Monday my daughter’s day program (which she had not been attending due to asthma and other underlying conditions), closed again. Rumor has it that 2 or 3 clients have the coronavirus. Friday’s Facebook update stated 2 clients that live in the community (not in a group home) have the coronavirus. So that’s 4 or 5 as of Monday. Coronavirus virus tests for all now. My daughter has her test on Wednesday.
Tuesday my wife reached her brother about coming over with a buddy to remove all the dead appliances from the basement flooding. They’ll be taken to the scrapyard for recycling and I’ll probably get $5 for it all. They really don’t pay much, but since they do recycle them, it’s the best option. They are supposed to be here Thursday with my father in law’s pickup truck. I’m sure it’s too late for the used washer and dryer I found. They were smaller than what I typically buy, but small units are better than none.
My daughter had a televisit with the gynecologist in Chicago. (Thank goodness it was a televisit, because the group home transportation won’t take her that far, so it’s on us to drive her.) This doctor and the one in J town have been arguing about whether surgery is necessary to remove the cyst on her ovary. J town doctor insists she needs surgery, but he won’t do it. Chicago doctor says surgery is not necessary at the present time because in the over 2 years she has seen this doctor the cyst has remained the same size, 2cm. Chicago doctor doesn’t remove them unless they are over 5cm and she takes into account the patient’s age because the surgery can have complications, that could require a partial or full hysterectomy. Because my daughter is still in her “childbearing years”, the cyst has remained stable, and my daughter has no symptoms, the doctor will continue the hormones and schedule ultrasounds on a regular basis to watch for changes. Woot! Woot! No surgery! No ruminating about being sent to a nursing home to recover (cuz that’s what they do.)
Now that there is no surgery needed, my daughter immediately asked about a home visit. She’s got to get tested for COVID-19 and get a negative test result first, especially since there have been more coronavirus cases. Her brother also has to prep her room for us to replace her full bed with the twin we bought. He continues to procrastinate. I think it’s time to have his sister “encourage” him to get it done, because he is not listening to us. You would think he would have gotten it done already since my daughter hasn’t been on a home visit in 200 days.
I refuse to do the prep work because I can’t have all the progress I’ve made in PT ruined by aggravating or injuring myself. I did have an orthopedic doctor appointment Tuesday, but they canceled again, saying some emergency, and couldn’t reschedule til near the end of the month. I am out of PT days, so I have to wait until that appointment to start the approval process all over again. Good news though, I got my bill straightened out for PT, and for my PCP bill too. I got sent bills for almost $500 (which I do not owe, they aren’t billing properly), I call, get put on hold, ‘oh, your balance is zero.’ Mmm hmm. I had 3 months of bills showing increasing balances and because I called they all of a sudden fix it. Whateves. I’m just glad the call went smoothly and I got the appropriate outcome.
Off to the podiatrist on Wednesday. It’s been way too long.
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