In Casa Cuckoo News…

In Casa Cuckoo news this past week… Monday was my monthly Pump Fill. I arrived for my 10am appointment a few minutes early, as one does, and I waited. I waited, and waited, and waited some more. At 10:45am I asked the desk gal what the hold up was. As I’d figured, they were waiting on the meds to arrive. At 11:10am the nurse came out to talk to me. The pharmacy said FedEx had the meds, they were trying to find out what the delay was, did I want to go home and she’d call me? YES!! It’s a straight shot down the freeway… 15, maybe 20 minutes… home would be more comfortable… especially since we had no idea how much longer it would be.

I got a call around 1pm to come back at 1:50pm. I was there at 1:45. Including the 10-15 minutes we spent waiting for the doctor, the entire appointment took less than a half hour. Freakin FedEx, freakin DEA, all these rules cuz of the opiate crisis makes life for legitimate pain doctors and their patients SOOOO much more difficult!

Meanwhile, Daughter had her first appointment with the Primary that I use… the one that practices out of a house next door. Daughter didn’t have a Primary, so it was Urgent Care every time, and since she doesn’t drive, this was perfect. Except of course it wasn’t… this is Casa Cuckoo. Apparently this doctor doesn’t take her insurance. She told them what her insurance was when she made the appointment two months ago, but either she omitted two of the three words, or the doctor’s office didn’t hear. So Monday was Medical Madness day.

I think Tuesday was normal stuff… Methotrexate Day for me since I’d postponed taking it for a day because I knew Monday was going to be busy… I did know HOW busy, but whatever.

Then Wednesday our hot water was gone. I trudged around the house to get to the little shed thing it lives in. Pilot light was out. This happened a few months ago and it was a pain to get re-lit. I spent about 30 minutes trying to get the stupid pilot light to stay lit, then I gave up. It’s this whole process with a button to push down and hold, another button to push that creates a spark… sometimes… and a tiny one inch square glass window to look thru to see if it’s lit. I went back later and tried again. I even tried turning the gas up fully and pressing the spark button… no dice. I turned the gas off and texted the owner.

Thursday I got a call from the property manager that their “handyman” would come look at it that evening or Friday morning. It was Friday morning. He tried for about 15 minutes and gave up. Friday afternoon a plumbing company called me to offer Tuesday between noon and 4pm or Wednesday morning. DUH! Tuesday! So I’m boiling water on the stove for Ben’s nightly baths. Daughter and I have been taking sponge baths. All of our hair needs washing. Ugh!

Oh, and Wednesday evening Ben got ahold of a lighter in Daughter’s room and decided to burn some stuff. We’re lucky he didn’t set the entire house on fire. I think that was Wednesday… the days kinda run together.  I did Laundry and errands on Thursday and more errands on Friday. Daughter had work Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, so I had solo Ben duty Thursday night. Then getting him up, ready and onto the GLYSB Friday morning. Then going and getting Daughter from work.

Ben is still sleeping at school at least 3 out of 5 days, so he’s up super late or he gets up at 4am and wants me up with him. So that’s the highlights from my week. A bunch of other stuff happened, but this is already too long. It’s been a Rollercoaster, but I’m hangin onto my Zen. Daughter actually told me I was annoying with my laissez-faire attitude. She thinks I don’t worry enough or take things seriously enough. Puh-leez! I’m not an ostrich, I am just aware of what I can do something about, and what I can’t.  Worrying is useless. I’m not perfect, but I don’t waste a lot of time worrying.

Thanks for stopping by. I know I owe a few emails, and I haven’t forgotten… I had one almost completed last night, and konked out while writing, and managed to erase the entire thing. I wanted to cry. But I didn’t… I just dust myself off and keep going. My life has been chaos since I was a child. Apparently this is my path.

Anyway, emails will arrive eventually, I am still lurking though I don’t even hit “Like” half the time. I’m still around… just kinda busy with fires, no hot water, errands and loss of brain function due to chronic lack of sleep. In other words, normal Casa Cuckoo shtuff.





37 thoughts on “In Casa Cuckoo News…

    1. I think sleep must be overrated… Ben certainly thinks so… except at school 🤣🤣🤣🤣
      Yep, the path is chaotic, but it’s never boring! Great scenery, great adventures…. mostly😝


    1. That wasn’t Ben’s first fire. He set the side of the fridge on fire a few years back. I tore all the papers and stuff off, grabbed a pot from the sink and filled it with water… stuff on the top of the fridge was catching, I just shoved it all to the floor and poured water.

      Fire is really cool… in a fire pit, a fireplace, wood burning stove… not on Daughter’s bed or the side of the fridge.

      Never a dull moment at the Casa 🤦🏼‍♀️


    1. Yep! He hasn’t managed to destroy the entire house yet🙄🤦🏼‍♀️ He’s only 13, he has time🤪
      Sven was SOOO grumpy in the first picture. Such a black beard. I don’t even know why. Probably unhappy about his blueberries 😂😂😂

      The doctor’s office still makes us mask🤷🏼‍♀️ I was the only person in the waiting room, but rules is rules.🤷🏼‍♀️💕💗🤗🥰

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  1. YER NOT STRESSED ENOUGH DAMMIT!!! About 18 months ago, I switched doctor practices, and I haven’t waited more than 3 or 4 minute ever. And then when I talk with my doctor, she seems to have all the time in the world. My old doctor kept me waiting an hour. I’d sit in his waiting room with the TV blasting out medical paid advertising. When I finally got in, ‘Hmmm, your bloop pressure is pretty elevated.’ Can’t they get the meds the day before? Seems tough to rely on fed ex being on time. Glad Ben didn’t burn you down. You’ve got renters insurance, right?

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    1. They do usually get the meds the day before, but this was a Monday. We set that appointment because my “low reservoir” alarm was that Monday. They can only hold the meds for 72 hours before they have to destroyed, per the DEA. The meds are still good after 72 hours. The doctor just can’t keep them locked up in his offices for longer than 72 hours.

      My next appointment is on a Friday. Meds should be there Thursday. I have Fentanyl in my Pump so of course I must be part of the ongoing crisis… it’s all my fault🙄🤦🏼‍♀️😂😂😂

      I don’t have renters insurance, but I’m starting to think I should get it. I don’t have anything of value. No computers or other electronics, But with Mr Destructo… I may need to cover cars in the parking lot, or fires, or who knows with him🤦🏼‍♀️

      Yeah, not stressed enough… gonna have to work on that🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Hoppy Easter! Did the Bunny bring you chocolate??🍫

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      1. Easter is a nonholiday in our house. All week, people have been wishing me happy easter and I want to say not-a-christian. In fact this morning, I was completely caught off guard when the cashier in the store wished me a happy easter. I almost said oh, is that today? I don’t fit in at all in my christian town. There really needs to be a way to resolve the need to control opiates and the needs of patients who require them. What a PITA. When I was renting, I realized as unexceptional as it all was, It would be a pretty big financial burden to replace my clothes and furniture. Oops, now I’m sounding like a parent. Maybe I’m practicing for my coming conversations with Sophie.

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        1. I took your question to heart and checked online to see if my car insurance carrier offered renters. I guess they do, but I have to call🙄 I’ll add that to my list for this week.
          Thanks Dad🤣🤣🤣


  2. Excuses excuses and what the hell is a Lazy Fairy with attitude is that even PC? I am not even sure if l can write those two words together anymore. I said to Suze the other day l have gone from OMG OMG We are going to be nuked to who gives a shit nuke us already so we can just get on with our lives!!

    You have no hot water and l no longer have an oven again. I have tits running all over my garden and not one will even come to my hand, whereas a red breast is giving me a whistle when he wants more surt 🙂

    Gotta laugh 🙂

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    1. Oh yes! Laugh or run screaming down the street with a baseball bat🤷🏼‍♀️ Personally, I much prefer laughter. It gets to the point where it’s ridiculous. Is this REALLY my life??? Yes. Yes, it is…🤷🏼‍♀️

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      1. I have always so liked the phrase “Yes. Yes it is!” It’s a bit like “Would it be fun to kill a person with a teddybear? Yes. Yes it would!” You know?

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  3. Thank you! 💕 The whole world has gone a little bonkers, hasn’t it?
    It gets to a certain point when it becomes SOOO ridiculous, I have to laugh. And, I’ve been through much worse, so I know I can handle pretty much anything🤷🏼‍♀️


  4. Well done on not worrying too much, I think you should be congratulated on that attitude. I worry far too much about everything, and a small annoyance triggers a Spiral of Doom. I have no Zen left to hold onto at the moment. I’m trying to survive to the end of May, when I will be going on holiday, but that’s so far away…

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    1. It’s good to see you, but I’m sorry you’re stressed. I remember that you share the same birth date as Daughter so maybe the worrying thing is Astrological and the blame belongs to the planets😉
      Time has been very strange for me lately. It flies by or drags on. Hopefully the end of May will rush to you and your holiday will help restore your Zen.🤞🤗🌷


      1. I don’t pay much attention to astrology, but if I can blame the planets, why not! My birth chart is absolutely dominated by Saturn, which I know does not predispose you to a sunny outlook on life. On the other hand, it is the coolest planet, and my favourite.

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  5. It sounds like your weekly routine revolves around drug collection – a bit like my youth.
    And sleep? Geeeez, I know. I used the have a job which had the worst imaginable hours and sleep became my holy grail. I don’t have that job any longer and I assumed my sleep issues would be resolved.
    But no such luck. It seems to be permanent.

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    1. Collecting drugs in my youth seems like it was much less hassle… just sayin’😂😂

      Sleep is a Holy Grail! Having my first child 6 weeks shy of my 21st birthday, then that child reproducing at 19 years old… I’ve been actively parenting small, non-sleeping people for over 33 years🤪🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

      I’ve often thought a few days in a hospital, under sedation, would be a lovely vacation.😂😂😂


      1. Your suspicions are correct. I’ve had that sort of vacation several times. They are wonderful. One of mine lasted 4 months. At the end of it I felt like I was emerging from a time capsule, but in reverse. I expected to see so many changes, but everything and everyone was just the same as when I’d left.
        But it was certainly a pleasant rest.

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  6. I like your attitude about worrying.It’s kept you in balance all these years.

    I had my oldest at 20, so I relate to never getting enough sleep.

    Much easier now that I’m not working.
    No more Sunday scaries.


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    1. Worry is such a waste of energy. Especially worrying about what might happen. I just try to stay in the present and deal with whatever IS happening. Boy, oh boy! That keeps me plenty busy enough, let me tell you.🤦🏼‍♀️

      I take prescription sleep medication because Fibromyalgia disrupts sleep, and even with the sleeping pill I’m waking up several times a night.🤷🏼‍♀️ I’d just like 5 hours, uninterrupted. Just 5 without being awake for 30 minutes halfway thru.
      Maybe someday…🤞🤞🤞


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