Unlinking Google, Facebook, and Paypal Accounts

Things are changing in the United States of America so I want to make sure my financial affairs are under the control of myself and my husband as much as possible. Below is a little guide that I put together on Facebook today so I thought I’d share it here. Perhaps it will be helpful to someone else as well? If you share the entire blog or sections of it, please provide credit to Just Julie Writes at New Hope Beyond. Thanks Gentle Reader and Godspeed in the new year! JJ

$$$ GOOGLE TIP:

Awhile back I was shocked to find out that my Google and personal banking info were linked via PayPal. (Maybe from when I sent $ to a gal who wanted it delivered via Facebook and I sent it to her via Messenger from my PayPal account.) This could happen in a myriad of ways! Somehow Google was in the mix for me; could it be for you as well? I don’t want any of them linked. So today I checked Google and found a few links that I didn’t want in the Store and Settings. You very likely do have one if you have an android phone or YouTube account. Maybe iPhone or other programs too? Here’s how to delete them if you have a Google account.*

FIRST AREA TO CHECK

Go to home page of Google.

In upper left of screen, click on “Store.”

Click on Settings.

Click on Google payments.

Click on Edit payment methods.

Remove any items that you don’t want.

Hit the back button to go back to Settings.

Know that you may have another, non-gmail email address set up as a back-up account, in case you get locked out of your gmail account. Make sure none of these are linked either.

Click on Accounts.

Click on the other email address if listed by selecting Switch Accounts.

Click on Google payments.

Click on Edit payment methods.

Remove any items that you don’t want.

SECOND AREA TO CHECK

Go to home page of Google.

In upper right of screen, click on your picture or whatever icon you use to access your account.

Click on Google Account.

Click on Payments and Subscriptions.

Click on Payment Methods. Select Subscriptions and Services and delete any that you don’t want.

Hit Back button and go to Settings. Look around. Do you want to create a PIN before any $$$ can be sent from you? Do you want your info shared with outside companies?

$$$ FACEBOOK TIP:

Been kinda wondering which online accounts are linked to my financial accounts and thought I would check Facey Bookie. I didn’t realize that they had captured some of my info (PayPal) and that there would be a different method for undoing it than I have posted elsewhere.

Here’s the process.*

In the Search Facebook field, type in Facebook Pay.

Click on Payment Methods.

Click on the 3 dots.

Click on Edit Payment Method.

Check the entire page of info provided. I’ll call it the summary page.

Click on Remove account.

When you go back to the summary page, look for Manage Facebook Pay Info.

Do you want these accounts turned off as well?

$$$ PAYPAL TIP

I was checking some online links to my financial information and realized how many accounts are linked, even ones that are not financial institutions per se. Who knows over the course of time, how many online purchases have led to the linking of accounts. This may be true if you click on an ad on Facebook and make a purchase, use Google in the process and click the wrong button somewhere or who knows how this happens! Surely there are others. So I checked a few things as documented elsewhere today, including PayPal. I discovered that my PayPal, Google, and Facebook accounts were linked for signing in! I don’t want this since I don’t know if that opens up access to other information.

Here’s how to un-link them.*

Log in to your PayPal account.

Click on your name in the upper right corner.

Click on Account Settings.

Click on Log in with PayPal then click on the word “Change.”

Check Merchants and delete any that you don’t want linked in this way. (I think the lure is to simplify logging into multiple accounts.)

Go back to Account Settings and look around.

Even though I thought I had opted out, I found that I had been given a PayPal credit card with a $3,000 credit limit as one of my payment methods. I didn’t want this so deleted it. But be careful if you do this. The next screen asks you where you want your card sent! Say what? I backed out of this page and saw that the PayPal credit card was deleted on the Account Settings page.

Good!

Courtesy of Just Julie Writes at New Hope Beyond.

*Note that I am just a happy little web surfer here and not some techy guru. There may be other steps to take as well. Anything deleted may affect services that you DO want so think it through. Please follow-up with the respective platform for any info, questions, or problems beyond these little tips.

The Aftermath

When another healthcare faux pas takes the life out of my weary stride

It’s easy to give up or rather give in to a despair that never leaves.

Then a new day comes and I have a decision to make

Even if that day begins much later than planned.

I AM sad. No doubt legitimately so

From the treatment I received,

Or rather did not.

Siiiiiiiiiiiigh.

It’s hard.

I’m only human and in my own strength I cannot do this over and over again.

Thank the Lord that you are with me on my bed of sickness every time

Weeping over the trials, the suffering of your child

Promising that one day all will be perfectly well.

I just gotta hang on, hang tough, and trust

‘Cause the journey won’t be wasted

The rewards will be the best ever

When I see my Jesus’ face

My wings flying free.

For all eternity.

Yes indeed!

Is it enough to have overcome the dearth of trials that pain us so in this life?

That’s a question only answered with faith that comes from our Lord.

Our own strength will never be enough. The days are just too evil

Acceleratingly so Gentle Reader. Do you see it too?

Waste no more time wondering just BELIEVE

Get into your Bible right now, go, run!

Our just God’s Word will ring true

On redemption, wondrous glory

As we take rest in His grace.

Today. Join me there.

It is enough and so

Very good too.

After all.

Another Healthcare Faux Pas

When I learned that there might be some pain relief for me if I went to a clinic that specifically focused on headaches, I was encouraged. I have some form of headache or migraine virtually every day. Pain lowers seizure threshold. Neurologists in this specialty have more strategies than typical anti-inflammatory and narcotic pain medications, over-the counter preparations, and the therapies we chronic folks go in and out of all the time, i.e. chiropractic care and physical therapy. I can rarely tolerate pain medication anymore and have used it sparingly my 30 years of chronic pain. Looked to me like there was something more to learn, some hope for a better quality of life, so I asked my Doctor for a referral to a headache clinic. What would I have to lose?

My dignity. Last Monday my dignity took a major hit at another major medical center. Here’s the raw footage from a message that I sent to a friend when I was still in shock.

Had a very odd, traumatic, and disappointing day at the headache clinic at the CC today. Gotta get this out. The MD Fellow with a couple months of experience listened to me, made a new HA diagnosis along with med ideas to try to manage them. This could raise the threshold for the convulsions, providing relief for both the episodes and HA pain. I have a HA every day and both HA and convulsions have been worse. Tweaked my diet recently and at least the HA came down enough to make the trip: 4 hours each way. The building was old and musty. It rained during half of each travel period. I had 2 hours of sleep Sunday night. I was ripe for an episode at some point; short tic attacks in the truck on the way out. Still was hopeful. The telehealth appts with the first 2 CC specialists 2 weeks paved the way for this appointment.

Then the young MD left to review my case with the staff MD; they both returned. We went in person so I could have a more comprehensive neuro exam. All the 2nd neurologist had me do was demo 5 simple range of motion exercises. A disastrous seizure attack ramped up within a minute! Thankfully I could blurt out to get Steve as she tried to coach me on breathing ex in a childlike way. I blurted out that I can’t breathe! She continued. I asked to lie down. The high velocity, repetitive, involuntary movements were injuring my neck n back. It’s terrifying and dangerous. SHE SAID NO! I could not believe my ears. Steve picked me up, my legs hanging, arms curled up, and put me on the exam table. I was able to get into my recovery position that protects my neck. Screams emerged that I cannot control. The pain seared my spine, head, extremities. Then they left. 4 times in this visit I asked to have the door closed (for privacy). 3x they said no so they could hear me if “anything happened.” Like what, I thought to myself. It was already happening. Steve stood nearby for my safety. I heard people walking by in the hallway. This is a HIPPA violation. (Correction: This actually violates their Patient Bill of Rights, posted on the CC website.)

Steve and I found ways to develop a plan. There were 3 violent episodes in total over an hour. The Med Asst came in once (as id’d by her voice, my eyes were pulled closed) and nurses after the 3rd round. I asked for the Doc. My tongue was thick and protruding out of my mouth, pulled to the right. My right arm dangled lifeless towards the floor; left arm curled and tucked in a flexion posture to my chest. This is mixed hemiparesis. But the young Doc had already left the building. The nurse said if it didn’t stop I was to go to the ER. How would I get there like that, I wondered, struggling to communicate and trying not to chew my tongue or trigger a rebound reaction. Finally I could ask Steve to turn out the lights. He put Prednisone in my mouth despite the snot and tears staining and stinging my face. I was able to ask for ice. Putting ice on the back of my neck broke the pain cycle worsening the episode. Like and overfilled balloon losing air, my body started to calm down. It took about 10 minutes.

The nice nurse had gotten a wheelchair. She figured I would be too tired to walk. I blurted out a thank you. I think she had left when I could tell Steve that I was WALKING OUT OF THERE under my own power. Any shred of dignity required it. I grieved so much on and off through this horror and trauma before I could finally sit up and stay up. Time to use the bathroom, wash my face, and get out of there. Soon I was gingerly walking out of there with all parts moving, albeit weakly. There was no one in the hallway. There was no one at their desk. We walked out into the dusk and rain.

Somehow during the first episode I was able to ask the young Doc to write down her recommendations for me. I’m glad I did. She hand wrote on my summary note only wrote 1 of 5 ideas she had for me. I was able to reconstruct the rest of it on our way home. The older Doc must have been the one to write a different, generic diagnosis. Only 1 recommendation was given and it was for a treatment program at CC that I already did at the Mayo Clinic. It made no lasting impact. Steve and I concurred that the older neurologist was of no benefit. He has seen this discounting behavior before. He said it’s why he jumped in to help me while the Doc did some chanting thing.

I’ll message the young Doc tomorrow via the MyChart online portal for her rec again. Hope she can do so for me. I went there for help with HA pain. I have no meds I can tolerate for pain when things get bad. The modalities help some. But with my chiro out with COVID, reg Doc/chiro rescheduling 60% of my appts due to his busy practice, difficulty getting to PT, and increased episodes, I need more tools to lower the pain threshold. The headache-specific tools could be a game-changer. Then I can go back to natural stuff. And be out of bed, able to function more again. Funny how I’m at the book of Job again as I continue to read through the Bible.

I spent the next 2 days largely bed-bound, struggling to function at all. The young Doc returned my message with the same diagnosis and recommendations as the older Doc but did add the name of the 2 classes of medications she had recommended. At least there was something new to pursue with my Family Doctor. I started an herbal remedy for headaches anyways and at day 5, the daily headache had already started to improve. But I still wanted to see their report. Turns out I was in for another shock when it became available 6 days later.

The Progress Note that got posted in my patient portal and I anticipate will be sent to my Family Doctor is a FABLE! The report lists so much false or inaccurate information that I wonder who they are talking about? Numerous tests were never completed but there are results listed for them! Below is my responses from the “Request for Amendment of protested Health Information” filed today in my patient portal on the CC website.

The Progress Note contains falsified information.  The following tests WERE NOT completed:

REVIEW OF SYSTEMS:  None of these questions were asked.  7 mm kidney stone, intractable back pain, arthritis, significant sleep disturbance with Mild Sleep Apnea denied or omitted.

PHYSICAL EXAM for rash (present on both legs), cardiovascular & lungs (no stethoscope exam), vascular (no checks).

CRANIAL NERVES:  No exam completed.  No sensory testing, venous checks.  My tongue protruded to right during the convulsive episode (in your office).

MOTOR EXAM:  No MMT completed of UE or LE.  Right UE hung from table during convulsive episode.

SENSATION:  No one touched me except for vitals.

CEREBELLAR:  Convulsed for total of 60 minutes.  No finger to nose, heel to shin, rapid alt movements completed.

REFLEXES:  All values are false.  No testing completed.  Neither Doctor saw me walk in the room nor had me do toe or tandem walk.

What does the current information say that you believe is inaccurate?

The only PHYSICAL EXAM that was completed was an upper extremity range of motion which was WNL, interview, and vitals.

Multiple false values need to be deleted.  We drove 4 hours each way to have a comprehensive neurological exam completed and all that was done was an interview, observation, and BUE AROM test.  No one touched me to do a physical exam of my heart, lungs, reflexes, cranial nerves, strength or other tests.  Neither Doctor completed the gait tests noted nor saw me ambulate in the room.  Neither Doctor reviewed my Headache Scores with me.  When the BUE AROM test triggered aura then speech changes, searing head/neck pain, tics then a convulsive episode, I struggled to ask to lie down.  Dr. K (the older Doctor who I finally got to see her name when it was stated on the PR) said “NO.” Whiplash re-injury followed from severe involuntary movements.  My husband picked me up and put me on the exam table in a position so I could brace my head from further injury.  Dr. K chanted to breathe deeply.  Sometime later my husband put 60 mg of Prednisone in my mouth.  I do not know when the Doctors left.  Later a nurse checked on me and brought ice for the back of my head/neck and the episode stopped completely within a minute thereafter.

We could have done this verbal exam by tele-health without the trauma of this visit, extensive travel, and false report.  My “After Visit Summary” includes the diagnosis of Chronic Nonintractable Headache, Unspecified Headache Type.  This diagnosis is not on the Progress Report that I anticipate is going to my family practice physician, Dr. J, for continuation of care.  Please add it as an addendum.

Sigh. Big sigh. I have no idea from where they got the physical exam results that are listed in the Progress Report. They are fabricated, false, wrong. The Request for Amendment of Protected Health Information can take 60 days to receive a reply. I looked up the Clinic’s HIPPA policy and Patient Bill of Rights and Responsibilities. Looks like my privacy concerns fit more the latter and that I would have to contact an outside agency to file a complaint. It’s too soon to consider such action. I’ll see what the Request yields. Not sure if I should contact the young Doctor or not. She was actually very professional and listened to me. At the Mayo Clinic, the “MD Fellow” residents are able to file their own report in addition to the supervising physician. At CC, only a report with Dr. K’s signature on it is filed beyond the Visit Summary you get walking out the door (that only contains a preliminary diagnosis, single statement of recommendation, and information I had provided to the patient portal). The gross inaccuracies on the Progress Report from CC renders it useless in my humble opinion.

We’ll see what my Family Doctor says. He is a brilliant diagnostician and loves to review special reports. He’s just too busy most of the time to dig into the differential diagnoses of my case sometimes. Looks like the Docs at CC were also so they made it up. Another healthcare faux pas for sure. Oy vey. JJ

The Pilot, The Pilot’s Wife

The Pilot

Twas the night before Christmas – Aviation Style

Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.

The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care, In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.

I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up, And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter, I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.

A voice clearly heard over static and snow, Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick, I’d have sworn that the call sign he used was “St. Nick”.

I ran to the panel to turn up the lights, The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial, “St. Nicholas One, turnin’ left onto final.”

And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came, As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:

“Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun! On Comet! On Cupid!” What pills was he takin’?

While controllers were sittin’, and scratchin’ their head, They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,

The message they left was both urgent and dour: “When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.”

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, Then I heard “Left at Charlie,” and “Taxi to parking.”

He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh And stopped on the ramp with a “Ho, ho-ho-ho…”

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk, I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.

His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale, And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn’t inhale.

His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly, His boots were as black as a crop duster’s belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red, And he asked me to “fill it, with hundred low-lead.”

He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump, I knew he was anxious for drainin’ the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.

He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief, Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log, These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.

He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear, Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell,

“Clear!” And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.

“Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction, Turn right three-two-zero at pilot’s discretion”

He sped down the runway, the best of the best, “Your traffic’s a Grumman, inbound from the west.”

Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night, “Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight.”

(From Dave Williams, Light Sport Aircraft, Facebook 12.24.2020)

Snoopy Flying Ace

The Pilot’s Wife

Just 3 years ago

After chants akin to nag

I gifted my true love

The journey to a flight bag.

Study hard he did so

Sans rain, sleet, and snow

VFR and 5 comps later

The man flies in the know.

But why should it end

With just takin’ to da sky

There’s always one more

Dream for this river guy.

Rolls and spins and water

Landings rather than surfs

In a home-built (or relic?)

Makes me blue like a smurf!

A hundred-dollar burger

And a few cool pics alof

Are my bennies for braving

The dreams of my spouse.

So ladies just do it

Love your man and take note

If his hanger is ever gets filled

This Master Gardener’s conservatory will have been built!

(From Yours Truly to my beloved Fly Bear, Steve!)

Merry Christmas Gentle Reader. JJ

So little. It’s still pretty

Full-time I used to serve others in my healthcare profession and now I can barely get a meal to my husband on a daily basis. My reserves for giving are diminished but not gone, or so he says.

Each night and morning I poured over my caseload, looking for the best ways to make the most of each patient’s time in occupational therapy. Shall I bring Sally a 2-pound weight that I picked up at Walmart or load up adaptive equipment for a better education and training session? Now I’m lucky if a couple of times per year, I can drop off a gift to a friend after one of my medical appointments. Or ride an exercise bike for 5 minutes in the middle of the night.

Sending a card for each birthday and gift for close family has shifted from 1) before his or her special date to 2) days or weeks afterwards. We apologize. It’s the thought that counts, right?

Then I send a PM (or is it DM?) to a friend via social media to ask how she is doing when I really need to pour out my own heart on how wretched I feel, the new symptoms and diagnoses that get added to my pile. Aren’t you tired of my tears Lord?

But enough of my sorry lot. Giving to others in my own strength will never balance the angst of my days. Pitching the good against the opposite is a mental exercise at best that risks the tasks being done for the wrong reasons; they barely even measure on the MET scale of physical activity anyways. What’s the point? My weak bones need resistive exercise as do my muscles that are softening by the day. Both my mind and my frame need REAL exercise. The kind that stretches me, tears down and re-builds muscle fibers for measurable strength. The kind that transcends a weary heart. But how is this possible? Gee. Looks like I need a refresher here on how this really works.

If I can only do a little then that little bit needs to be pretty enough. If I am to do anything significant then my strength must come from a source outside myself. I don’t have it. The Lord does! If He leads me through the Holy Spirit to these acts of grace then I trust that He will provide whatever is necessary to finish the task. This is true even if it stretches me beyond what I think I can do. His power is infinite! And if I can keep my eyes on my Jesus no matter the horror of my suffering then I know I will be stronger somewhere down the road than I ever could have imagined. Seeing our Lord’s power in our lives is how we grow our faith. Moving towards Him as He leads makes it so, makes us resilient as we go. And the more we follow His lead in His power, like a weak muscle trained over time, we will shine for His glory not ours. It’s really better that way anyways.

Doncha think, Gentle Reader? JJ