Ok I have to admit these cartoon posts are becoming like the old cartoon posts I made on Scottiestoybox. What stared out as 50 cartoon sites became over 150 before I had to end doing it. It would take 8 to 10 hours to post and people need to understand I only get about 12 hours awake and now less time to be online. So again what started as a small post taking 2 hours has now become a 6 hour project. I got up at 7 after a wonderful … with my husband. Took care of our remaining cat and made myself coffee. About an hour later when my husband got up I made him coffee.
I then spent a bit of time watching videos, listening to my husband and having a second cup of coffee. The entire time I was adding to this post. Then I went to take my shower which due to the skin condition I have I must shower every day even though I rarely get dirty / sweaty enough to need it.
The point I am making is there is no shortage of memes / cartoons to post on all the evils of what is happening is endless. Every website I have saved in this group for opening, which is now up to 70 pages plus every cartoon takes me to ten more. So if people want these I will keep doing them, but I think I need to shorten how long these get.
The truth is I went back to cartoons and memes because my eyesight is so bad that it is hard for me to read an article and post it. It is far easier to click copy and then post for a cartoon or meme. But unless people want this feed I don’t want to keep doing it. I will soon go back to doing videos again which I like a lot more. But again it is what people who come here want to see. Please let me know. The truth is I have an issue with being on the computer right now which I will share in a different post. Hugs
“I can’t believe that the summer, and civilization, are almost over.”At least A. I. ain’t comin’ for our jobs.”
At least A. I. ain’t comin’ for our jobs.”
Ok yesterday afternoon I was so tired but after washing dishes Ron asked me to make supper. He had taken a pound of hamburger out and asked me to make a beef goulash. I said OK but realized I was going to have to wing it. I did misspeak a few times and I need to remember when doing a video with a TV or other sound on to stop them or turn them down. But it does show how bad my intrusive thought problem is that I need constant input from something to keep my mind occupied to keep the thoughts at bay. I hope you enjoy the video and my recipe as such as it is. Hugs
The weekend before this last one Odie started throwing up and he was not eating as well as he normally did. On Monday last week Ron took him to the vet. After 800 dollars the vet said she felt he had no blockage and most likely he had an ulcer. She gave us several medications and told us to get him some over the counter Pepcid. We managed to give him his medications in a syringe.
But on Thursday we took him back to the vet for a bolus of fluid because he still was not eating nor drinking. We increased his new make him hungry ear rub. All weekend we tried hard to entice him to eat or drink. On Monday I had a doctor’s appointment. When I got home I suggested that Ron call the vet. He told me he got Odie to drink something and said he heard cats can make huge turn a round after not eating or drinking for days. I felt what it really was a cry for more time. As Odie seemed stable and not in pain I let things be, after all Ron watches a lot of animal vet shows and I hoped he was correct.
For the first time since Odie got ill he did not leave his safe space which is Ron’s closet that day. Ron tried hard to get him to drink or eat. This morning (Tuesday 8-5-2025) I told Ron he needed to call the vet and he agreed, he had faced the fact of Odie’s situation and realized that Odie was passing and not able to get better.
The vet told us to bring him in around 4 pm or 1600 for those on a 24 hour clock. All day both Ron and I checked on him and Ron kept trying to get him to eat or drink. The veterinarian hospital is only like five or 7 minutes away from us. At about 3:50 pm Ron set the carrier on the counter and put a fresh blanket in it. I picked Odie up from the closet and realized he had no strength to even support himself anymore. Once I got him in the carrier he did not even try to turn around and we struggled to get his tail completely in the carrier. I ended up having to reach around him to pull the blanket further in so we could secure the door.
I needed Ron to carry the carrier to the vet’s office, but while I had been with every furry family member when they walked the rainbow bridge, Ron has not joined me during the procedure as his feelings are so strong and he has struggled with the death of each one. I feel it is the last act of love I can do for them. My last duty for them.
The vet asked if we both wanted to stay and I said yes. I was surprised Ron did also. The vet assistant took Odie to have an IV inserted. I asked Ron if he was sure he wanted to stay instead of going to the waiting room or the car. He wanted to stay. When they brought Odie back we petted him until the doctor came in to do the finial step. As first the sedative and then the last medication was injected Ron sat near him and talked to him. I stood next to him and gently rubbed his head and neck fur. I said a few things verbally and a lot more mentally. I could see Ron was doing the same. I was proud of how he handle a very painful experience. The one who was crying the most was the vet, she said that her cat was a ginger and she really liked Odie when he was visiting them.
I have included a few pictures of Odie below. Best wishes, Purrs, and Hugs for all who want them.
Odie as a Kitten
Odie older.
Odie in his favorite spot to get my love and attention. My desk.
I went to bed about normal 7 pm for me. Surprisingly when I told Ron he said he wanted to go also. That was about 2 hours or earlier than he normally goes to bed. His normal time to go to bed is 9 or a bit later. But we went to bed together. Along with Tupac.
We cuddled several hours with me holding him and then us reversing and him cuddling me. We go back and forth during the night. We often fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I often get my most restful sleep while we cuddle. Which is going to seem strange with what I am going to write next.
After four hours of holding each other, I noticed Ron’s legs were fidgeting and fussing. I asked him if he legs were bothering him and he replied yes. I was a bit miffed he did not tell me before I noticed but I told him we needed to take some time off on our own sides and he asked if we could cuddle later to which I agreed.
At some point I started to have a bad memory nightmare. I know in the nightmare I was begging for help, I was screaming for help. Then I could hear Ron’s voice calling me begging me to wake up, but my fear / pain was too much and I still yelled for anyone to help me.
Then With Ron yelling next to me, as he knew better than to touch me when I am in that state, I started to hear him and even as I was still crying out for help I heard him beg me to follow his voice. When I came to he told me I was the loudest I had been in a long time, begging for help at one point I screamed out several times “help me, someone please help me”.
After he woke me I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I got back he asked if I wanted to talk. I said no. He told me Scottie that was bad, you were really upset and loud. I just got back into bed and faced away from him. He understood I was not ready to deal with it.
For the next couple of hours I lay there trying not to think of the memories I had just experienced in my nightmare. In the morning I got up early, when Ron got up he twice asked me to talk about what I went through. I told him I was not ready yet. I could see him wanting more but knowing pushing me would only cause me pain.
The memory / nightmare was a really bad hours long rapes by multiple people when I was a really young kid. I was young enough to think that screaming and yelling would get me help. As I got older I understood doing such things only brought more punishment. In the dream I was experiencing it as I did then, with all the pain, panic, desperation and then submission.
I have come to realize burdening Ron with these memories only causes him to feel pain thinking of what I went through with no way to stop it. Trust me my wonderful Ron would have killed to stop a child being abused. Yes he tries to be a grand husband to comfort me, but it is wrong of me to ask that of him I think. Is it transferring my pain on to him in the name of “sharing”, the same question could be asked of my sharing of it on the blog. But he can only take the pain and memories I share as I could only take the abuse. He is then stuck with them in his mind as I am with them in mine. Do I have that right? Is that not abusing my own husband the man I adore to do that, to ask that. Is that the same for when I share with everyone here on my blog. I am giving you my memories and pain with no way to stop it. Have I become a villain, an abuser?
Until I figure out if I am doing more damage than good I will have to keep telling him I just don’t want to talk. Better to suffer in silence than cause him a pain he can not rid himself of. Hugs
There will not be a cartoon / meme / news post tomorrow. I am so sorry people. I tried repeatedly all day to do it. I got called away for one emergency after the other and / or my body simply gave out and I couldn’t sit at the computers because of the pain. Best wishes to all and hugs to those that wish them. A very tired worn out almost done Scottie.
Hello everyone. I went to see the surgeon. I was hoping he would say I did not need the surgery that there was something else that could fix my vision. It did not work out that way. Let me start from the beginning. We arrived and their computer systems were down and they were way behind because they were handwriting all the patient information and passing paper between stations instead of just accessing the patients chart on the computers.
The tests were very extensive and thorough. When the doctor looked into my eyes and tested them on the machine he had in the room he said that I definitely needed surgery on both eyes. He talked to me about my daily activities, and what I liked doing. He went over each lens choice and said he did not think the more expensive lenses would help me because I had used a prism so long. He recommended the non-corrective lenses. I might not need the prism after the surgery but he thinks there is a chance I will. He also thinks I may need readers but that my other vision well be good.
We had been there three hours when we had one more stop. The finance guy. He had already put the information through Medicare. He gave us print outs for each eye. He showed us the cost. I had roughly figured $880 for my 20% co pay. His figures broke it down to each person involved, the operating center, and the drugs. Everyone got a separate cut. My cost total came to $842.24
The operation takes 10 to 15 minutes for each eye. The surgeon gets 984.99 per eye for a total of $1,969.98. The facility gets $1,158.15 per eye for a total of $2316.30. I pay $842.24 for a total of 5,128.52 which is for maybe up to 30 minutes work if each eye takes the maximum time of 15 minutes. I realize the doctor is a super professional doing a job most people can’t do. I realize the surgical center which is in their building is also a professional medical operating room so has to meet certain requirements. Still I think the cost is a lot of profit. I am reading over the statement and in each case they charged the maximum that Medicare would pay plus my 20%.
I am one of the lucky ones. I have Medicare. We have enough in savings to pay for the co-pay. But what about those who don’t have insurance and are working several jobs with no medical care. What about the poor people who depend on Medicaid but are soon going to lose it? Do they just slowly go blind with no hope? We need medical care in this country. We need universal medical coverage. Every study has shown, even the one done by the conservative heritage foundation study showed it is cheaper with better results to have single payer government universal care. As Bernie says, the US is the only wealthy country on earth not to give the people living here health coverage. It is a human right. Hugs
I knew there would be a cost for the corrective lenses. I figured it would be a few hundred dollars on top of what Medicare paid for the surgery. I was way wrong. I got the pricing in my patient package. Crap. I guess I will be getting the noncorrective Medicare paid for lenses. I know several of you wrote that the normal lens provided by Medicare worked really well and corrected much of your vision problems. I guess I will find out. Hugs
I want to thank everyone that encouraged me to go forward with what is to me a scary operation. I love everyone that wrote / called me to tell me their stories. I had my second appointment with the eye doctor. Even with the prism that took some of the fussy out of the letters I was seeing the best they could do for me was 20/70. I have no idea of what that means but she asked if I was driving and I replied yes which seemed to upset the doctor. The office is wonderful and very LGBTQ+ affirmative and they included and joked with us totally comfortably. I had to laugh when the doctor asked the eye person to get his husband and she went out and told Ron he had been summoned.
It seems she feels I need to have the surgery to see. She is unsure if they will do both eyes but feels they will. She explained what she felt would be our costs, and what would happen to my eyesight if we did not go forward. Ron told them about how high the magnification is on my monitors and how he has to try to step back to read everything smoothly. He told them it was unacceptable my sight would get any worse and I would lose the ability to do what I love, be on the computer with all of you.
So they set up an appointment with the eye surgeon. I was shocked at how fast it was happening. I figured I would have a couple of months, but the appointment is for next Monday. Ok I know everyone has told me how great their experience was but … I admit to being scared. My eyes are so important to me and how I live my life. I could give many organs but if I lose my sight my life as I love it is over.
The eye doctor is a wonderful older lady who was concerned about the costs for us and Ron told her we would manage that it was important enough. She cautioned us not to be dragged into expensive things I man not need as most people getting the normal corrective lens were more than satisfied and had good vision. She warned that the market was in convincing us to pay for “Upgraded corrective lenses” that I may not need or could be avoided with a cheap pair of reader glasses.
I have to admit she was far different from the big business eye place Ron and I went to several years ago. I was not yet 62 so they told me as soon as I was I needed to see them to have the cataracts removed. Ron was already over that age for Medicare to pay for it and they pushed him hard to have the surgery. His eyesight was far better and less cloudy than mine. They just wanted the money from Medicare. Plus after my exam they took me to their glasses section. After picking out what I thought was a pair of reasonably priced frames they totaled up my new glasses … at $1,400.00
I looked at Ron, we had never paid that for any glasses. I told them I needed to think on it and never went back. The only issue I have is do I pay extra for the “corrective lenses”? If anyone could leave me a message on their experience either way, I would be so grateful. Ron was such a cheerleader for me after we left the eye doctor’s office saying how he felt this would be so good for me and make what I love doing on the computer so easy. I wish I felt as confidant as he does. Hugs
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