It’s time

It’s been over 11 years since I’ve had any kind of hospital procedure and my Mom was always there with me.

I’ve spoken with my GB & it said it won’t give the surgeon any trouble. I feel like such a chicken, while I’ve been very lucky with my health.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be comfy in my own bed.

Goodnight, Moon.

Sleeping Beauty

Who says I haven’t been around? Maybe you’ve just been looking for Moo, in all the wrong places (la la la, tips cowboy hat).

I realized (for the 100th time) why I haven’t been blogging…I mean other than the sadness and depression. I haven’t “worked” for Tom for about 4 years. When I did, I’d sit at the dining room table and get bored with QuickBooks…surf the web…do some blogging.

Now, I sit in my recliner with my laptop and it’s just not conducive to blogging. I don’t really go on my laptop very often. I’m using my iPad or my phone and trying to blog with those is not very flowy. Adding pictures, formatting…it’s all very fiddly and not fun.

SO!

At the end of July, I ended up in the Emergency Room. I was having a gall bladder attack but it felt like I was having a heart attack. No infection, no stones, a shot of Morphine, and a ‘scrip for Oxycodone and I was sent home. I’ve know for about 6 years that my GB (it no longer deserves to be anything more than initials) wasn’t performing well. My Gastroenterologist had sent me for testing.

What I didn’t know was I should have seen a general surgeon to have it removed. Every trip to my Gastro resulted in “Oh, those pains are your GB.” Never, “Oh, those pains are your GB and you should see a surgeon to remove it.”

I. HAD. NO. IDEA. that my Gastro Dude wasn’t THE Dude for this type of thing.

My GP finally told me when I showed up for a follow-up visit regarding my high cholesterol (don’t get me started), “You need to see a general surgeon.”

DOH!

In less than 2 weeks I’m having my GB removed. On Twitter, I’ve given it a hashtag of #BBGB2014 (Bye Bye Gall Bladder).

I’ve been pretty miserable, what with being darned afraid to eat, being nauseated, having random stomach pains and shoulder pains for the past month.

Now I’m making a list of all the things I can do while recuperating. Nevermind that I’ve been told I’ll be feeling MUCH better, right away. I’m gonna RECUPERATE. I’ll do ALL THE THINGS…from the comfort of my bed, or futon, or recliner.

OK. My word count is nearing 400. Whew, what a day! I already feel like things will be easier.

Runs off to do laundry…and by laundry, I mean knitting.

Color Affection

p.s. Don’t worry. This blog will still be non-gramatically correct, have too many commas,, and run-on sentences. It’s not going to be high-in-fiber-good-for-you nor will it be something that is meant to educate, enlighten or be newsworthy. I only aim to ramble and possibly entertain. If I ever start to get “deep”, I’m sure someone will let me know in the Comments section.

p.p.s. I like comments. :)

All In A Day’s Work

This story was published in ATO* News. I have deleted names of other FAA personnel for their privacy.

*(Air Traffic Organization)

I’m just the proud wife.

Morristown Controller’s Diligence Saves Four Lives – written by Kyle Pearson (staff writer)

November 12 –

Morristown Tower air traffic controller Thomas Prestia makes a habit of watching VFR aircraft after they leave the tower’s airspace. This summer, that extra attention saved the lives of at least four people.

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On the evening of Aug. 5, a medical helicopter departed Morristown Municipal Airport in New Jersey on its way to the company’s home base north of the airport. After pilot Rob Cooper cleared the Class D airspace around the airport, he checked in with Prestia for a frequency change.

Before issuing the new frequency, Prestia pointed out two southbound aircraft to Cooper. Both were small planes, and both were flying directly at the helicopter at the same altitude. Neither was on Prestia’s frequency.

Cooper saw the second plane but thought it was the first. He told Prestia he couldn’t see the other plane, and Prestia knew Cooper couldn’t see the aircraft that was closest to the helicopter. Prestia quickly called it out again, saying it was at Cooper’s 11 o’clock at the same altitude.

Seconds later, Cooper saw the first plane and told Prestia he was taking evasive action. “That was a first for me,” Prestia said. “I’ve never heard a pilot say ‘We’re taking evasive action.’”

Watching on the tower’s radar monitor, Prestia saw the two aircrafts’ radar targets merge as they passed each other. “On the radar they were one target,” he said. “All I could see was that and the other aircraft a mile behind.”

They certainly got close. As the two aircraft passed, Cooper later told Prestia he could see the whites of the other pilot’s eyes.

Without Prestia’s immediate and determined action, they probably would have hit—and quickly. Prestia estimates the southbound aircraft was flying at about 100 miles per hour, and the helicopter was going at least that fast.

“If he hadn’t said something, I’m fairly certain we would have been a pile of ash,” Cooper said.

But Prestia didn’t panic. He didn’t rush his transmission and confuse Cooper. “I tend to slow down,” he said. “I’ve found that if I say something once, slowly and clearly, pilots will understand faster than If I say something quickly twice. I can go faster by saying things one time.”

Prestia also keeps pilots on the tower’s frequency unless they ask to switch to the unicom frequency. That way he can watch them and issue traffic that they might not otherwise see. That definitely paid off in this case.

“If I had switched him at the border [of Morristown Tower’s airspace], he would have been gone,” Prestia said. “I wouldn’t have been there to help him.”

Cooper was definitely glad Prestia was there. He thanked Prestia on the frequency, called the facility after he landed to thank him again and sent a letter to the tower thanking him. The next day he stopped by to thank Prestia in person.

Prestia sent the letter to his wife when he received it. It brought tears to her eyes and Prestia’s. “I sent the letter to my wife, and she told me she was crying,” Prestia said. “I sort of was, too. It’s going up on the wall.”

In the letter, Cooper thanked Prestia for “his excellent handling of our situation and actions outside of his airspace. He, in my opinion, did save me and my aircrew from a collision with another aircraft just outside of Morristown Airport Class D airspace.”

After recounting the incident, and estimating that the plane was between 1/8 and 1/16 of a mile away when he turned left to avoid a collision, Cooper continues to praise Prestia: “He is truly a great asset to the Morristown Airport and the FAA. His dedication and professionalism were demonstrated to both me and my aircrew, and we thank him for his work.”

Prestia’s managers at Morristown Tower feel the same way. “Tom went the extra mile to make sure the pilot saw the other aircraft,” said ##### an operations supervisor at Morristown Tower.

“Tom is the type of controller who always goes outside his airspace and his normal duties,” said #####, the air traffic manager at Morristown Tower. “He thinks of a lot of different scenarios at once. He’ll call other facilities and verify information that he thinks is important to an airplane’s safety.”

Prestia is deservedly proud of his actions, but he’s just thinking of it as another day at a job he’s loved for the last 27 years. “It’s not anything different than I would normally do,” he said.

Finally Planted

Garden All
Whole Garden Overview

Even tho I bought seeds for everything, the weather kept us Tom from clearing and amending the beds. A few trips to Home Depot and Lowe’s and now there are actual plants, along with seeds.

I know that they look like bins of dirt but soon – fingers crossed – they’ll start taking off.

Blooming. Sprouting. It’s going to get exciting, trust me!

The only excitement that I don’t want is having another run-in with a groundhog. Yesterday the baby – yes, we have a mother and baby living under our deck – was in the garden. I didn’t want to scare it but it didn’t understand me telling it that the gate was open. At least I found out where the wire was loose enough for it to wriggle out.

So, here are the beds…

Bed B Bed C Bed D

The Rocky Cucumbers are from seed.

Bed E

All of Bed E is from seed.

Bed F

All of Bed F is from seed.

Bed G Bed H Bed I

…Like A Lamb

I believe this is March, going out like a lamb*.

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What is this fascination with clouds? They’re so beautiful, whether they’re well behaved or threatening to storm.

Stay puffy, clouds. Stay puffy.

*For the young ‘uns, that’s part of a saying. “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.”
Look it up on The Google.

Weed Me A Story

You know I dig the digging and it’s been a while since I’ve posted a video so this is just a few photos of the garden.

Tom has tried to weed and he did clear three beds, so I could do a little planting but it was just too much. We finally got a hold of – as Tom’s Aunt would call them – The Guys. (You know, as in…electrical problem? Call The Guy!) Tom plays golf with a lawn guy.

They showed up today and six of them descended like locusts.

It was Gone In 90 Minutes*

I realized that the garden symbolizes how my brain has been since my Mom was diagnosed with Cancer. Their house is being listed this week and a lot of the stress has eased, although the anxiety still lingers.

There’s always more weeding to be done but at least the beds are clear!

*Starring Nic Cage