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Oh Alan I can’t believe the day you had! Sending many healing thoughts your way and big hugs to you, Cheryl and your friend. I wish I had some cheery things to say to you, but I don’t. There is one good thing I can say, you did quite a lot in my book with anxiety as high as yours. I don’t think I could’ve accomplished that much. Peace to you.
Di, An update. Good news/Bad news Ted actually got his room cleaned up about as good as you can expect from a *teenager*, (14). There was still enough stuff on the floor that I couldn’t see that the nice new vacuum cleaner sucked up a wooden piece and the belt for the Tomorrow morning I have to go back downtown to another store, buy a belt or two, (more likely three), plus some extra bags because I get the sinking feeling that this cleanup is going to be longer and bigger than I’d thought originally. This time I’ll take some time at the clubhouse a coupla blocks away from the store and do some deep breathing, meditation before heading out. Luckily it’s not the hardware store. This time I’m going to a vacuum shop and I know one of the guys there, so I don’t think I’ll be quite so tense, as long as he’s there. If he’s not, I’ll still go in, get the belts etc., and head for home. Thanks for your thoughts of peace. Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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Hi, Alan, Good old deep cleaning time – I just finished mine up last week and then had the carpets cleaned. it does feel good!! My vacuum cleaner also quit on me – so I had to take a 2 day break from vacuuming in the middle of one big mess in my house…
Elise, that sounds very much like my house right now. Sounds like you did get through the vacuum ordeal well and "little white lies" about the low blood glucose don’t hurt anyone.
Yeah, but I’m still kinda PO’d that I had that reaction. My husband is like you – he keeps receipts, books, parts on all major purchases. And they do come in handy from time to time.
Saved me a bundle,$$$, in this vacuum ordeal. I am sorry to hear about your ex-co-worker. I wish him well..
So do I. Good luck the cleaning and the printer.
The printer will be easy. I like doing that stuff 
))) Cleaning the house? ;-(((((((( Regards, Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – :Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with :ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on :the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the :regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best :person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose :him. Dear Ted, Glad to hear you had some triumphs yesterday, you can always use some of those So sorry about your friend! If he beat cancer once, perhaps he can do it again, there is always hope. I wish him well.
Thanks Jackie, but I’m Al, Ted’s father. But, that’s OK. It’s Saturday and we’re all in weekend mode here too. Hands type, but I can’t connect it to what I’m typing. My brains in neutral too, until Monday. Thanks, Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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Oh Alan I can’t believe the day you had! Sending many healing thoughts your way and big hugs to you, Cheryl and your friend. I wish I had some cheery things to say to you, but I don’t. There is one good thing I can say, you did quite a lot in my book with anxiety as high as yours. I don’t think I could’ve accomplished that much. Peace to you. Di
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cheryl, Ted and I have begun our summer cleanup. Going in and getting the dust etc., that is in out of the way places. Just doing a real good cleaning. Everything going OK, but then the vacuum dies. Only had it 4 months, but the motor died. Poof, bye-bye, so long and gack. Had the receipt stapled to the box. I keep all boxes major and minor items with the sales bill stapled to it. Cheryl says it’s obsessive, I call it keeping everything in order so that items can be replaced or repaired under warranty. The vacuum was a cheapy. Said it collected all dust and allergens on the box, but had all the stuff vacuumed through the motor and some of it flew out the exhaust. Not really a well made piece of equipment. Had to go back to the store where I purchased it. I already knew that I wanted to return it and get a better unit. As soon as I entered the store my hands started to shake, my anxiety level went up to 11 on a scale of 1-10. Dry mouth, sweating and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Told the clerk that the hands shaking was from low blood glucose. He bought that Bulls&$%# line and I picked out the model I wanted to up sell to from their catologue. No problem there, except that this store didn’t have one but their store nearest us had a couple. One was saved for me. When I got to that store later in the afternoon, I had the clerk open the box and I wanted to make sure that everything was there and that it was built better than the last. Again anxiety right up there at 11, hands shaking and looking through the box. Everything there, so now I had to carry that box about 10 minutes to home. Did that OK. Got it assembled and working OK. Wife likes it a lot and so do I. As I was vacuuming there was a knock on the door and there was my old supervisor from the Feds. Said he had a colour printer for me, if I wanted it. LOL. I had a death grip on it a few seconds later. He said he had a newer model and that he hadn’t used this printer for about a year. I just need to clean the heads and it will work. As we were talking I noticed that he was upset about something. When I worked under him, the two of us instantly hit it off and I would start doing a repair the way he wanted it before he even told me. ESP almost! I could tell by his body language that something was going on. He’s going into the hospital for cancer surgery next week. It had been in remission for years, but had come back in another place. Again, my anxiety up to 11. I had a day that had many victories, the vacuum replacement and the printer, but the printer came with a heavy emotional payload. I don’t know if I’ll be able to visit him in the hospital. My father died when I was 15 from cancer, and since then I’ve just had a dread of getting any medical tests done. When I broke my leg, I handled it quite well after my Pdoc visited me and had my meds increased a little to help with post traumatic stress. I also visited the psych ward while there to join in group therapy for PTS patients. Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose him. I’m ending on a positive note. Cheryl’s bursitis, and tendonitist is finally starting to show signs of improvement. She’s going to physio once a week and comes back with more exercises to do. She’s getting more degrees of movement everyday. She’s on half the dose on NSAID’s she started with and I help her how ever I can. Hot water bottle on the joint for ten minutes before starting exercises, and a cold compress afterwards. I still have my therabands from my leg break and am using them to offer some resistance to get full degree of movement back. The physiotherapist said that her joint didn’t freeze, has full movement, it’s just some swelling that needs to be looked after. She’s expected to make a full recovery. Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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Cheryl, Ted and I have begun our summer cleanup. Going in and getting the dust etc., that is in out of the way places. Just doing a real good cleaning. Everything going OK, but then the vacuum dies. Only had it 4 months, but the motor died. Poof, bye-bye, so long and gack. Had the receipt stapled to the box. I keep all boxes major and minor items with the sales bill stapled to it. Cheryl says it’s obsessive, I call it keeping everything in order so that items can be replaced or repaired under warranty. The vacuum was a cheapy. Said it collected all dust and allergens on the box, but had all the stuff vacuumed through the motor and some of it flew out the exhaust. Not really a well made piece of equipment. Had to go back to the store where I purchased it. I already knew that I wanted to return it and get a better unit. As soon as I entered the store my hands started to shake, my anxiety level went up to 11 on a scale of 1-10. Dry mouth, sweating and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Told the clerk that the hands shaking was from low blood glucose. He bought that Bulls&$%# line and I picked out the model I wanted to up sell to from their catologue. No problem there, except that this store didn’t have one but their store nearest us had a couple. One was saved for me. When I got to that store later in the afternoon, I had the clerk open the box and I wanted to make sure that everything was there and that it was built better than the last. Again anxiety right up there at 11, hands shaking and looking through the box. Everything there, so now I had to carry that box about 10 minutes to home. Did that OK. Got it assembled and working OK. Wife likes it a lot and so do I. As I was vacuuming there was a knock on the door and there was my old supervisor from the Feds. Said he had a colour printer for me, if I wanted it. LOL. I had a death grip on it a few seconds later. He said he had a newer model and that he hadn’t used this printer for about a year. I just need to clean the heads and it will work. As we were talking I noticed that he was upset about something. When I worked under him, the two of us instantly hit it off and I would start doing a repair the way he wanted it before he even told me. ESP almost! I could tell by his body language that something was going on. He’s going into the hospital for cancer surgery next week. It had been in remission for years, but had come back in another place. Again, my anxiety up to 11. I had a day that had many victories, the vacuum replacement and the printer, but the printer came with a heavy emotional payload. I don’t know if I’ll be able to visit him in the hospital. My father died when I was 15 from cancer, and since then I’ve just had a dread of getting any medical tests done. When I broke my leg, I handled it quite well after my Pdoc visited me and had my meds increased a little to help with post traumatic stress. I also visited the psych ward while there to join in group therapy for PTS patients. Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose him. I’m ending on a positive note. Cheryl’s bursitis, and tendonitist is finally starting to show signs of improvement. She’s going to physio once a week and comes back with more exercises to do. She’s getting more degrees of movement everyday. She’s on half the dose on NSAID’s she started with and I help her how ever I can. Hot water bottle on the joint for ten minutes before starting exercises, and a cold compress afterwards. I still have my therabands from my leg break and am using them to offer some resistance to get full degree of movement back. The physiotherapist said that her joint didn’t freeze, has full movement, it’s just some swelling that needs to be looked after. She’s expected to make a full recovery. Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
Response:
Hi, Alan, Good old deep cleaning time – I just finished mine up last week and then had the carpets cleaned. it does feel good!! My vacuum cleaner also quit on me – so I had to take a 2 day break from vacuuming in the middle of one big mess in my house… Sounds like you did get through the vacuum ordeal well and "little white lies" about the low blood glucose don’t hurt anyone. My husband is like you – he keeps receipts, books, parts on all major purchases. And they do come in handy from time to time. I am sorry to hear about your ex-co-worker. I wish him well… Good luck the cleaning and the printer. smiles, Elise
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cheryl, Ted and I have begun our summer cleanup. Going in and getting the dust etc., that is in out of the way places. Just doing a real good cleaning. Everything going OK, but then the vacuum dies. Only had it 4 months, but the motor died. Poof, bye-bye, so long and gack. Had the receipt stapled to the box. I keep all boxes major and minor items with the sales bill stapled to it. Cheryl says it’s obsessive, I call it keeping everything in order so that items can be replaced or repaired under warranty. The vacuum was a cheapy. Said it collected all dust and allergens on the box, but had all the stuff vacuumed through the motor and some of it flew out the exhaust. Not really a well made piece of equipment. Had to go back to the store where I purchased it. I already knew that I wanted to return it and get a better unit. As soon as I entered the store my hands started to shake, my anxiety level went up to 11 on a scale of 1-10. Dry mouth, sweating and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Told the clerk that the hands shaking was from low blood glucose. He bought that Bulls&$%# line and I picked out the model I wanted to up sell to from their catologue. No problem there, except that this store didn’t have one but their store nearest us had a couple. One was saved for me. When I got to that store later in the afternoon, I had the clerk open the box and I wanted to make sure that everything was there and that it was built better than the last. Again anxiety right up there at 11, hands shaking and looking through the box. Everything there, so now I had to carry that box about 10 minutes to home. Did that OK. Got it assembled and working OK. Wife likes it a lot and so do I. As I was vacuuming there was a knock on the door and there was my old supervisor from the Feds. Said he had a colour printer for me, if I wanted it. LOL. I had a death grip on it a few seconds later. He said he had a newer model and that he hadn’t used this printer for about a year. I just need to clean the heads and it will work. As we were talking I noticed that he was upset about something. When I worked under him, the two of us instantly hit it off and I would start doing a repair the way he wanted it before he even told me. ESP almost! I could tell by his body language that something was going on. He’s going into the hospital for cancer surgery next week. It had been in remission for years, but had come back in another place. Again, my anxiety up to 11. I had a day that had many victories, the vacuum replacement and the printer, but the printer came with a heavy emotional payload. I don’t know if I’ll be able to visit him in the hospital. My father died when I was 15 from cancer, and since then I’ve just had a dread of getting any medical tests done. When I broke my leg, I handled it quite well after my Pdoc visited me and had my meds increased a little to help with post traumatic stress. I also visited the psych ward while there to join in group therapy for PTS patients. Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose him. I’m ending on a positive note. Cheryl’s bursitis, and tendonitist is finally starting to show signs of improvement. She’s going to physio once a week and comes back with more exercises to do. She’s getting more degrees of movement everyday. She’s on half the dose on NSAID’s she started with and I help her how ever I can. Hot water bottle on the joint for ten minutes before starting exercises, and a cold compress afterwards. I still have my therabands from my leg break and am using them to offer some resistance to get full degree of movement back. The physiotherapist said that her joint didn’t freeze, has full movement, it’s just some swelling that needs to be looked after. She’s expected to make a full recovery. Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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That was quite a day. Damn right. Are you working with a pdoc or therapist for your anxiety ?
Yes. Both a therapist and a Pdoc. I see the Pdoc in 3 weeks for a meds review. My therapist is off on vacation, but I’ve got appointment for the 15th & 28th. I’ll be dicussing this. I used to have "11" panic attacks before I sought help from a pdoc.
It was this therapist that got me started doing journal entries and rating my anxiety levels. She reviews the reactions I have and we then discuss if my reaction was appropiate and work from there. It works quite well. You should have seen me before starting with her. 
((((( Hope your friend from work gets well.
Me too. He’s in our prayers. Tony
Thanks Tony, Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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That was quite a day. Are you working with a pdoc or therapist for your anxiety ? I used to have "11" panic attacks before I sought help from a pdoc. Hope your friend from work gets well. Tony
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:Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with :ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on :the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the :regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best :person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose :him. Dear Ted, Glad to hear you had some triumphs yesterday, you can always use some of those So sorry about your friend! If he beat cancer once, perhaps he can do it again, there is always hope. I wish him well. Jackie ~*~Hope’ is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tunes without the words And never stops –at all~*~
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Things sound very busy, Alan, but be sure to be kind to yourself. If you accept that anxiety might happen when you get in stressful encounters, then if it does, you understand that it will pass. So very sorry about your friend. It was so nice of you to just be a listener for him. Sometimes when one is facing serious illness, he or she simply wants someone to listen. You are a good friend to him, Alan. Take care, Liz – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cheryl, Ted and I have begun our summer cleanup. Going in and getting the dust etc., that is in out of the way places. Just doing a real good cleaning. Everything going OK, but then the vacuum dies. Only had it 4 months, but the motor died. Poof, bye-bye, so long and gack. Had the receipt stapled to the box. I keep all boxes major and minor items with the sales bill stapled to it. Cheryl says it’s obsessive, I call it keeping everything in order so that items can be replaced or repaired under warranty. The vacuum was a cheapy. Said it collected all dust and allergens on the box, but had all the stuff vacuumed through the motor and some of it flew out the exhaust. Not really a well made piece of equipment. Had to go back to the store where I purchased it. I already knew that I wanted to return it and get a better unit. As soon as I entered the store my hands started to shake, my anxiety level went up to 11 on a scale of 1-10. Dry mouth, sweating and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Told the clerk that the hands shaking was from low blood glucose. He bought that Bulls&$%# line and I picked out the model I wanted to up sell to from their catologue. No problem there, except that this store didn’t have one but their store nearest us had a couple. One was saved for me. When I got to that store later in the afternoon, I had the clerk open the box and I wanted to make sure that everything was there and that it was built better than the last. Again anxiety right up there at 11, hands shaking and looking through the box. Everything there, so now I had to carry that box about 10 minutes to home. Did that OK. Got it assembled and working OK. Wife likes it a lot and so do I. As I was vacuuming there was a knock on the door and there was my old supervisor from the Feds. Said he had a colour printer for me, if I wanted it. LOL. I had a death grip on it a few seconds later. He said he had a newer model and that he hadn’t used this printer for about a year. I just need to clean the heads and it will work. As we were talking I noticed that he was upset about something. When I worked under him, the two of us instantly hit it off and I would start doing a repair the way he wanted it before he even told me. ESP almost! I could tell by his body language that something was going on. He’s going into the hospital for cancer surgery next week. It had been in remission for years, but had come back in another place. Again, my anxiety up to 11. I had a day that had many victories, the vacuum replacement and the printer, but the printer came with a heavy emotional payload. I don’t know if I’ll be able to visit him in the hospital. My father died when I was 15 from cancer, and since then I’ve just had a dread of getting any medical tests done. When I broke my leg, I handled it quite well after my Pdoc visited me and had my meds increased a little to help with post traumatic stress. I also visited the psych ward while there to join in group therapy for PTS patients. Any way I’ll cut this rambling short. I just needed to share this with ASAP. Cheryl and I have discussed it, but it still has put a damper on the weekend. I’ll still clean, vacuum, go grocery shopping. All the regular stuff, but I still am worried about my friend. He was the best person I ever worked under. Period! Now I’m afraid that I might lose him. I’m ending on a positive note. Cheryl’s bursitis, and tendonitist is finally starting to show signs of improvement. She’s going to physio once a week and comes back with more exercises to do. She’s getting more degrees of movement everyday. She’s on half the dose on NSAID’s she started with and I help her how ever I can. Hot water bottle on the joint for ten minutes before starting exercises, and a cold compress afterwards. I still have my therabands from my leg break and am using them to offer some resistance to get full degree of movement back. The physiotherapist said that her joint didn’t freeze, has full movement, it’s just some swelling that needs to be looked after. She’s expected to make a full recovery. Alan B. If you want my real email, remove all the *’s.
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