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Showing posts with label Present status. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 28, 2013
A good week
This week started somewhat poorly but all in all it's been one of the better weeks for months.
Last Thursday my mom was rushed to hospital. She had a fit. She lost her balance on her way to the dinner table, sat down and proceeded to shovel food into her mouth and then kept asking my father when they were going to the Christmas dinner party for work. He called my sister, who's a nurse, who immediately called an ambulance. By the time the medical personnel came, she was back to normal, but didn't remember anything of what had happened the last few hours. At the hospital checks were done, but nothing showed. They suspect a minor stroke, or blood clot in her brain. She was released and came home from hospital the next day and all is well now.
According to my sister, she told the doctors at the hospital that the reason for the blood clot was because she had been so stressed out with all the work of preparing and packing of the moose meat... I was there the day before and cut, minced, packed and divided the meat with my dad. Mom was snoring on the sofa most of the time, but she did ask if she could help by the end and she did dry some of the bowls and knives we had used that I had washed. We thanked her profusely and she was very proud of having helped. I am no longer allowed to visit more than short periods and under no circumstances stress her out... Gosh I'm such a troublesome daughter![/end sarcasm]
Monday morning started with a close encounter with a rocking chair. Result; a smashed toe and the loss of a nail. Well, the nail is still on, partially, it's just blue. And there is leakage. Gross! And Pain! I guess the fact that I had to force the foot into a boot and spend all day walking on it, didn't help much, but it did grant me the next two days where I couldn't do much other than knit. A lot. Whee!
I've been knitting woolen baby hats for a project I was asked to help my niece with. They're sending a load of hats down to Ethiopia. I've finished two and if there is time, I'll be doing one or two more. I'm beginning to really enjoy knitting baby clothes. They're so quickly finished and I'm learning new stuff and new techniques. F.U.N.
Tuesday Simen had Occupational-Booth-Day at school, which meant he had to attend school from 3 - 7 pm (his stand won, by the way and he got his picture in the local newspaper) and had the opportunity to chauffeur his old mom around all day, or that is, he drove me up to see Brit(MIL) and she gave me most of her button-collection, because she knew I was going over to my friend, Ellen's that evening and she thought perhaps we could make use of some of the buttons for the things we were knitting. Ellen was ecstatic and we both agreed that I have one helluva MIL. Ellen is drowning in work, btw. She has her own net shop that her oldest daughter is managing and she's been taking orders like crazy - that are to be finished and sent out before Christmas - because she's quit smoking and is majorly p'ed off, Ellen says, but that is just Ellen talking cause she's p'ed off with the work and her daughter's lousy mood. here's a link to her page. Her work is amazing. She's made up half of the recipes herself. The name Mormor og Mia translates to Granny and Mia (her granddaughter's name)
Mormor og Mia
Runar's new firm is doing quite alright, but even if they are selling goods and making money, they are still in phase one of the whole business-starting-cycle and there hasn't been enough money for paying wages, yet. That means we are now down to zero, financially. Suckage! Runar has assured me there will be enough for half a months wages by next week, so that we can pay our mortgage and the rest of the month's wages will be paid the week after, so that we can afford to celebrate Christmas.
Update:
forgot link to site - only in Norwegian yet, but you can see what machines++ they're dealing with Kstek.no
Marianne is doing great. She's getting so big. 40 kg here's an "action picture" of Runar and her - I love Google for this - and a few of Simen and her. How Marianne greets the boys when they get home.
Marianne loves Daddy
And she loves Simen just as much. This is what normally happens when he gets home from work in the evenings after having been gone since early morning.
PS!
Best news of the week: HELENE AND BOYFRIEND WILL BE COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!! They won't stay for long, only from 23rd to 25th, but it doesn't matter, because they'll be spending Christmas Eve with us and that makes me ridiculously happy! ^__^
PPS!
Oh, note to Helene's friend, Maria. I will send you your scarf today. Promise!
Last Thursday my mom was rushed to hospital. She had a fit. She lost her balance on her way to the dinner table, sat down and proceeded to shovel food into her mouth and then kept asking my father when they were going to the Christmas dinner party for work. He called my sister, who's a nurse, who immediately called an ambulance. By the time the medical personnel came, she was back to normal, but didn't remember anything of what had happened the last few hours. At the hospital checks were done, but nothing showed. They suspect a minor stroke, or blood clot in her brain. She was released and came home from hospital the next day and all is well now.
According to my sister, she told the doctors at the hospital that the reason for the blood clot was because she had been so stressed out with all the work of preparing and packing of the moose meat... I was there the day before and cut, minced, packed and divided the meat with my dad. Mom was snoring on the sofa most of the time, but she did ask if she could help by the end and she did dry some of the bowls and knives we had used that I had washed. We thanked her profusely and she was very proud of having helped. I am no longer allowed to visit more than short periods and under no circumstances stress her out... Gosh I'm such a troublesome daughter![/end sarcasm]
Monday morning started with a close encounter with a rocking chair. Result; a smashed toe and the loss of a nail. Well, the nail is still on, partially, it's just blue. And there is leakage. Gross! And Pain! I guess the fact that I had to force the foot into a boot and spend all day walking on it, didn't help much, but it did grant me the next two days where I couldn't do much other than knit. A lot. Whee!
I've been knitting woolen baby hats for a project I was asked to help my niece with. They're sending a load of hats down to Ethiopia. I've finished two and if there is time, I'll be doing one or two more. I'm beginning to really enjoy knitting baby clothes. They're so quickly finished and I'm learning new stuff and new techniques. F.U.N.
Tuesday Simen had Occupational-Booth-Day at school, which meant he had to attend school from 3 - 7 pm (his stand won, by the way and he got his picture in the local newspaper) and had the opportunity to chauffeur his old mom around all day, or that is, he drove me up to see Brit(MIL) and she gave me most of her button-collection, because she knew I was going over to my friend, Ellen's that evening and she thought perhaps we could make use of some of the buttons for the things we were knitting. Ellen was ecstatic and we both agreed that I have one helluva MIL. Ellen is drowning in work, btw. She has her own net shop that her oldest daughter is managing and she's been taking orders like crazy - that are to be finished and sent out before Christmas - because she's quit smoking and is majorly p'ed off, Ellen says, but that is just Ellen talking cause she's p'ed off with the work and her daughter's lousy mood. here's a link to her page. Her work is amazing. She's made up half of the recipes herself. The name Mormor og Mia translates to Granny and Mia (her granddaughter's name)
Mormor og Mia
Runar's new firm is doing quite alright, but even if they are selling goods and making money, they are still in phase one of the whole business-starting-cycle and there hasn't been enough money for paying wages, yet. That means we are now down to zero, financially. Suckage! Runar has assured me there will be enough for half a months wages by next week, so that we can pay our mortgage and the rest of the month's wages will be paid the week after, so that we can afford to celebrate Christmas.
Update:
forgot link to site - only in Norwegian yet, but you can see what machines++ they're dealing with Kstek.no
Marianne is doing great. She's getting so big. 40 kg here's an "action picture" of Runar and her - I love Google for this - and a few of Simen and her. How Marianne greets the boys when they get home.
Marianne loves Daddy
PS!
Best news of the week: HELENE AND BOYFRIEND WILL BE COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!! They won't stay for long, only from 23rd to 25th, but it doesn't matter, because they'll be spending Christmas Eve with us and that makes me ridiculously happy! ^__^
PPS!
Oh, note to Helene's friend, Maria. I will send you your scarf today. Promise!
Friday, October 4, 2013
Some days
Lorin, I stole that expression from you and decided to add some Marianne, because it so completely fits how I feel these days
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Rheumatologist's verdict
In short he basically confirmed what my regular doc and I have figured out. I have rheumatoid arthritis. The psoriasis affects my neck in addition to my fibromyalgia being severe. Fothermucker!
The things I'm doing already, walks, hikes, knitting, moving about as much as possible and normal everyday chores are what he would recommend me doing, which is a good thing. Another good thing is that as long as I'm still able to move my fingers and the new meds I've got is helping, I don't need to start any injections directly into my joints just yet. Huzzah! I'll need to go back for regular checkups, but pfft, I can handle that.
He talked a bit about fibro, he pointed out that it is under no circumstances an imagined illness, nor was it related to any psychiatric disorders - at least not in my case, which, I have to say, was rather nice to hear. I've been met with some rather nasty comments from other doctors and so called expert up through the years. He then basically repeated what I've been told before, that even though I my fibro is severe, the fact that I've practiced karate and kept fit most of my adult life, is a huge advantage. I still have more muscle mass than most women my age. He had me do all sorts of things and measured my strength and whatnot. Fun!
The bad thing is that my neck issues won't get better and all I can do is work to slow down the worsening of it by keeping up what I'm doing.
That was all I had time for. Life is busy. I'm expecting my brother in law Thomas to deliver Vera(the golden retriever pup) any minute. We're babysitting her the rest of the week.
The things I'm doing already, walks, hikes, knitting, moving about as much as possible and normal everyday chores are what he would recommend me doing, which is a good thing. Another good thing is that as long as I'm still able to move my fingers and the new meds I've got is helping, I don't need to start any injections directly into my joints just yet. Huzzah! I'll need to go back for regular checkups, but pfft, I can handle that.
He talked a bit about fibro, he pointed out that it is under no circumstances an imagined illness, nor was it related to any psychiatric disorders - at least not in my case, which, I have to say, was rather nice to hear. I've been met with some rather nasty comments from other doctors and so called expert up through the years. He then basically repeated what I've been told before, that even though I my fibro is severe, the fact that I've practiced karate and kept fit most of my adult life, is a huge advantage. I still have more muscle mass than most women my age. He had me do all sorts of things and measured my strength and whatnot. Fun!
The bad thing is that my neck issues won't get better and all I can do is work to slow down the worsening of it by keeping up what I'm doing.
That was all I had time for. Life is busy. I'm expecting my brother in law Thomas to deliver Vera(the golden retriever pup) any minute. We're babysitting her the rest of the week.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Update: OMGOMGOMGOMGOOOOOHMYYYYGAAAAWWWD!!!!
I've got a BIG secret. It's the friggin' BESTEST thing that has happened this entire decade! I'm so stoked I can hardly contain myself.
But...
..you are so not going to guess it!
Have a fantabulous weekend, guys!
Update: Well, turns out I have to moderate myself and watch my vocabulary or something to that extent. Hubby is in negotiations for his new position and a solid raise. He has been told the position is his and that the pay is set(We're talking about a raise on about 9.000 NOK which is a lot and we need this sooo bad), but papers have yet to be signed, soo....shhh and keep fingers crossed?
We're heading back up to the mountain tonight as it's Labour Day over here tomorrow. I've been clearing the flowerbeds up there. Things are starting to sprout buds and some are already blooming up there as well. If the forecast is correct we're in for a period with high temps(that means above +10C) the leaves on all the trees sprouts and the woods will be green and full of life again. I'm planning on sowing all my various flower seeds later this week. Joy!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Who's your hero(ine)?
I've been down in the dump this week. Inflammation and fever drains me like nothing else. It wasn't unexpected as things have been crazy and busy, but in a good way and absolutely worth it. We gathered the whole gang - both sides - Saturday for an outdoor day of funness. The weather gods were on our side and people were happy. Georg, Olga and Vera were playing on the field and we all took joy in watching them, until Olga found the mudhole and Georg - being a show-off kind of guy - impressed the 4-legged ladies by morphing into a mud monster. Us 2-legged ladies weren't all that impressed, as we don't really consider mud as a good alternative for salad dressing. When I had to drag him down to the lake to rinse him off, he ALMOST looked like he regretted the stunt. There he impressed me with his almost-swimming and we became best friends again and were both happy walking back home.
I wish I had some photos and videos to show you, but I'm afraid I've misplaced the camera...again...I know. It's suspicious. Could it be the house imp being at large and having his mischievous fun again? Could it be the hubby fearing he'll be caught on camera with a bad hair do? Or, could it be just me being my usual skitterbrained self? Mysteries!
Anyways, as I've been so out of spoons (explanation link ) that I've been more or less unable to communicate with the outside world, I've been reading blogs instead. It's a kind of communication, right?!? I love checking my blog list when I get up at 6 am too tired to think and too stiff and achy to do much of anything else, other than try staying awake.
This morning I read The Bloggess and her story about Amelia. It got me thinking. Did I have a heroine who inspired me to do the things I didn't think I could, or didn't think I dared? I was an anxious child. I never slept over at friends until I was 10 or older and there were only two girls I trusted to sleep over at our house, although I much preferred that. My mother being a ..character, that was a big risk, believe me. I was used to being alone as we were up at the mountain farm a lot and was happy in my own private company.
I remember I was so anxious when I was to start school I got sick. So sick the doctors wanted to have me put in hospital due to dehydration. That thought scared me so much that I forced myself to keep down fluid and drag myself to school. Most children had their mothers follow them and stay with them the first week of school, but my mother didn't believe in that sort of 'babying big girls' and neither did she have the time as she was busy with my new born sister. To muster enough courage to get out of bed and walk to school I thought of my little heroine, Little My. She was very small, but fiercely determined and did stuff even if she was afraid. I wanted so badly to be like her, I managed to overcome a lot of my anxiety and fears.
Being a child, it didn't really matter that she was a fictional character in a book. She was what I needed. She was an inspiration and when I think about it, she has remained an inspiration even after I became a grown up. I still find I'm telling myself that it is alright to be scared as long as you keep on going, as long as you don't give up trying. I had simply forgotten where those words came from.
Now I know and I will remember. Also I am so grateful to my parents for reading me stories about Little My and Phoo when I was a frightened little girl at 3 and to my dad in particular, because he had the patience to re-read them again and again until I learned to read on my own.
Do you have a personal hero or someone who's been an inspiration to you and helped you reach goals? I hope you do. I think it's a pretty useful thing to have.
...and because I've sort of promised myself not to make this a whiny blog and to not end my posts on a sad note
Another blog I read, mainly because she cracks me up and is my kind of crazy, is Jenny from the Blog I love this woman! She's so funny. Who'd have known Isabella Rosselini did animal porn?!? I've always admired her as an actress, now she's on my list of heros and she's there to stay!
I wish I had some photos and videos to show you, but I'm afraid I've misplaced the camera...again...I know. It's suspicious. Could it be the house imp being at large and having his mischievous fun again? Could it be the hubby fearing he'll be caught on camera with a bad hair do? Or, could it be just me being my usual skitterbrained self? Mysteries!
Anyways, as I've been so out of spoons (explanation link ) that I've been more or less unable to communicate with the outside world, I've been reading blogs instead. It's a kind of communication, right?!? I love checking my blog list when I get up at 6 am too tired to think and too stiff and achy to do much of anything else, other than try staying awake.
This morning I read The Bloggess and her story about Amelia. It got me thinking. Did I have a heroine who inspired me to do the things I didn't think I could, or didn't think I dared? I was an anxious child. I never slept over at friends until I was 10 or older and there were only two girls I trusted to sleep over at our house, although I much preferred that. My mother being a ..character, that was a big risk, believe me. I was used to being alone as we were up at the mountain farm a lot and was happy in my own private company.
I remember I was so anxious when I was to start school I got sick. So sick the doctors wanted to have me put in hospital due to dehydration. That thought scared me so much that I forced myself to keep down fluid and drag myself to school. Most children had their mothers follow them and stay with them the first week of school, but my mother didn't believe in that sort of 'babying big girls' and neither did she have the time as she was busy with my new born sister. To muster enough courage to get out of bed and walk to school I thought of my little heroine, Little My. She was very small, but fiercely determined and did stuff even if she was afraid. I wanted so badly to be like her, I managed to overcome a lot of my anxiety and fears.
Being a child, it didn't really matter that she was a fictional character in a book. She was what I needed. She was an inspiration and when I think about it, she has remained an inspiration even after I became a grown up. I still find I'm telling myself that it is alright to be scared as long as you keep on going, as long as you don't give up trying. I had simply forgotten where those words came from.
Now I know and I will remember. Also I am so grateful to my parents for reading me stories about Little My and Phoo when I was a frightened little girl at 3 and to my dad in particular, because he had the patience to re-read them again and again until I learned to read on my own.
Do you have a personal hero or someone who's been an inspiration to you and helped you reach goals? I hope you do. I think it's a pretty useful thing to have.
...and because I've sort of promised myself not to make this a whiny blog and to not end my posts on a sad note
Another blog I read, mainly because she cracks me up and is my kind of crazy, is Jenny from the Blog I love this woman! She's so funny. Who'd have known Isabella Rosselini did animal porn?!? I've always admired her as an actress, now she's on my list of heros and she's there to stay!
Monday, August 29, 2011
The punishment does not fit the crime
I had too much wine at the summer party. It was fun while it lasted and I danced a lot, but hells bells! I was sick as a dog yesterday and I'm still a bundle of nerves. Seriously contemplating hibernation for a few months...
On a happier note; Runar got a substancial advancement of his inheritance and all debts(apart from mortgage which is up to date already) and bills are paid. Huzzah!
Runar called Helene and had a nice chat with her, telling her he was happy and proud of her grown up decision about working instead of continuing her studies when unmotivated. Go, go Dad-man!
Oh, and it went well at the doctor. Got a whole storage of meds, which is nice as it means I don't have to go see her that often and it saves me a lot of money. Got a copy of the letter she wrote the health and social authorities, which will make my job of filling out the form a lot easier. I need to see my caseworker this week and hand in the form, whether I want to or not, though, so I guess that plan about going into hibernation has to wait a bit more...
On a happier note; Runar got a substancial advancement of his inheritance and all debts(apart from mortgage which is up to date already) and bills are paid. Huzzah!
Runar called Helene and had a nice chat with her, telling her he was happy and proud of her grown up decision about working instead of continuing her studies when unmotivated. Go, go Dad-man!
Oh, and it went well at the doctor. Got a whole storage of meds, which is nice as it means I don't have to go see her that often and it saves me a lot of money. Got a copy of the letter she wrote the health and social authorities, which will make my job of filling out the form a lot easier. I need to see my caseworker this week and hand in the form, whether I want to or not, though, so I guess that plan about going into hibernation has to wait a bit more...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Okay, sort of an update
Things are still a bit 'bob-bob'. There are no catastrophes happening, it's just really hard keeping my head above water, being the strong, positive force giving support and energy to everybody around me when all I want is to go into hibernation until things get better, or easier.
I can't really bring it all up here as my blog isn't private and I have to keep that in mind
Money issues are a bitch even on the best of days. I am the one in this household who manages the bills, loans, insurance, etc. The first 3-4 months of the year are always tough, because that is when the big nasty bills regarding electricity, municipal taxes and national road taxes are due on top of the regular nasty bills. This year has been worse, because all our savings are gone. (confirmation party for son, driver's license for daughter and a wedding abroad all in the same year, have a funny way of eating up savings).
Hubby is more than grumpy about our finances and is looking for a scapegoat. Since he refuses to have anything to do with planning and dealing with our finances, it's my job to try figure out how to make money last. Sadly I lack any magic abilities to create money from nothing. Hubby thinks that's the least I could do as he thinks it's my fault we're in this mess as I'm the one whose health didn't keep up.... and things are still at a stand still with my disablement and my insurance, which sux beyond sucking. I'm making calls, I'm checking up on caseworkers, doctors, etc, but....yeah...no decisions have been made yet, no payments are ready yet. Hubby and I are having these wonderful and fulfilling [Yes, I am being sarcastic] discussions about who's more to blame these days.
I'm aware that I'm not the breadwinner, particularly the last 5 years with 40% cut off from my already low paid wages. Which are low, mind you, because I had to pick a job where I could leave at 4 pm to pick up the kids at daycare/school(because you claimed that was a woman's responsibility) and those jobs don't grow on trees and neither are they well paid.
I understand that it sux to work full time and never having any extra for personal spending, but hey, that's the norm for most of us, right? It's not like I have ever had that luxury. Well, yes, I HAVE purchased books, but that is money I have taken from the clothes budget, besides, if we compare hobbies, I'd say my 5 books a year is far cheaper than your guns and ammo. Yes, I am aware that you hunt and OCCASIONALLY, bring home dinner, 4 ducks in two years and a rabbit if you take credit for your son's kill as well as your own, HALLELUJAH! [Yes, still dripping sarcasm]
Latest issue on the who-is-to-blame-the-most-for-all-our-misery contest is smoking. Aye, that's one I'm guilty of charge at. I smoke tobacco. I shouldn't smoke at all, I know. Even though I smoke half of what hubby does, it doesn't really matter. I have health issues that doesn't get better with me smoking. Will they get better when I quit smoking completely? I really doubt it, but I do know my general health and well being will benefit from quitting.
Thing is, quitting smoking is a personal thing for me. I don't want to do it when somebody else says so, or the way somebody else tells me to. I want to quit when I want to quit, how I want to do it and I don't want to be responsible for anybody else quitting or not. period. Hubby wants me to quit first and he wants to control the when and how....yeah....it's stupid. Am I using him as an excuse to keep on smoking. Probably. I know I need to just block out his words and actions and just do it, but dawg gone it, I'm a mere morta just as he is. He wants to be proud of me, he says.....he should have married superwoman or a mutant.
No, we're not getting divorced. When you've been married for 20+ years the idea of actually divorcing your spouse seems more work than just riding the storm till it ends....because it will end. It always does. At least it has done so for us....I can't really speak for others
And we can even make temporarily truces, like we did on Saturday. We decided to put everything aside for the day and took the dog and went hiking in the woods. Did us worlds of good and we had a nice evening too. 'Nudge, nudge, know what I mean?' and all that jazz. I'll get some pictures up when I get around to uploading them to the computer. We haven't worked it all out, but at present we're not fighting either....
I can't really bring it all up here as my blog isn't private and I have to keep that in mind
Money issues are a bitch even on the best of days. I am the one in this household who manages the bills, loans, insurance, etc. The first 3-4 months of the year are always tough, because that is when the big nasty bills regarding electricity, municipal taxes and national road taxes are due on top of the regular nasty bills. This year has been worse, because all our savings are gone. (confirmation party for son, driver's license for daughter and a wedding abroad all in the same year, have a funny way of eating up savings).
Hubby is more than grumpy about our finances and is looking for a scapegoat. Since he refuses to have anything to do with planning and dealing with our finances, it's my job to try figure out how to make money last. Sadly I lack any magic abilities to create money from nothing. Hubby thinks that's the least I could do as he thinks it's my fault we're in this mess as I'm the one whose health didn't keep up.... and things are still at a stand still with my disablement and my insurance, which sux beyond sucking. I'm making calls, I'm checking up on caseworkers, doctors, etc, but....yeah...no decisions have been made yet, no payments are ready yet. Hubby and I are having these wonderful and fulfilling [Yes, I am being sarcastic] discussions about who's more to blame these days.
I'm aware that I'm not the breadwinner, particularly the last 5 years with 40% cut off from my already low paid wages. Which are low, mind you, because I had to pick a job where I could leave at 4 pm to pick up the kids at daycare/school(because you claimed that was a woman's responsibility) and those jobs don't grow on trees and neither are they well paid.
I understand that it sux to work full time and never having any extra for personal spending, but hey, that's the norm for most of us, right? It's not like I have ever had that luxury. Well, yes, I HAVE purchased books, but that is money I have taken from the clothes budget, besides, if we compare hobbies, I'd say my 5 books a year is far cheaper than your guns and ammo. Yes, I am aware that you hunt and OCCASIONALLY, bring home dinner, 4 ducks in two years and a rabbit if you take credit for your son's kill as well as your own, HALLELUJAH! [Yes, still dripping sarcasm]
Latest issue on the who-is-to-blame-the-most-for-all-our-misery contest is smoking. Aye, that's one I'm guilty of charge at. I smoke tobacco. I shouldn't smoke at all, I know. Even though I smoke half of what hubby does, it doesn't really matter. I have health issues that doesn't get better with me smoking. Will they get better when I quit smoking completely? I really doubt it, but I do know my general health and well being will benefit from quitting.
Thing is, quitting smoking is a personal thing for me. I don't want to do it when somebody else says so, or the way somebody else tells me to. I want to quit when I want to quit, how I want to do it and I don't want to be responsible for anybody else quitting or not. period. Hubby wants me to quit first and he wants to control the when and how....yeah....it's stupid. Am I using him as an excuse to keep on smoking. Probably. I know I need to just block out his words and actions and just do it, but dawg gone it, I'm a mere morta just as he is. He wants to be proud of me, he says.....he should have married superwoman or a mutant.
No, we're not getting divorced. When you've been married for 20+ years the idea of actually divorcing your spouse seems more work than just riding the storm till it ends....because it will end. It always does. At least it has done so for us....I can't really speak for others
And we can even make temporarily truces, like we did on Saturday. We decided to put everything aside for the day and took the dog and went hiking in the woods. Did us worlds of good and we had a nice evening too. 'Nudge, nudge, know what I mean?' and all that jazz. I'll get some pictures up when I get around to uploading them to the computer. We haven't worked it all out, but at present we're not fighting either....
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Issues with insurance company
Being honest and doing the right thing ought to pay off. Right?!? I mean...it really should. I believe in honesty. I have raised my kids to be honest. I've told them that they're smart enough and that as long as they keep to the truth, work hard and do right by themselves and others, they'll do okay and that in the long run they will have far less worries than a lying, sneaking cold hearted cynical bastard would and have far happier lives too.
Reality, however doesn't work that way. In reality people screw you over again and again and when you do things the right way and you're being honest; reality doesn't only screw you, but screws you TWICE over.
ARGH!
It's frustrating and it is making me a cynical cold hearted bastard and I hate that! Of course I've told my kids this as well. I've told them that life isn't fair, never has been and never will be so many times I can't count them. But, I have claimed and still do claim that it is possible to grow up and not become a cynical cold hearted bastard as long as they work hard, keep to the truth and do what is right...because I really don't want them to grow up into cynical cold hearted bastards. The world has too many of those already. The way the world is today and where the world is heading, the expression: "Go to hell!" becomes more or less meaningless...
-whine whine, pout, whine, display of cynicism, complain, hate, sulk, whine, blah blah blah.-
Got a letter from my insurance company. They are charging me of lying and giving false information. Damn them to seventh lower hell and back!
At the time I got my disablement insurance I had problems with anemia and asthma. I was honest about these things - I mean, there is no point not to as they can get info about medical records eitherwho. I think this is what irks me most about this whole thing. Hells Bells! Do they think I'm STUPID?!?! In order to get an accident- and disablement insurance, you need to fill out this form regarding health and accidents etc. I took this form to my bank/insurance comp. and asked for help filling it out. I told them truthfully about my health issues that I was aware of at the time and that I had had various periods of sick leave from my job and didn't remember them all. I was told I did not need to worry about that as they would get the necessary info from the authorities and doctors. I was told to just leave the part with sick leave blank and that she would write a note explaining why and about our meeting.
The issues with my anemia and asthma was noted and I was told that any health issues regarding those would not be covered - which I knew and which is why I told them about it. (oh, and this part of that meeting and about my insurance, they do have info about. How surprising....NOT!)
Anyhow, I filled in what I was told was necessary and handed in the form and believed everything was okay. Earlier this winter I had a talk with my insurance guy who informed me that I was missing out on a lot of money as I was eligible for disablement insurance since 2006/2007. He helped me fill out a request form and I was happily awaiting feedback from them, believing all was well and fine.
Until I get this letter where they point out the missing date-info about my earlier sick leaves and used this against me, claiming I lied about important info and was thus not eligible for any disablement insurance at all and never would be.
I've been on phones with them all morning and have written a letter - as requested - to them, so now I guess I will have to wait and see what their next move will be. I don't doubt for a second that they will have one or many. Dastardly vultures! <_< .
Lesson for future: Don't trust anybody (this is old news) Get the names - full names - of everybody you talk to, be it banks, insurance, government, doctors or priest(Yes, priests, in my experience these are the worst liars of the whole lot) and preferably get everything IN WRITING. Never trust employers to help you when they say they will, never trust them when they say that you don't need to bother about this and that. Always do the bloody hard work of gathering all copies - always keep copies of documents regarding banks, insurance, governments, doctors and priests in a secure place.
And last but not least; when they pull out their insane charges and claims, slap your copies and documents with full names and correct info in their laps and roar in their faces and get what you are owned!
PS! I know I promised a review that is not quite a review on the boos I've read lately, but I can't write fairly about books I like when I feel like axing someone...I'll get there, though...eventually
Reality, however doesn't work that way. In reality people screw you over again and again and when you do things the right way and you're being honest; reality doesn't only screw you, but screws you TWICE over.
ARGH!
It's frustrating and it is making me a cynical cold hearted bastard and I hate that! Of course I've told my kids this as well. I've told them that life isn't fair, never has been and never will be so many times I can't count them. But, I have claimed and still do claim that it is possible to grow up and not become a cynical cold hearted bastard as long as they work hard, keep to the truth and do what is right...because I really don't want them to grow up into cynical cold hearted bastards. The world has too many of those already. The way the world is today and where the world is heading, the expression: "Go to hell!" becomes more or less meaningless...
-whine whine, pout, whine, display of cynicism, complain, hate, sulk, whine, blah blah blah.-
Got a letter from my insurance company. They are charging me of lying and giving false information. Damn them to seventh lower hell and back!
At the time I got my disablement insurance I had problems with anemia and asthma. I was honest about these things - I mean, there is no point not to as they can get info about medical records eitherwho. I think this is what irks me most about this whole thing. Hells Bells! Do they think I'm STUPID?!?! In order to get an accident- and disablement insurance, you need to fill out this form regarding health and accidents etc. I took this form to my bank/insurance comp. and asked for help filling it out. I told them truthfully about my health issues that I was aware of at the time and that I had had various periods of sick leave from my job and didn't remember them all. I was told I did not need to worry about that as they would get the necessary info from the authorities and doctors. I was told to just leave the part with sick leave blank and that she would write a note explaining why and about our meeting.
The issues with my anemia and asthma was noted and I was told that any health issues regarding those would not be covered - which I knew and which is why I told them about it. (oh, and this part of that meeting and about my insurance, they do have info about. How surprising....NOT!)
Anyhow, I filled in what I was told was necessary and handed in the form and believed everything was okay. Earlier this winter I had a talk with my insurance guy who informed me that I was missing out on a lot of money as I was eligible for disablement insurance since 2006/2007. He helped me fill out a request form and I was happily awaiting feedback from them, believing all was well and fine.
Until I get this letter where they point out the missing date-info about my earlier sick leaves and used this against me, claiming I lied about important info and was thus not eligible for any disablement insurance at all and never would be.
I've been on phones with them all morning and have written a letter - as requested - to them, so now I guess I will have to wait and see what their next move will be. I don't doubt for a second that they will have one or many. Dastardly vultures! <_< .
Lesson for future: Don't trust anybody (this is old news) Get the names - full names - of everybody you talk to, be it banks, insurance, government, doctors or priest(Yes, priests, in my experience these are the worst liars of the whole lot) and preferably get everything IN WRITING. Never trust employers to help you when they say they will, never trust them when they say that you don't need to bother about this and that. Always do the bloody hard work of gathering all copies - always keep copies of documents regarding banks, insurance, governments, doctors and priests in a secure place.
And last but not least; when they pull out their insane charges and claims, slap your copies and documents with full names and correct info in their laps and roar in their faces and get what you are owned!
PS! I know I promised a review that is not quite a review on the boos I've read lately, but I can't write fairly about books I like when I feel like axing someone...I'll get there, though...eventually
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Have you ever...
...had the feeling that something went suspiciously well? A little too easy? The feeling of disastrous accidents and bad luck waiting to catch up with you, still out of sight, but there all the same, lurking, waiting?
That is my feeling after yesterday's meeting with my caseworkers.
It went well. They were nice and polite and my 'old' caseworker informed my 'new' caseworker of the situation and the history of my case while we waited for my doctor to get there.
When my doctor arrived we got down to business of discussing my health, the development of it and results of various tests. My doctor told them that my pain and inflammations were real and that the pain I was living with every day was severe. She told them that I had declined the offer of strong pain medicine and neither did I use sleeping pills. She said that she had never felt I was particularly depressed or had any mental issues that she had noticed. Usually when I did go see her, my inflammations were raging and my fever so high I had difficulties communicating properly. She said it was her firm opinion that I was unfit to work and that 4 years of keeping on trying to after I had to quit my office job ought to be enough to show that it wasn't for a lack of effort on my part, but for a lack of health.
The caseworkers concluded the meeting with the decision that they would await my doctor's written report, where they asked her to specifically point out the things she mentioned during the meeting and that they'll use this to re-apply the central authorities for full work disablement. My new caseworker will call me in for a new meeting when my application has been viewed and decided upon.
It was so completely different from the last meeting with them, that I was left with a surreal feeling when I walked out of there. I have absolutely no idea what has happened between September last year and now, but something must have, or I have utterly lost grasp of reality altogether.
I should just be happy and relieved, I know. It's just that...I don't know...I think this explains it:
That is my feeling after yesterday's meeting with my caseworkers.
It went well. They were nice and polite and my 'old' caseworker informed my 'new' caseworker of the situation and the history of my case while we waited for my doctor to get there.
When my doctor arrived we got down to business of discussing my health, the development of it and results of various tests. My doctor told them that my pain and inflammations were real and that the pain I was living with every day was severe. She told them that I had declined the offer of strong pain medicine and neither did I use sleeping pills. She said that she had never felt I was particularly depressed or had any mental issues that she had noticed. Usually when I did go see her, my inflammations were raging and my fever so high I had difficulties communicating properly. She said it was her firm opinion that I was unfit to work and that 4 years of keeping on trying to after I had to quit my office job ought to be enough to show that it wasn't for a lack of effort on my part, but for a lack of health.
The caseworkers concluded the meeting with the decision that they would await my doctor's written report, where they asked her to specifically point out the things she mentioned during the meeting and that they'll use this to re-apply the central authorities for full work disablement. My new caseworker will call me in for a new meeting when my application has been viewed and decided upon.
It was so completely different from the last meeting with them, that I was left with a surreal feeling when I walked out of there. I have absolutely no idea what has happened between September last year and now, but something must have, or I have utterly lost grasp of reality altogether.
I should just be happy and relieved, I know. It's just that...I don't know...I think this explains it:
Friday, March 18, 2011
Changing our evil ways
It snowed again last night. I want to kill something. I had actually started to hope we would get rid of all the snow and ice. Early yesterday the sun was shining and it almost felt like spring. Ole Man Winter's sense of humour is rather mean if you ask me.
Runar has next week off. He's quitting smoking. I thought I would too, but Runar is convinced we'll kill each other dead if both of us quit at once...maybe he's right, I've wanted to kill him often lately They're having audit at work this week, he's been working crazy hours. I've been in bad shape aching bad and my psoriasis has been worse. Sleep deprivation hasn't made things better.
The other night I slept in the guest room. Runar changes into the Snoring Monster of Huge Moans most nights, He will quit breathing all toghether if he's sleeping on his back and I have to wake him or make him turn over. It's actually quite frightening to be honest and I've tried to suggest him seeing a doctor about it, but to no use. It's all in my head, says he. I'm exaggerating and making things up...I have about as much success in this as I have at keeping his feet off my half of the bed, or keeping his one pointy hard elbow out of my back. Too bad I don't bruise easily, or I'd have evidence to show him in the form of a black eye. Crashing into an elbow eye first is not a pleasant way to wake up.
Anyways, the other night he had alternated quitting breathing and gasping loudly for air. I was unable to fall asleep, aching, tired, annoyed and getting worse. My attempts at getting him to turn over had only resulted in him inching further over to my side of the bed. When he lay spread-eagle in the middle of the bed pushing my feet off the edge on MY side of the bed and with a satisfied sigh landed his hand in the middle of my face I'd had enough and
"AAAHHRRGGHHED"
He sniffed offended, but crawled back to his side and lay on his side. This was around 2:30 am and I hadn't fallen asleep yet. Because of the aching joints and muscles I had problems finding a position where the pain didn't get unbearable, so naturally I tossed a bit. Side, back, other side, back. Whereupon that arse I'm married to sat up yelling at me for keeping him up all night. WTFH!?! I wanted to keelhaul him, skin him alive, wring him inside out and make him into a maggot. I didn't. I think it seemed like too much work at the time... Instead, I bit my tongue, got up and went to sleep in the guest room. I fell asleep quickly too. He apparently had barely slept at all. I'm afraid I did not feel particularly sorry for him...
and now we're quitting smoking. Should be fun :P
Eitherwho we're heading for the cabin today. We'll be drinking and smoking ourselves silly and sick, becoming the best of friends with abundance of love for each other, before we change our evil ways and start hating each other worse than ever...and hopefully become healthier and better persons in the long run.
... This song is playing in my head "One of these days I'm gonna change my evil ways" Bon Scott is singing ..I think that day is here for the hubby and I
Runar has next week off. He's quitting smoking. I thought I would too, but Runar is convinced we'll kill each other dead if both of us quit at once...maybe he's right, I've wanted to kill him often lately They're having audit at work this week, he's been working crazy hours. I've been in bad shape aching bad and my psoriasis has been worse. Sleep deprivation hasn't made things better.
The other night I slept in the guest room. Runar changes into the Snoring Monster of Huge Moans most nights, He will quit breathing all toghether if he's sleeping on his back and I have to wake him or make him turn over. It's actually quite frightening to be honest and I've tried to suggest him seeing a doctor about it, but to no use. It's all in my head, says he. I'm exaggerating and making things up...I have about as much success in this as I have at keeping his feet off my half of the bed, or keeping his one pointy hard elbow out of my back. Too bad I don't bruise easily, or I'd have evidence to show him in the form of a black eye. Crashing into an elbow eye first is not a pleasant way to wake up.
Anyways, the other night he had alternated quitting breathing and gasping loudly for air. I was unable to fall asleep, aching, tired, annoyed and getting worse. My attempts at getting him to turn over had only resulted in him inching further over to my side of the bed. When he lay spread-eagle in the middle of the bed pushing my feet off the edge on MY side of the bed and with a satisfied sigh landed his hand in the middle of my face I'd had enough and
"AAAHHRRGGHHED"
He sniffed offended, but crawled back to his side and lay on his side. This was around 2:30 am and I hadn't fallen asleep yet. Because of the aching joints and muscles I had problems finding a position where the pain didn't get unbearable, so naturally I tossed a bit. Side, back, other side, back. Whereupon that arse I'm married to sat up yelling at me for keeping him up all night. WTFH!?! I wanted to keelhaul him, skin him alive, wring him inside out and make him into a maggot. I didn't. I think it seemed like too much work at the time... Instead, I bit my tongue, got up and went to sleep in the guest room. I fell asleep quickly too. He apparently had barely slept at all. I'm afraid I did not feel particularly sorry for him...
and now we're quitting smoking. Should be fun :P
Eitherwho we're heading for the cabin today. We'll be drinking and smoking ourselves silly and sick, becoming the best of friends with abundance of love for each other, before we change our evil ways and start hating each other worse than ever...and hopefully become healthier and better persons in the long run.
... This song is playing in my head "One of these days I'm gonna change my evil ways" Bon Scott is singing ..I think that day is here for the hubby and I
Monday, February 21, 2011
Translation work
Looks like I'm in for yet another busy week. Got another translation job today. Not for my sister this time, but a colleque of hers. My sister's immediate boss recommended they talk to the person my sister used for smaller translation jobs. It's from Norwegian to English, which is a new challenge as I've only translated from English to Norwegian for them earlier.
I am so stoked! This only confirms they're pleased with my work and want to use me more. I gave them my assessment of the job and an estimated time needed. As it involves some powerpoint work on parts of the translation it will take me a bit longer to get the correct finish as I have to work with the ones they sent me. I was smart and did an over-estimation on the time schedule. They were more than pleased and even gave me a prolonged deadline on the powerpoint forms. I've translated more than half of the Word documents already, because I want to make sure I have time to check that I use the correct terms and vocabulary...although, the so-called business English I've seen in previous works have been hideously bad, to say the least, I want to use proper everyday English that people actually understand.
I also got a text from my sister in law. She's finished with her third round of chemotherapy and is spending the week at home(the inlaws). She's lost all of her hair, but she has a wig, although according to my parents in law she doesn't much like wearing it. It'll be great seeing her again. She's gotten over the worst of the shock and depression regarding the discovery of the second outburst of cancer and she appears to be back to her old self - full of spunk. We'll probably meet up in town for a chat and a cup of coffee and she'll also be spending Friday night at our place. Fun, fun!
The weather is still crazy. Last week we had snowstorms for days. Depressing. I long for spring and warm weather. It's frustrating not being able to walk the dog without suffering hellish aches and pains due to the freakin' cold temps. Simen is being surprisingly mature and helpful for a 15 years old boy. I shoveled the steps and a path to the wood shed one morning while he was at school last week. He told me to please let him do ALL the shoveling. The rest of the week, he started shoveling steps and driveway immediately after school, even before coming inside. He also asks me what I need at the store, which, to me, means a lot - I hate having to ask him for help all the time and it absolutely makes my day when he volunteers to do these kinds of chores for me.
I am so stoked! This only confirms they're pleased with my work and want to use me more. I gave them my assessment of the job and an estimated time needed. As it involves some powerpoint work on parts of the translation it will take me a bit longer to get the correct finish as I have to work with the ones they sent me. I was smart and did an over-estimation on the time schedule. They were more than pleased and even gave me a prolonged deadline on the powerpoint forms. I've translated more than half of the Word documents already, because I want to make sure I have time to check that I use the correct terms and vocabulary...although, the so-called business English I've seen in previous works have been hideously bad, to say the least, I want to use proper everyday English that people actually understand.
I also got a text from my sister in law. She's finished with her third round of chemotherapy and is spending the week at home(the inlaws). She's lost all of her hair, but she has a wig, although according to my parents in law she doesn't much like wearing it. It'll be great seeing her again. She's gotten over the worst of the shock and depression regarding the discovery of the second outburst of cancer and she appears to be back to her old self - full of spunk. We'll probably meet up in town for a chat and a cup of coffee and she'll also be spending Friday night at our place. Fun, fun!
The weather is still crazy. Last week we had snowstorms for days. Depressing. I long for spring and warm weather. It's frustrating not being able to walk the dog without suffering hellish aches and pains due to the freakin' cold temps. Simen is being surprisingly mature and helpful for a 15 years old boy. I shoveled the steps and a path to the wood shed one morning while he was at school last week. He told me to please let him do ALL the shoveling. The rest of the week, he started shoveling steps and driveway immediately after school, even before coming inside. He also asks me what I need at the store, which, to me, means a lot - I hate having to ask him for help all the time and it absolutely makes my day when he volunteers to do these kinds of chores for me.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Busy week
It's been a busy weekend and week. Constant visits, watching after kids and today, I'm off to look at a flat with my kid sister. She and my parents have reached the end of their rope. She's moving out even though she doesn't have enough work to get by on if she's to pay rent as well...they're going to help her out financially until she gets more work. Is it wise? Probably not, but I can certainly understand both parties. She'll be moving to the biggest city in this region and she will likely stand a much better chance of landing a full time job there compared to the small town my parents live in.
I have no idea what the weekend will be like. The weather is still crazy. We've gone back and forth between above and below freezing. Yesterday it snowed, today it rains. Slush-time!Whether or not the boys will be able to do any log work depends on the weather and the weather is pretty darned unpredictable right now. If it's below freezing they should be able to drive the tractor across marshes, if it's above, that is a very risky business. It also depends on how much it's been snowing up there. too much snow and the tractors get stucked, blah, blah, blah, yaddi, yaddi,ya....
The scan results didn't show any MS, thankfully. Doc demanded I see yet another specialist. A rheumatologist(?), this time - again - because according to her it's time to see whether or not there is much change from last time I was there. she actually believes I'll get an appointment before March...as if. It took me more than a year last time, what makes her think this time will be any different...oh well. Minding my mental state... Thinking positive...O' Ja!
I have no idea what the weekend will be like. The weather is still crazy. We've gone back and forth between above and below freezing. Yesterday it snowed, today it rains. Slush-time!Whether or not the boys will be able to do any log work depends on the weather and the weather is pretty darned unpredictable right now. If it's below freezing they should be able to drive the tractor across marshes, if it's above, that is a very risky business. It also depends on how much it's been snowing up there. too much snow and the tractors get stucked, blah, blah, blah, yaddi, yaddi,ya....
The scan results didn't show any MS, thankfully. Doc demanded I see yet another specialist. A rheumatologist(?), this time - again - because according to her it's time to see whether or not there is much change from last time I was there. she actually believes I'll get an appointment before March...as if. It took me more than a year last time, what makes her think this time will be any different...oh well. Minding my mental state... Thinking positive...O' Ja!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Oh, bugger it all!
One week of
sore, achy joints and muscles wreaks havoc with my brains. I have trouble falling asleep and when I do, I
only sleep for 2-3 hours before waking up again. I do get back to sleep, but I don’t get proper
sleep this way and I can only do this for a little while before my brains play
tricks on me. I can cope with the stiffness and the pain and I can cope with
sleep deprivation to a certain extent, but both of them combined – epic fail!
I get impatient
and cranky and I hate that. I try really
hard not to get pissy, but after a while things will leak out. That is bad enough in and of itself, but it’s
when I try to fix my errs, things turn truly ridiculous. I let my fear of fucking up get the best of me
and I start fixing things that don’t need fixing, or I start apologizing to the east
and the west and make a complete arse of myself.
My brain
scan appointment is in two weeks. I am absolutely terrified. Actually this
might well be the reason for my achiness. Each time I think about it I tense
up. I am terrified of the scan itself –
being locked up inside a machine for 30 min – but I have to admit, I’m afraid
of the results too. ME, MS, Lupus or nothing at all, I'm not sure which sux worst...
Hubby’s flu
seems to be over the worst thankfully. My son is still under the weather a bit,
but his fever isn’t too high. He’s young and strong, so the flu normally doesn’t
affect him all that much.
Eitherwho Hubby is taking me up to the
cabin. It's time to let the world have a Cara-free break. He’ll be playing with his tractors and I will be knitting and listening
to The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson. This was a nice little surprise. I haven't read anything by Sanderson and didn't have my expectations up, but so far I'm enjoying it. It is fantasy, but it has elements of Sci-Fi in it and I like that.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Quick Rambling Note
Well, I don't really have anything, or that is, there is too much going on that aren't really over with and thus I don't feel like putting words to any of it because it's just a)too confusing b)not certain c)too complex
.
Some of the things:
- What will I do come fall?
.
- Will I find a part time job, or one I want to have and not just the first one I can get regardless of what it is?
.
- Will my teenage daughter get a job? (how do I get her to stop hiding in the sand like another austrich waiting for things to be handed to her on a silver plate?!?)
.
- How long will I manage to keep daughter and father from killing each other?
.
- How well will I manage to land the barbecue b-day party for ...hmm...I don't know how many...if they all show up we'll be about 40...big family...? Well anyways I'll be alone in preparing and arranging for it which is normal, but I'll have to do the actual barbecuing role as well this year as hubby is at work and the idea of leaving work early one day isn't in his vocabulary
.
- How will Runar cope with my sisters wanting to celebrate my 40th b-day with a huge 'friends of friends' garden party at my sisters?
.
.
Things needing done:
home - cleaning, getting enough chairs, tables, food, drinks, an approximately accurate number of guests, gift for Simen, gift for dad(his b-day is the day before Simen's), bake cake, fix a ride to my dad's - 30 min drive(or 1 hour with bus) The washing down and repairings needing done has been forcibly removed from my mind!
Mountain farm - second coat of paint on house, cut grass, fix barn, fix ditches, fix gate so neighbour's sheep and goat don't eat up EVERYTHING, then there's the fixing inside with new water-pipes, new shower, new kitchen, modernizing of electricity...well that list is never ending.
.
...and I have to run
.
Some of the things:
- What will I do come fall?
.
- Will I find a part time job, or one I want to have and not just the first one I can get regardless of what it is?
.
- Will my teenage daughter get a job? (how do I get her to stop hiding in the sand like another austrich waiting for things to be handed to her on a silver plate?!?)
.
- How long will I manage to keep daughter and father from killing each other?
.
- How well will I manage to land the barbecue b-day party for ...hmm...I don't know how many...if they all show up we'll be about 40...big family...? Well anyways I'll be alone in preparing and arranging for it which is normal, but I'll have to do the actual barbecuing role as well this year as hubby is at work and the idea of leaving work early one day isn't in his vocabulary
.
- How will Runar cope with my sisters wanting to celebrate my 40th b-day with a huge 'friends of friends' garden party at my sisters?
.
.
Things needing done:
home - cleaning, getting enough chairs, tables, food, drinks, an approximately accurate number of guests, gift for Simen, gift for dad(his b-day is the day before Simen's), bake cake, fix a ride to my dad's - 30 min drive(or 1 hour with bus) The washing down and repairings needing done has been forcibly removed from my mind!
Mountain farm - second coat of paint on house, cut grass, fix barn, fix ditches, fix gate so neighbour's sheep and goat don't eat up EVERYTHING, then there's the fixing inside with new water-pipes, new shower, new kitchen, modernizing of electricity...well that list is never ending.
.
...and I have to run
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