of suspended animation since we moved a year and a half ago. When completed, we will finally be able to unpack and organize a portion of our lives. It is a good feeling to have something to look forward to. I try to keep him company during the building process. It’s important for his morale. The fact that he was so willing to give his time and his talent to help means a lot. It is a gift to which we are very grateful. To show my appreciation, I let him lick the bowl from the leftover thanksgiving marshmallow salad.

Not all gifts are appreciated or well received. Some things people call gifts really aren’t gifts at all. We had a neighbor’s dog leave a “gift” in our front yard once. I promptly returned it to that neighbor. The flu is not a gift but every year at this time there are people who think it is, and insist on giving it to those around them. They cavalierly march around telling everyone within earshot how they have a 115 degree temp, puked up a fleet of Mac trucks the last 5 days, but they were committed enough to make it to your Christmas party. Gee thanks a bunch. Memo to those people… stay away! Take your deviled eggs and go home. We don’t want your illness or gift.

Some gifts never seem to go away. They just come back around again. For years, my brothers had a box of tuna helper that got passed around as a house warming gift each time one of us would move. A pretty extravagant gift for a bachelor. After the infamous hamburger helper incident of 1975 however, we were all afraid to eat it. Be aware, the gifts that you give an elderly person could very well be gifted back to you at a not so distant date. I have a very nice sweater I gifted my dad before he passed. I’m thankful for my good taste.

The people pleasers will ask you what you want before they give you a gift. You have to be careful with this ploy. I once made the mistake of telling my wife that I needed a T shirt. Her OCD side kicked in and I ended up with T shirts in every color the manufacturer ever made. That was when Clinton was in office. I’m wearing the last of the batch as I’m writing this.

Expecting a gift is poor sportsmanship and results in a 25 yard penalty. So how bad is it if you got a subscription to Jelly of the Month? Expecting can be the ugly cousin of contentment. Is it really that important? Can you remember what you got last year or the year before? It’s really the gesture that’s important, right?

Somehow I don’t think that all those Black Friday purchases are meant as gifts for someone else. I often hear people admit they gave themselves a gift. If you believe what the commercials tell you, you deserve it. It doesn’t take much convincing. I have to admit I like to give myself gifts although mine usually come in the form of a psychological pick me up, not a new Lexus. I once left a “gift” in the form of a dead cockroach on the time clock for the day crew just prior to their shift ending. A good many of the girls decided to work overtime that day. It sure lifted my spirits.

The irony of Black Friday is when people behave like sub species less than 24 hours after Thanksgiving, for bargains that will ultimately wind up in a thrift store or landfill. The ducks at the lake behave with more civility when I feed them. In the words of the great philosopher Rodney King “Why can’t we all just get along.” We can’t get thru one day dedicated to giving thanks before we are strategizing our need to get more. Thank you Lord for all our blessings. Now either get out of my way, or help me load these super plasma LED giant 250 inch bad boys in my cart or else. After all, the tv’s I currently have, are only 240 inch. I know the Lord wants me to have the latest and greatest. Why else would I have noticed the sale?

As a believer, we always have something to look forward to. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11 We have so many gifts to be thankful for, it’s impossible to list them all. I dare you to try. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17 Some gifts are absolutely priceless. You won’t find those at some Black Friday sale. We just tend to take them for granted. Take a few of those gifts away and your whole world can be turned upside down. I saw a sign on a neighbors porch the other day. It read: Thankful, Grateful, Blessed. I had to wonder if they would still display such a sign if they were in a homeless shelter, hospital or had recently spent time at a funeral home. Were they thankful and grateful only because they thought they were blessed?

Occasionally we get a gift that we really needed that we had no idea we needed until we got it. We stopped at the grocery store today after therapy. Currently, I am struggling to learn to walk on my own again. I had a brief encounter with someone named Marie in the store. She was maneuvering through the jammed aisles, pulling a grocery cart with one hand and pushing an oversized special needs wheelchair with the other. She was doing it all with a smile on her face. Her grown, cerebral palsy daughter had a big smile on her face and was thrilled to be out. That made Marie happy. No matter how difficult the circumstances, Marie found a reason to be joyful. She wished me a blessed day as she went on her way. That my friends just might help answer the age old question of “why does God let bad things happen to good people?” You see every now and then we all need an example to help fine tune our perspective.

We really are grateful to my brother for all his help. I know he’s helping because he wants to. That makes it a true gift. Perhaps, some day I can repay him, though I know he’s not expecting that. Even if it will be just a box of tuna helper.

Copyright © Brian Dietz

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The Planner

11/1/2018

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We like to mark occasions. It gives us an opportunity to celebrate, honor or reflect on past events. Last year, November 6, 2017 marked our 35th wedding anniversary. To celebrate, we had hoped to take a nice vacation. We don’t travel much so the idea of seeing some nice green scenery, staying in a hotel where you don’t have to push the furniture in front of the door for safety and perhaps eat someplace that doesn’t ask how many packets of hot sauce we want seemed appealing. Needless to say, our plans changed. For some reason we kept putting off finalizing any plans for the trip. First we moved, then I got sick. Then, October 24, 2017 Dr. Frank Hsu practiced his pumpkin carving on my head. My anniversurgery if you will. I told the nurses that I wasn’t able to get my wife a gift but she got me a new brain. My wife has always had a knack for giving extravagant gifts.

My wife likes to keep a planner. I do not. It's not as though I do a lot of planning anymore. This past year especially, I tend to live one day at a time. She coordinates the appointments and I just show up. My wife’s planner is something of a combination calendar, file, address book, scrapbook and journal. She keeps track of all kinds of things that I just plain forget about. Birthdays, anniversaries, graduation dates, doctor appointments, medications. She keeps all of her old planners for reference. Its like a resource center at a university library. It’s the planner that keeps on giving. If you want to know when something significant happened in our family, chances are, she has it written down somewhere in one of her planners with all the details necessary. Not that she is forgetful, on the contrary. She tends to be something of a savant compared to me. She is a numbers person. I am not. I don’t have enough appendages to perform anything more than simple math. She is a payroll accountant for the local water district. She accurately computes complex figures in her head faster than a calculator. She can tell you the birthdays of all the day care kids that she had 30 years ago. Out of the blue she will say to me “ today is Trevors birthday. He’ll be this old now.” I will usually respond, Trevor who? It was a good thing it was my brain that needed the overhaul and not her’s. Where my brain is a Ford, her brain is a Lamborghini. I keep track of really important things like the starting lineup for 1972 Lakers or the name of the traveling salesman in Little Big Man.

My wife brings her planner with her to all my appointments. My doctors know that the appointment isn’t over until she puts the planner down. She takes notes so later on when I say to her “what the heck did he say?” She will pull out her planner and give me a recap. She’s like having a personal secretary with me all the time. I have to be careful with this though. She is a stickler for details. Nothing gets by her. Armed with her planner she is downright deadly. This habit of record keeping has served the family well on more than one occasion but I have also lost my share of disagreements because of it.

The planner is like taking a snapshot of our lives. There was a time when it was filled with things like best friends, ball games and birthday parties. Now its filled with the unplanned. We just want to get through the day. Pile on everyday chores and the idea of planning anything seems almost laughable. Asking us for more than what we’ve already been handed at this point is too much. Juggling doctors appointments, pharmacies, and insurance companies leaves little time, energy or desire for anything else.

If only we could just plan our lives like placing an order at a fine restaurant. I’ll have the successful career along with good health please, and throw in a couple hundred acres of prime woodland, and a yellow Labrador. I have to wonder if God gets a good laugh when he sees us making all our plans. You might think you’re going to that event next month but I wouldn’t count on it if I were you. “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails” Proverbs 19:21. Thank GOD! I wouldn’t want some amateur running things. The bigger the problem, the more we want a professional to take over. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

My wife will continue to use her planners. We still hope to take that trip someday, God willing. It may not be when or where we planned, but chances are my wife will have it penciled in her planner.

Copyright © Brian Dietz

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Miracles in the midst of mayhem

10/3/2018

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Life is full of speed bumps. We do our best to navigate around them but every now and then one rocks your world. Beginning in 2017, we crashed head-on into a mountain of manure. Since that time we have gone through a minefield of physical, emotional and spiritual distress. We’ve been placed in a press and squeezed to our breaking point. We've walked through the valley of the shadow of death and back. We were in the midst of the darkest, most trying time of our life. Our faith was tested. Our resolve was tested. Our will power was tested. It was a fertilizer free-for-all. Everybody, at one time or another is going to face what may seem like a Mt. Everest of problems. We were facing the uphill climb of our lives. Even though many things went sideways for us, it wasn’t all bad. There were good things that happened that we never expected. You look for victories wherever you can. “Extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment of extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial of extraordinary graces.” Matthew Henry

The great thing about this life is you can choose to believe whatever you want. I believe I’ll have another cookie thank you very much. My wife and I believe in God. Crazy as you think this may sound, we also believe that the Bible is still very much relevant. Therefore we believe in divine intervention. We believe in heaven and hell. We live knowing heaven is far greater than anything this world has to offer. We believe that God is infinitely more powerful than we can imagine. We believe God created us, and all that exists. We also know that we all have a choice what to believe. Things that others might say are luck or chance or karma we choose to see as an act of God. Those are the moments we feel the need to recognize. We believe God is performing countless miracles in our lives but, most of the time they go unnoticed, or we choose to discredit His achievements. One of our faults as humans is we like to take credit for everything good and blame God for everything we perceive as bad. Even though our former church at the time, failed us in remarkable fashion, we never lost our faith. It is our personal relationship with Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that matters more than where we worship. God supplied us with what we needed time and again.

We believe that during this past year, on numerous occasions, God intervened on our behalf.

It had to be divine intervention when out of the blue, a local realtor presented us with a unique opportunity. Even though at the time we weren’t thinking of moving. Shortly thereafter, we were able to move into our single story home right before I began to have severe vertigo. I couldn’t handle the elevation change of sitting up in bed. There was no way I would have been able to navigate the stairs in the two story home we had. It’s hard to put into words how much of a miracle this truly was.
When we were referred to the top ranked brain surgeon at UCI who was willing and able to do the surgery, we chose to believe that God played a part.
For weeks, I would get violently ill if I so much as looked the wrong way. I had to stare at a single spot on the wall all day long or I would get sick. I couldn’t read or watch tv. (They were probably all my wife’s shows anyway and that would have made me more ill). I would get dizzy if i closed my eyes to try to sleep. I was living a catch 22. My TN was worse because I wasn’t getting the rest I needed. I also wasn’t able to keep the proper amount of meds in my system due to getting sick constantly. The TN was also causing me to get dizzy. When you get an electrical jolt in your face, it can snap your neck backward and double you over in pain. Easily, the kind of movement that can cause a person to take a trip to Commode Island via the good ship Vertigo. People were forced to stand directly in front of me to make eye contact when talking. Everyone around me was afraid to move. The slightest movement would send me reeling. As soon as i got dizzy, i would get sick. I lost 40 pounds in a two week period. I was blowing Weight Watchers out of the water. I couldn't make it to the local emergency room just down the street without getting terribly sick. So how was I able to ride 80 miles to get to UCI Medical Center for an MRI and surgery without getting dizzy and sick unless God was lending a helping hand.
Making it through brain surgery successfully, while retaining the majority of brain functions with little damage, was truly an act of God. Making it through brain surgery successfully, while retaining the majority of brain functions with little damage. Making it through brain surgery successfully…
God was protecting me from choking when I had to learn to chew and swallow again.
God helped me regain my voice and vision.
It was God’s perfect timing on display when I made it through the critical phase of the brain surgery recovery before having a major blood clot develop six months later due to a complication from a broken collar bone which happened decades prior.
And it was divine intervention when a top ranked vascular surgeon who specialized in thoracic outlet syndrome, happened to be in the ER and diagnosed the cause of the blood clot and helped save my life. The other ER doctors didn’t see the underlying problem and were just going to send me home. That would have been unfortunate.

Too much patience and I’m afraid I may spontaneously combust. Throughout the past year and a half, I had to remind myself of these two Bible passages, “Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10 and “Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.” Psalm 27:14. If you expect a miracle to be a significant, earth shattering event where the skies open up and a chorus of angels descend in front of you playing harps and ringing bells it might be time to readjust your expectations. God can work in the most subtle manner. We just need to slow down and read the signs. I was in the hospital waiting to have a delicate procedure done. Brenda and I were tired, apprehensive, and on edge. Someone from the lab came to draw some blood. She had a pleasant bedside manner. We began to converse. Something about her was different. She listened to our dilemma. Soon she asked if she could pray with us as she held our hands. She offered her prayer, wished us well and was on her way. It was a touching moment that made a big impact. Three months later, I had to return to the same hospital for a special test to determine if I need an additional surgery. I was taken to an unfamiliar area and all hooked up and waiting on my gurney. All at once you know who appears. She was there for another patient. She instantly recognized me and came over to greet me. She asked what I was there for. She held my hand and offered a wonderful prayer. God used her as a source of great comfort and encouragement. I thanked her and told her how nice it was to see her. She informed me that she had never been to that area of the hospital. It was truly divine intervention at its best.

We feel truly blessed that because of our faith, we can recognize God’s handiwork. We believe that miracles happen all the time and that God takes an active role in our lives. We don’t view him like some retiree who created the earth, then moved to Boca Raton and sits around drinking Daiquiris all day. Not that I would blame him but I think He cares far too much for us just to abandon us for a life of leisure. We just need to get out of the way and stop telling Him how to do His job. He is God after all and we aren’t. As close as my wife and I are, she couldn’t be with me all the time. We were separated, but not alone. When things were at their darkest, everything went away. I didn’t think about my things. I wasn’t thinking about any future plans or past events. I wasn’t thinking about friends or even family. I was focused on talking to my God. It was do or die time.

If God had not intervened, we are quite certain that I wouldn’t be here today. We are also certain that without the Lord’s help, I would not have survived with as many of my faculties as I did. It is our belief that things happened the way they did, when they did, because God took an active role in our lives. We want to give credit where credit is due. We are acutely aware of what can go wrong. But we need to recognize when things go right and why. We will be forever grateful to all my surgeons and health care professionals. They saved my life and are helping me rehabilitate. Ultimately however, we believe they wouldn’t have been able to do what they did without God’s help.

I struggled for some time on this blog. I kept wanting to detail all the issues we faced. I finally had to write myself a reminder - focus on God’s work, not your problems. The human tendency is to think just of ourselves, our problems. Life’s problems can seem insurmountable at times. Our’s sure did. Each situation is unique in its own way. What we experienced was new to us, but certainly not unprecedented. Plenty of other people have had to deal with far worse, for much longer periods of time, with far less positive of an outcome. Our hearts ache for them. I’ve learned that when problems strike, it gives us an opportunity to learn a little bit of what others have had to deal with. When you go through trauma the tendency is to feel alone because no one else quite understands exactly what it is you’re going through. Because of our faith in God, we knew we were never completely alone. Yes we believe in miracles. Yes we believe in God. Believe it or not, it can make a hell of a difference.

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The Art of Conversation

9/3/2018

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We were just going to make it a quick trip to get cat food. We were about one aisle away when he saw his opportunity, and he pounced on it. We never saw it coming. It was a classic ambush. He was a brash, narcissist who had but one singular intention. He was what comedian Brian Regan refers to as me-monster. They are the conversation combatants who parachute in and seize control of the moment. They somehow make any situation all about them.

They reside among us folks, preying on unsuspecting victims. The Me-monster thrives on one-up-man-ship. You got bit by a dog. They wrestled with a grizzly bear. You rode your bicycle to work. They unicycled over the Himalayas with a bad case of hemorrhoids. Oh yea, we can't wait to hear all about that.

I was trapped and I knew it. He opened by inquiring why I was using a walker. “Do you have a knee problem?" Why, hello to you too! No, I just use it to pick up chicks! He wasn't fazed at all when I said it was because of a brain tumor. His urge to boast got the best of him. He was a professional motorcycle racer. Without missing a beat, he proceeded to point out the countless broken bones and ailments he had. Five in this leg, ten in that leg, twenty here, thirty there and on and on and on. There was no time to come up for air. It was an impressive display, even for a me-monster. I could have been exploding from my insides out right there in front of him and it wouldn't have mattered. Clean up on aisle 5,6,7 & 8. He had an audience and he wasn’t to be denied.

He used a walker for a few weeks once. "It'll get better" he assured me. Whew, what a relief, I feel SO much better now. I really appreciated his “professional” diagnosis. How he came to that conclusion is alarming since he really didn't take the time to find out anything about me, but then again he is a professional. He's done this before. The whole conversation was about him. More of an impromptu interview if you will. In my head I was cuing the music in hopes that someone would take his mic and he would be ushered off the stage. He was like cousin Eddie's dog. "Once he gets going, its best just to let him finish Clark."

Normally, you’re a good listener, but when hijacked by a me-monster you find yourself distracted with planning an exit strategy. Fortunately, there won’t be any questions from them to break your concentration. Just throw in the occasional nod or chuckle. Meanwhile, you survey the terrain, looking for all possible evacuation routes. Once they finally surface, or run themselves aground, you have to be prepared to immediately spring into action. Time is a factor. Look for any slight hesitation on their part. Excuses become paramount at this point. It is vital to not underestimate the sucking power of the me-monster. Once they latch on, they don’t easily let go. It may be necessary to rely on a partner or teammate to properly pull off an extraction procedure.

Fortunately, my wife was keenly aware of the exit strategy and we were able to pry away from Evil Knievel. It may not always be that easy though. If the Me-monster shows up on your doorstep you have a whole new set of challenges. They can disguise themselves quite cleverly. Do not be deceived! Once your perimeter has been compromised, it's nearly impossible to defend. They will use whatever tactics they can to achieve their agenda. I know, we've recently suffered such a breach.

In contrast to the me-monster is the talking tree stump or mumbling mannequin. This character flames out faster than a soggy match in a rainstorm. They both present unique challenges. As much as the me-monster can overwhelm, the mannequin can underwhelm. What they both have in common is a seemingly inability to ask questions. I had an encounter with a mannequin on a walk in the neighborhood the other day. After the initial greeting, He planted himself in the proper speaking position, looked eagerly at me and then nothing. I proceeded to lob convo starters one after another in his direction. To my amazement, he wiffed every single time. I was pitching a no hitter without even trying. It wasn't even a contest. It was like trying to play tennis with a palm tree. I was wondering if I would need to check for a pulse. Surely something would get him engaged. Problem was, he didn’t budge. He stood his ground as if waiting for that one perfect pitch to take deep. This was way too much work. I was exhausting myself trying to get him to bite. It was beyond awkward. I was playing 21 questions with myself. So how about this weather? Is that the real statue of David in your front yard? I'm taking a survey, which looks thicker my lawn or my hair? I was getting desperate. I was bombing and I knew it. I just wanted to get the heck out of there. He wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t engage, he was stuck in a loop. If he was a computer, I would have re-booted him long ago.

I don't have much social contact these days. I want to make every opportunity count. If I'm feeling up to it, I want some honest to goodness dialogue. Like today for instance. My brother came over for a short time. We always have a good visit. Sometimes we just hang out. Sometimes we watch a movie. Sometimes we work on a project. But we always seem to have good conversation. That's the way it should be. In my humble opinion, a good conversation should have some back and forth. Ask a question. Is that too much to ask? See how easy it is. Inquiring minds want to know. Both parties should share in the dialogue. People who are poor conversationists are pool poopers plain and simple. If you can't bring your "A" game then don't bother showing up! Leave your sales pitch and your hidden agenda behind thank you very much. I have a limit to my good nature. Life is far too short!

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Doctors appointment.

8/9/2018

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Life is pretty restricted for me now. Not that I am complaining but, I am basically a shut-in at the moment. My days consist of rehab and rest. Even the simplest of tasks can be a monumental challenge for me. It is quite different for my wife. She juggles a demanding full time job, shuttles me to all my appointments and takes care of all the household chores.

I have very little social contact. I look forward to the days I get to go to therapy and interact with the people who have made it their business to help me every step of the way. When I feel up to it, I go to the grocery store with my wife. A really big day is a doctor appointment. We plan doctor appointments like some people plan their vacations. My wife carries around a planner to keep it all straight.

I have a plethora of health care professionals. Besides my GP I have my ophthalmologist, E.N.T. audiologist, neurosurgeon, oncologist, thoracic surgeon, speech therapist and physical therapist. I even have my own case manager. Each doctor wants their own tests. If medical tests were tattoos, I'd be covered from head to toe like a cheap newspaper.

Last week, after two previous failed attempts, we had the pleasure of "visiting" with my oncologist. I do believe its easier for a terrorist carrying a biological weapon to cross the border than it is for some doctors' offices to coordinate with insurance companies to get proper authorization for an appointment. Since it is a bit of a drive, we decided to give ourselves plenty of time. We left two hours in advance and arrived just prior to our 1p.m. appointment time.

We were greeted with the dreaded health history form. This, I am convinced, is a clever stall tactic. We carry computers in our pockets, cars drive themselves, robots vacuum our floors, yet somehow the medical community can't seem to keep an updated record of our health history. No matter how many different hospitals, clinics, Doctors we visit, we still have to fill out the form over and over again. Don't they know how to share with each other?

Once the form is completed, they inform us that they are running late and it will be at least an hour an half before they can see us. They knew we were coming right? We left the house two hours early, filled out the dreaded health history form, yet somehow they weren't prepared for us?
The waiting room looked like the motor vehicle department. People were fighting over the restrooms like they were the last helicopters out of Vietnam.

Now when you make an appointment to see Doctor A, and Doctor B walks in the room you have a right to be disappointed. It's a lot like going to see Bono only to have Bieber show up in his place. He walks in the room, shakes our hands and immediately lathers up with Purell. The least he could have done is offer us some. Who's to say he's not the one with the cooties! He then begins to ask us all the same questions that appeared on the dreaded health history form. Déjà vu I kid you not. So which of these procedures could we have just eliminated in lieu of efficiency? Hmmmm. No wonder we had to wait 2 hours after our scheduled appointment time.

Doctor B does his job casting doubt, creating fear and ordering additional tests. During the exam he keeps looking at his watch like he's got a plane to catch. Thats my cue to keep asking more and more questions. Hey doc, what do you think of the Lakers this year? Does this mole look suspicious? Who's your interior designer? By gosh, I want to get my monies worth!

So our 1 o'clock appointment turned into a seven hour day. All so we could see a "stand in" doctor. Do you think the box office will give us a refund?

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Say What?

7/23/2018

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Got my new hearing aid the other day. I lost all my hearing in my left ear during my recent brain surgery. My right ear had fairly typical hearing loss one experiences over the course of time. So now I have a device in both ears. The left hearing aid picks up sounds on my left side and transmits them to the hearing aid in the working right ear. Now my ears do more than just hold up my glasses.

It will take some getting used to. The sound quality initially seems very artificial or metallic. I understand that is because the brain has to learn to process certain sounds all over again. My brain still can't figure out why our cat keeps screaming at me.

It was both frustrating and fatiguing to constantly miss a good portion of what was being said. I found myself just "checking out" of most conversations. It became one more hurdle to deal with. It should come as no surprise that the first time trying it out my wife cried. Probably out of shear relief for not having to repeat herself!

I do have to be careful now whenever my ear itches not to stick my finger in, or plunge a Q-tip deep in the ear, until after safely removing the device. One of the best features of the hearing aid though, is the on/off switch. This feature can come in particularly handy at times such as being around unruly children or disruptive pets, during social encounters of the truly boring kind aka any sales presentation or during an election period.

You said you called. Sorry, I didn't hear you. Must have had my hearing aid turned off!

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New Venture

6/27/2018

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This is my first blog. I've written personal letters, newsletters, advertising slogans and copy, sales literature, web content, and press releases but I've never written a blog - before now. My sincerest apologies to all you English majors, professional writers and editors for what is sure to be a comedy of grammatical errors as far as writing is concerned. With that being said, I am resolute to move forward into uncharted waters for me.

I would like to use this forum as a means of therapy, much the same way I view my artwork. At the moment, I am unable to pick up a paint brush. Fortunately for me, I can now sit at the computer for a few minutes at a time, and type. So in the upcoming blogs, I will take the time to introduce you to myself, my life, my thoughts, and things that I have learned along the way.

I welcome you to join me on this journey.

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