Sunday, April 3, 2011

What did I say about normal?

What was that I just said in my last posting, “Life is getting back to a much more normal pace as far as I can remember what that is like.” Hmmmm! What is normal? Exactly what fits into “normal”?

Saturday started out to be a beautiful day. I went walking at the lake, did a little shopping and then came back to the apartment. It was a little after three. That is when my newest adventure started.

We have two elevators in the building and one of them has been down for three weeks. They finally got it working on Friday (so it says in the small print). On Saturday that is the elevator that came and three of us got on. One resident got off the elevator pretty quickly and the second man got off on the 14th floor. The elevator started going up before the door closed. I said, “OH NO!” The door did shut and then the elevator started jerking really bad and then jolted to a stop. All of the lights went out on the panel. I am not sure exactly why there is an alarm on the elevator because no one answered it. I pressed the talk button and was connected to Otis, the elevator repair company. Keep in mind that this is a Saturday. The lady said she would send someone. I told her this was an emergency because I am claustrophobic. She said someone is on the way. Keep in mind that I do not trust her at this point!

I tried to push the fire alarm button and it did not work. I had my phone so I called security – no one answered. I called the front desk just hoping that someone would answer – no luck. Okay, I am starting to get a little panicky so I called Laurie, who knows about my claustrophobia. She absolutely could not believe that this was happening to me. Neither could I. She kept talking to me to keep me calm while her husband called the fire department. She stayed on the phone with me and occasionally she would say, “Katherine talk to me”.

The firemen did get there rather quickly, I think. It seemed like eternity to me. Finally one of them was knocking on the door and asked if someone was in there – yes! He said, “We are going to get you out.” They worked and worked and I was beginning to wonder if they were going to have to ax there way in. Finally two of them with crowbars of some kind got the door open. A couple of them helped me out of the elevator. It had stopped about two feet above the 16th floor and I had to jump down. I was shaking pretty bad and perspiring and on the verge of becoming hysterical. 45 minutes on an elevator for a claustrophobic is a long time, When they helped me off the elevator I said, “This is the 16th floor”. One of them asked where I lived - on the 15th floor.

There were four firemen and they were all very concerned about my condition. My blood pressure was high but I told them I was sure it would go back down when I calmed down. There were two ladies on that floor waiting to see who came out of the elevator. One of them went and got me a glass of water and the other one walked down the steps to my apartment. I would not get back on even the working elevator with the firemen.

Apparently Otis did show up after everything was over because I heard that they put the elevator back in service. No one from there came to me to see what had happened. I will be in the Property Manager’s Office first thing Monday morning.

Sometimes it is really hard to keep things in perspective and to remember that God is with us all the time through every trial we encounter. He was not going to let anything bad happen to me. I just needed to trust Him.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Well the everyday nuisances of life are back or else I am just noticing them more now that I am feeling so much better. My thumb has healed very nicely and my torn cartilage is doing much better. Life is getting back to a much more normal pace as far as I can remember what that is like. The main thing for me is to maintain a positive attitude no matter what the circumstances.

My latest adventure this past week was a tooth that I put off for about a month. You know, the hot and cold thing, so you know it needs a root canal. Last weekend the pain would not go away and by Sunday I was hurting so bad that not even pain pills would calm it down. I called the dentist for an appointment on Monday. They called back early in the morning and woke me up. I did not notice that the tooth wasn’t hurting anymore. By the time I got to the dentist office I felt kind of stupid even being there. I was trying to explain my pain that was no longer. Here is where I learned something new. The pain is from a root that is dying. We usually go right away and have the root canal done so we do not know the consequences. She further explained that the root kind of explodes, thus the extreme pain. When the root is finally dead there is no more pain. There was no abscess on the tooth so for the time being we are going to leave it alone. Could be a week. Could be longer, we will see. There are a total of 4 roots in the back tooth and the bacteria are still in the tooth. Oh yea, I forgot that the tooth is part of a bridge. $$$$

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”                                ~Charles Swindoll