Being difficult/resolved

I was really upset yesterday because the center doctor mucked up my plans. I wanted all my tests, medical appointments and classes in November. Yes, it booked me solid what with my spouse and my daughter’s PT, but I wanted to get all my stuff done in November so I could have a less stressful December. 

I have my PCP, 2 orthopedic doctors, center doctor, neurologist, pain doctor, dietician, and classes. I had it all neatly tied in a bow in November. 

Not anymore. I called the center, I put on my best Mom voice and spoke ever so politely, even though I was thinking, a 3 month check up is a 3 month check up until you make it 3 months and 2 weeks. It’s not like this is about a hangnail.

They would not change the MRI order. I was on my best behavior on the 2 phone calls to them. My spouse was uproariously laughing after each call, so there’s your proof. So now I’m booked in December for the MRI, and with the doctor at the center. I also rescheduled my neurologist appointment to see him before the center doctor so he can review my scans first. Special thanks to Colleen who squeezed me in. She rocks!

So, now I have to get ready all over again. And, bonus...I’m back to PT for my back. I see the other orthopedic doctor today about my shoulders, so there could be additions/modifications to the PT order.

My next posts will be non-medical. Promise! I have my blogaversary coming up.

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Why? Why? Why? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

I am booked solid with medical and other appointments this month and I am drowning in paperwork again. I’m supposed to give a deposition this month but have not heard a thing about it.

I had a class today at the hospital in the morning and then my back doctor in the afternoon. The next class got moved up to Tuesday, not happy. I have a staffing for my daughter that day and because of the times I will be going back and forth. I did get accomplished what I needed to at the back doctor, so I’m very happy about that. 

I called to find out why central scheduling hasn’t called to schedule my brain MRI. I was told it was in their “Future Calls Bin” because the order is written for 12/10/18, or later. I have my follow-up appointment with the center 11/28/18. How is that doctor going to check my scans if I haven’t had the MRI’s yet? I am FREAKING OUT! The doctor appointment is my 3 month check up after treatment. It’s IMPORTANT! I also have an appointment to see my neurologist next week and was hoping to have the scan done so I could bring the disc to my appointment. I had everything set in motion perfectly except for the MRI, how could the center possibly muck things up like this? 

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On the hunt...

I’m on the hunt for a match to a Mrs Christmas Mug I purchased at Meijer 1 or 2 Christmas’s ago. I purchased 2. Oddly enough Meijer was selling them individually that year. This year they are only selling Mr and Mrs and the cup is shaped differently and quite different.

I have scoured the Internet. I hit all the stores I could think of online and EBay and Etsy. 

See the nice chip on the right? Apparently “it wasn’t me” strikes again.

I found a pair of Mr & Mrs on EBay. Not thrilled I have to get the Mr, but I can always try to sell it on a local site. 

I put a bid on it. Wish me luck!

One more try at the photos. My bid was accepted. I love those “Best Offer” deals. I really dislike bidding against other people and waiting until the auction closes.

This wasn’t my only EBay buy today. My spouse went to the car dealer to buy a new set of locking wheel nuts because when she went to get the tires rotated yesterday they destroyed the key. They played it off with “its 12 years old, you’re lucky you haven’t had to replace it several times by now.” Uh huh. I was born yesterday. The Honda dealer wanted $50 + tax. I got it on EBay for less than half, new, still in the package. It’s not worth the fight with the tire store. I have too much on my plate now anyway.

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Call Cher! I can turn back time.

Every time I get in the car with my son it’s like getting into the wayback machine. Yes, we go all Peabody & Sherman every time.

Mostly we go back to the special school he attended. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s a memory and what is a confused thought/tall tale. When it’s a memory I sometimes learn new things about his van rides to and from school, or something that happened in school. 

One of the other places we go is his home school and he talks about his “friends” that mostly abandoned him when he became ill. He talks about things that happened in school, school dances he went to. He was the classic Mr Charming, he never had a date, but never was alone on the dance floor. Girls whose dates wouldn’t dance with them flocked to him. He talks about when he hung out with friends and when he went to parties. He talks about things that happened as if they were in the now.

The tall tales he tells (things that aren’t true) are really confused thoughts. He believes what he says wholeheartedly. I never argue with him, but I’ll ask questions and call him out depending on what the story is. I do it in a jovial way. I never argue with him, I usually change the subject. 

Sometimes I wish he would go back before his illness to the good times, but the bad times outweigh them. The bad times being his dad’s episodes with his illness, some of which were really scary, his dad’s manipulation, and his sister’s episodes with her illness which were so, so many and which began 11 years ago last week.

If my son isn’t taking us back, I will take us back with stories of the good times. Recently my daughter took us back to a good time. This is something she had never done before. It really felt great to hear. It brought  tears to my eyes. It was a glimpse into what was. It shocked me because since her illness began she only talked about things after her illness was better controlled. 

My daughter needs a ride and my son will go with me. As I get ready I’m going to go back and find a good time to go back to with them.

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I matched

That’s a joke right? See the box below Joliet (5th line from the top) green ✔️ “Your resume matches this job”.  There is nothing in my resume about stocking, potting, create and design floral arrangements. This is crackers.

I do fancy myself pretty good at diy flower arranging and have done most of the silk flower arrangements in my home. However, there is NOTHING regarding that on my resume and I’ve never worked at a florist or for a floral department. 

It gave me a good chuckle after reading the winning Mega numbers that we didn’t have. Wah wah.

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Furnishing an apartment and other things

Finally reached the doctor about the headaches. He prescribed a steroid that come like a Z Pack. First day 6 pills spread out throughout the day, 2nd day 5 pills, and so on until the last day you take one. Did I mention this steroid is like speed? First day, the 6 pill day I finally fell asleep at 6:30am! And I had to get up at 9am to take the car in, A/C recharge. Worked for a couple days and then no more. 

Today was like driving in a sauna. Nothing like cargo shorts and a graphic tee stuck to leather. All the windows and the moon roof open, still my son and I are drenched in sweat. We went to pick up the Boho loveseat for my daughter’s apartment. Solid piece of furniture, obviously kept in a room seldomly used. As each day passes, my daughter informs us of more details. There are 2 openings. They do interviews. Which as I recall for the group home was the same deal. One of the ladies in the apartment was in the same group home as my daughter. They know each other well and get along well. To hear my daughter talk about it the first time it was like she had an “in” with the director. Fingers crossed because we have her living room and dining area furnished. Today we also picked up 2 blonde bi-level end tables that are a perfect match to the blonde circular table I got 2 weeks ago. Crazy they are a perfect match because the end tables came from Indiana. The guy had to cancel on me, we were to meet at a Starbucks in Orland Park. He felt bad about it and met me at the Speedway 4 miles from my house today. I have my old dining room set. So 2 rooms furnished!

Because of all the things happening today, and not being accustomed to having an afternoon medication, I missed it. I remembered because of the head banging headache I had after we started dinner. Took the pills, and a muscle relaxant a couple hours later, and filled an old fashioned ice pack with ice and went to snuggle with Netflix. Well not really, couldn’t find anything to watch.

Tomorrow will be taking photos of the end tables. I think there is a cigarette burn to be dealt with, so I’ll put the photos up on the refinishing and flipping pages and get advice on how to make the repairs.

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Need a vacation

Sooo today I had to take my son to his appointment in Oak Brook. This is the second time, normally my spouse drives him. All day I had extreme anxiety over this drive. I hate it. My phone navigation app navigates the route with roads I very much dislike. I don’t like taking Bell Road or Hwy 83. My Tom Tom is MIA. I could easily re-route on that to avoid those roads.

The two year anniversary of the major car accident is in 6 days. I still will not drive the stretch of road where the accident happened. Oh, and my tailgate I took back 3 times to the car repair place treated me like a stupid woman, told me nothing was wrong with it. There was a slight rattle that is very noticeable. That tailgate is now unusable because all the lock assembly is rattling in the tailgate. I’ll have to pay for it, keep the receipt and wish for reimbursement. 

We left on time and arrived on time, however, the drive was not uneventful. Driving on 83, there is an intersecting road before 22nd Street. No signals, no stop signs. Traffic in my direction is going 65-70mph. I come up on that intersecting road and a huge white Suburban shoots out in front of me. I slam the brakes, the BMW directly behind me slam their brakes, I’m panicking and praying at the same time. I don’t see the BMW’s grill and headlights. I slam the brakes, the white Suburban passes and I hit the gas. Somehow I left the BMW in the dust...it didn’t hit me. I get to my son’s appointment and I’m shaking.

Appointment over and the panic sets in again. I remember seeing a ramp for I55 South and I take it, then I see I355 South and I take it. The drive is much shorter than the route there and I get home with no issues.

Still having horrible headaches. Will get ahold of my doctor when they open.

Lola’s Diner c2008-2018