I decided to do a little laundry today since we had water, electric and the sun was out for a change. I dragged the washer to the patio and commenced washing.
Remember this is not an automatic machine. It washes in one side and when that's done you have to move the clothes to the other side which is the spinner to extract the water (there is another blog story called "My Dominican Wash Machine Experience" if your interested).
I connected the hose and did the first load. I put the clothes in the spinner and the power went out. I had to hand squeeze all the clothes, a bit of a workout for these old hands. I have noticed that the water doesn't drain out of the spinner like it should for a really long time so since I couldn't wash anymore I decided to investigate.
I moved the spinner thingy to the side and peeked in. There was something navy blue way down inside. I tried to reach in and get it but couldn't so I got my trusty tongs and dived in. Out came this navy blue silky blob. Sort of nasty because who knows how long its been stuck in there. I looked at it, holding it by the tongs as I really didn't want to touch it.
It ended up that it was a pair on mens underpants. Fill cover briefs, silky navy blue. Now go figure. I don't wear mens undies. I never washed mens undies in my machine. I hope I don't know any man that would wear those type of poopoo undies (poopoo undies, that's a quote from the movie Young Frankenstein which is one of my favs).
Now, how did those interesting undies get into my machine, wedged way down into the drain in the water extractor? If only the machine could talk. It will forever remain a mystery.
Addendum - I was just reminded that I did wash a male friends clothes once but he defiantly did not wear silk undies, especially as big as those ones were.
Will the mysterious silk, poopoo undie, wash machine using man please step forward....
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Cataract Operation
I got my operation on May 26. I had to be at the hospital at the ungodly hour of 6AM with everyone else that was getting the operation on the same day. There were about 20-25 people. First we had to all go into a room and one by one change into our hospital gowns. The women got long gowns and the men got the same with pants also. They gave us an IV thingy in our hands and we had to say bye to the people that came with us as we sat in a room together waiting for the next step.
The nurse came in with all our medical records. She took our blood pressure one by one. She said a prayer for all of us. Then different doctors came in, got their patients files, and had a talk with their patient. My doctor was a very young woman. I think she said she was from Venezuela. She spoke English, thank goodness. She wrote some code letters and numbers on a piece of paper and taped it to my gown. Everyone had a paper taped to them; they did not use those plastic hospital wristbands that I was used to.
I was called first which made me really happy. I didn’t have to sit there and think about that needle stuck in my hand and the operation very long. They took me back to the dressing room place and cleaned my eye. Then they gave me a painful shot on my eyelid and below the eye. The girl jammed that needle in and wiggled it around. I was cringing in pain; I really hate needles and having her wiggle that around really gave me the heebie jeebies. I could feel my face getting numb. Then she put something on my head and eye and tied it down. It was really uncomfortable. Big pressure.
I was then led to the operating room area to sit on a chair and wait. Doctors and nurses were walking around washing up and talking. They were even taking pictures of each other. Another patient came in and sat next to me. This is when I found out what was putting all the pressure on my eye.
He had a cap on his head. Connected to this cap was a strap of gauze threaded through a rainbow colored rubber bouncy ball. This ball was pressed on his eye socket. I had the same thing on my face. It looked like your normal kids rubber-bouncing ball with a hole through the center strapped to my face, pressing on my sore eyeball. No idea what purpose that had but we both got a little chuckle seeing each others faces while we waited to have our eyes cut into.
I was called into the operating room. I walked in and had to get on to the operating table and get situated. They put the sheet on me and tucked me all in tight. No straps or anything to keep me from moving. The doctor came in and they prepped my eye with the paper around it and clamped my eye open. That damn clamp hurt. I felt like I was in the movie Clockwork Orange. She was telling me to look straight up but it hurt. I felt her touching my eyeball. It hurt! I tried to think about something else. I started humming “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”(I learned that when I had TMJ and they were teaching me relaxation techniques, I’d sing that song and the song Clarence sang on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer “There’s Always Tomorrow”). Well, that technique did not work. My toes were wiggling because I was trying to be still but I couldn’t. It hurt! I told them I needed more medicine for the pain. They stuck that damn needle in my eye again. It still hurt. Finally they called the anesthesiologist in to stick something in the IV thingy. Now I ask, why didn’t they do that first? Maybe Dominicans have a high pain threshold. I don’t know. I can handle pain, my back hurts all the time, but common. This is an operation (did I mention that it hurt). They can at least make it a bit comfy.
Anyhow I got through the rest of the operation pain free or at least I don’t remember the pain. In fact, I really don’t remember much after they gave me the juice in my IV.
They put a patch on my eye and I was led out of the operating room and back into the dressing room area. I can’t remember how much time passed but it didn’t seem to be that long. It’s a bit fuzzy. They took out the IV then I got dressed. Cesar was waiting to usher me out to the car. He had all the instructions and some Motrin for me to take for the pain and we headed home. Again I must mention that my eye hurt.
I slept most of the day and night. Wondering what my eye looked like under the big patch on my face.
The next day I had to return to the hospital to have the patch removed and be checked out at 7AM. All of the same people were there. All had patches on their boo-boo eyeball. One by one a guy removed our patches and washed the eye. Some people’s eyes looked normal and others were red and bruised. I had no idea what horror awaited me when I got to see my own face.
The doctor that operated on me came in and I had to look at the eye chart with all the E’s facing different directions. The day before I could not see the largest E and now I could see the bottom row! The operation was a success! I could see! The doctor was so happy I thought she was going to dance around the room. It was like it was her first operation she was so happy. She said that she was going back to her home country in the morning and this was her last operation here. She did good.
She gave me my instructions. I had my eye shield and glasses from the last operation in USA, thank goodness, as they didn’t give me either. I got some more Motrin and some eye drops and was outta there.
In the car I looked at my eye finally. It was a bit swollen but there was no bruising. It looked great to me for just having been operated on. It still hurt but I could see. I could never imagine getting an operation the way it all happened. But it all worked out great and most important is that I can see!!
If you want to help a great organization I highly recommend this one. They give operations for free to the poor and at a discount price for those who can afford to pay. Doctors, nurses and people that just want to help come from all over the world to offer their services for free, coming at their own expense to help. They also take donations if you would like more information about Medical Ministry International check out their web site. They are doing a great service.
I have to mention a woman that was getting operated on the same time as me. She stood out in the group. It was hard to judge her age, maybe late 50’s. She was very small and petite. Her oval face had a cupie doll look to it. She had a medium dark complexion. She looked like she worked hard all her life yet she had such a look of innocence. She never spoke or smiled; I saw no emotions on her face at all. She just sat there with her hands folded in her lap and looked straight ahead. She had such a look of peace on her face it was calming for me just to look at her. I hope someday to meet her. Her face is etched in my memory.
There was also a, not sure the correct wording to use, mentally impaired, man that was operated on. He was maybe 40ish. I think he got his eye straightened. The people with him kept asking him “how do I look now”? He gave a big smile and shook his head yes. He just kept looking around at everyone with a serious look then a big smile would come across his face. Probably the first time in his life that he saw straight. It brought tears to my eyes.
The nurse came in with all our medical records. She took our blood pressure one by one. She said a prayer for all of us. Then different doctors came in, got their patients files, and had a talk with their patient. My doctor was a very young woman. I think she said she was from Venezuela. She spoke English, thank goodness. She wrote some code letters and numbers on a piece of paper and taped it to my gown. Everyone had a paper taped to them; they did not use those plastic hospital wristbands that I was used to.
I was called first which made me really happy. I didn’t have to sit there and think about that needle stuck in my hand and the operation very long. They took me back to the dressing room place and cleaned my eye. Then they gave me a painful shot on my eyelid and below the eye. The girl jammed that needle in and wiggled it around. I was cringing in pain; I really hate needles and having her wiggle that around really gave me the heebie jeebies. I could feel my face getting numb. Then she put something on my head and eye and tied it down. It was really uncomfortable. Big pressure.
I was then led to the operating room area to sit on a chair and wait. Doctors and nurses were walking around washing up and talking. They were even taking pictures of each other. Another patient came in and sat next to me. This is when I found out what was putting all the pressure on my eye.
He had a cap on his head. Connected to this cap was a strap of gauze threaded through a rainbow colored rubber bouncy ball. This ball was pressed on his eye socket. I had the same thing on my face. It looked like your normal kids rubber-bouncing ball with a hole through the center strapped to my face, pressing on my sore eyeball. No idea what purpose that had but we both got a little chuckle seeing each others faces while we waited to have our eyes cut into.
I was called into the operating room. I walked in and had to get on to the operating table and get situated. They put the sheet on me and tucked me all in tight. No straps or anything to keep me from moving. The doctor came in and they prepped my eye with the paper around it and clamped my eye open. That damn clamp hurt. I felt like I was in the movie Clockwork Orange. She was telling me to look straight up but it hurt. I felt her touching my eyeball. It hurt! I tried to think about something else. I started humming “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”(I learned that when I had TMJ and they were teaching me relaxation techniques, I’d sing that song and the song Clarence sang on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer “There’s Always Tomorrow”). Well, that technique did not work. My toes were wiggling because I was trying to be still but I couldn’t. It hurt! I told them I needed more medicine for the pain. They stuck that damn needle in my eye again. It still hurt. Finally they called the anesthesiologist in to stick something in the IV thingy. Now I ask, why didn’t they do that first? Maybe Dominicans have a high pain threshold. I don’t know. I can handle pain, my back hurts all the time, but common. This is an operation (did I mention that it hurt). They can at least make it a bit comfy.
Anyhow I got through the rest of the operation pain free or at least I don’t remember the pain. In fact, I really don’t remember much after they gave me the juice in my IV.
They put a patch on my eye and I was led out of the operating room and back into the dressing room area. I can’t remember how much time passed but it didn’t seem to be that long. It’s a bit fuzzy. They took out the IV then I got dressed. Cesar was waiting to usher me out to the car. He had all the instructions and some Motrin for me to take for the pain and we headed home. Again I must mention that my eye hurt.
I slept most of the day and night. Wondering what my eye looked like under the big patch on my face.
The next day I had to return to the hospital to have the patch removed and be checked out at 7AM. All of the same people were there. All had patches on their boo-boo eyeball. One by one a guy removed our patches and washed the eye. Some people’s eyes looked normal and others were red and bruised. I had no idea what horror awaited me when I got to see my own face.
The doctor that operated on me came in and I had to look at the eye chart with all the E’s facing different directions. The day before I could not see the largest E and now I could see the bottom row! The operation was a success! I could see! The doctor was so happy I thought she was going to dance around the room. It was like it was her first operation she was so happy. She said that she was going back to her home country in the morning and this was her last operation here. She did good.
She gave me my instructions. I had my eye shield and glasses from the last operation in USA, thank goodness, as they didn’t give me either. I got some more Motrin and some eye drops and was outta there.
In the car I looked at my eye finally. It was a bit swollen but there was no bruising. It looked great to me for just having been operated on. It still hurt but I could see. I could never imagine getting an operation the way it all happened. But it all worked out great and most important is that I can see!!
If you want to help a great organization I highly recommend this one. They give operations for free to the poor and at a discount price for those who can afford to pay. Doctors, nurses and people that just want to help come from all over the world to offer their services for free, coming at their own expense to help. They also take donations if you would like more information about Medical Ministry International check out their web site. They are doing a great service.
I have to mention a woman that was getting operated on the same time as me. She stood out in the group. It was hard to judge her age, maybe late 50’s. She was very small and petite. Her oval face had a cupie doll look to it. She had a medium dark complexion. She looked like she worked hard all her life yet she had such a look of innocence. She never spoke or smiled; I saw no emotions on her face at all. She just sat there with her hands folded in her lap and looked straight ahead. She had such a look of peace on her face it was calming for me just to look at her. I hope someday to meet her. Her face is etched in my memory.
There was also a, not sure the correct wording to use, mentally impaired, man that was operated on. He was maybe 40ish. I think he got his eye straightened. The people with him kept asking him “how do I look now”? He gave a big smile and shook his head yes. He just kept looking around at everyone with a serious look then a big smile would come across his face. Probably the first time in his life that he saw straight. It brought tears to my eyes.
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