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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Thank Goodness
Thank Goodness
Nothing says relief like finding out something good about a
situation you’ve been holding your breath on.
For me, this week, is the fact that I have successfully
shifted my medical plan of choice from my husband’s about to be ex-employer to Medicare. After all, I’ve already got about 3-5
appointments scheduled and possibly a couple of surgeries on the horizon. The last thing I needed to hear was, “Sorry
ma’am-there’s been a glitch.”
There’s been enough “glitches” of late. My acupuncturist of over a year-and-a-half
called to inform me that despite my doctor saying he wanted me to have this
therapy to control my pain, the “specialized health firm” has decided that
since this nice woman hasn’t “cured” me-they were cutting me off at the pass.
Negin (the acupuncturist) pointed out that people with
chronic degenerative diseases cannot be “cured”, but it is important to control
their pain. Evidently those in the
office know better than both a medical doctor and a seasoned therapist. Okey-Dokey.
A few days later-my physical therapist said that since my
torn rotator cuff was popping more and the pain had not decreased-she was
dismissing me from care until the orthopedic decides what to do next.
At this point, I’ve reached the “whatever” stage on these
matters. I’ve got enough on my
mind.
Still on the good news playing field: Our new screens look great. Only half of the new plants have died. (Yes, this is good news because I can’t grow
anything other than rosemary and mint and my husband has enough to do. Plus, you may have heard me mention that our
gardener received his education at Hanna-Barbera) We’ve scheduled the window
washer and the professional house cleaning crew.
My husband has boxed up almost the entire kitchen and extra
closets. By the time you all visit this
week, I’ll be in AZ visiting my grandkids-something I wanted to actually
cancel, but due to a “no refund” clause in our daughter’s hotel package, I’m on
my way.
It’s not that I didn’t want to see the kids, I can hardly
wait to give all of them kisses and very light hugs, but this means that my
husband and I will only have a day together when I get back-part of which will
be spent at the hand surgeon’s!
Again, whatever.
My husband has spent his entire two week vacation packing up
the house. Part to our daughter’s home,
part to the apartment that he and our son/daughter-in-law will be splitting and
the bulk of things are getting stacked up into our garage that will be put into
storage until we eventually get a new “dream home”.
I’m so hoping that will happen long before the end of 2012,
but who really knows?
I do have some pretty big questions: How will I get Pepper into his carry-all and
lift him into the car and to the Pet Hotel during Open House? How do I put fresh sheets on our Cal-King
bed? Will someone be around to help me
with the groceries? I don’t think I’ve
ever actually cooked for one-paring down what my norm has been my entire life will
not be easy!
Okay, that relaxed feeling I had at the beginning of this
blog is fading. I’m going to stop while
my shoulders are still lower than my ears-have a wonderful last summer
vacation.
And a very Happy 56th Anniversary to my parents!
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Wow, 56 years is no mean feat. Congrats to the happy couple. Always ups and downs involved in life's major changes. We have our own issues with our primary care doctor. My wife may end up changing, especially after they called in her prescriptions, telling the pharmacist that I was the patient instead of her. Then the doctor's office tried to blame the pharmacy for the error.
Feel jealous that you're snuggling your grandkids right now; our one and only is about 100 miles north this weekend.
Keep your chin up. There's light at the end of the tunnel.
Feel jealous that you're snuggling your grandkids right now; our one and only is about 100 miles north this weekend.
Keep your chin up. There's light at the end of the tunnel.
I actually posted a comment here from our daughter's laptop yesterday Dave, but I guess it didn't take! Yes, 56 years is a feat.
Our younger grandson needed cuddling-decided to slip at the splash pad and I had to rush him into the urgicenter for stitches on his chin.
sigh
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Our younger grandson needed cuddling-decided to slip at the splash pad and I had to rush him into the urgicenter for stitches on his chin.
sigh
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