I went to a wake tonight. A parent of an old friend.
Alzheimer’s.
My mother didn’t have that, but she did have dementia and that’s probably close enough.
Watching someone you love go through that is just dreadful. It’s about the most awful thing you can experience. I felt sad for my friend and sad for my mother.
Give the people you care about a hug.
I saw something while I was out running errands on Sunday that I wanted to write a short post about but I didn’t get around to it. I’ll write that short post now.
This is an example of the healthcare system in the United States firing on all cylinders. There are people here who believe that the healthcare system in the US is second to none. Those people vote.
On Sunday while driving home from the grocery store I saw a car with a sign painted on the door. I am pretty sure I was in Methuen, MA when I saw it but I might have been in Salem, NH.
The sign painted on the side of the car said something along the lines of:
Wanted: Kidney Donation. Call Joe at xxx-xxx-xxxx
So I have to ask… are we great again? Is begging for organs to transplant a sign that america is great again? Are we winning the war against nationalized healthcare that every other industrialized nation on the planet Earth has?
I had my four year anniversary of Gastric Bypass surgery check in with the surgeon today. In summation: All is well.
We talked about energy levels and how protein intake might affect them. The take away being that I have an appointment with the clinic’s nutritionist in a few weeks. The last time I met with them was… over three years ago, I think.
We talked about a couple of slightly embarrassing digestion issues and the take away was to try adding a probiotic and see if it makes a difference. I can so that.
I asked a question that wasn’t really worrying me until I actually got to the appointment today. My weight has been steadily increasing over the last two years. Not a lot, but enough for me to take notice. I asked her at what point should I start getting worried about that. She basically said that I don’t have to worry about anything but if we someday get there, there are things we can do. That made me feel better.
On the way home I stopped at a river-walk along the Merrimack River in Lowell, MA. I had my new/old/used film camera with me. I am trying to work through a test roll and I took a few pics. Unfortunately the weather was crap and it was starting to rain so I bailed after a short few minutes. I’ll try again over the weekend.
Other than that… not much happening today. Oh, except for one thing… My wife, Jen, bought tickets to a showing of The Mandalorian and Grogu next week. Opening night, thank you very much. I can’t wait! The first new Star Wars movie in about seven years. This is the way!
The nervousness is creeping up on me.
No details will be forthcoming, but we have an appointment with my father’s doctor today. It will be Dad, the doctor, my brother, my sister, and me. There is a potential for some difficult conversation about my father’s care going forward. There isn’t anything wrong right now, but it’s just day to day stuff that might need to be adjusted, and those adjustments might lead to some tough talk.
The appointment is about 2.5 hours from now. I have some errands to run (I might share the source of those later because it’s a “funny” story) and then I have to go and pick up my dad.
Stay calm, Robert. It will be okay.
That sound you hear is my heart breaking.
Where were you when the supreme court of the republican fascist states of america removed a basic healthcare right from half of the citizens of this shit hole of a country?
I was in my daily stand up meeting with my group at work. We were talking about reproducing a customer’s issue in a complicated setup situation. Jen sent me a text and let me know.
I would like to thank my democratic party for working so diligently to add justices to the supreme court so that this would not happen. Sitting there with your heads up your asses doing nothing at all is very hard work, I am sure.
I am really fucking sick of being embarrassed by this shit hole country.
My mother was moved from the hospital to a new facility today. This is what we’ve been waiting and hoping and crossing our fingers for.
My brother and sister are there with her. I’m stuck here working and feeling guilty that I am not there.
I sent a text saying that I was afraid to ask for an update on how things are going.
My brother wrote back, not well.
ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit.
Remember that little thing I posted yesterday about crossing your fingers and hoping for good news on my mother’s healthcare front?
It may have worked. Thanks for your help.
We should know for sure early this afternoon, but it looks like there was actual progress made. I am not going to let myself feel relieved at all until it actually happens, but for now…
PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.
My fingers are still crossed.
Everyone cross your fingers.
We may have a positive development on my mother’s healthcare front.
PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.
I know I have said this a couple of times already but this one feels closer than the previous false alarms.
Fingers Eternally Crossed.
PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.
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