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.
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…
My fingers are still crossed.
Everyone cross your fingers.
We may have a positive development on my mother’s healthcare front.
I know I have said this a couple of times already but this one feels closer than the previous false alarms.
Fingers Eternally Crossed.
What’s a clinical over-sharer to do?
I have four things going on that the clinical over-sharer in me wants to talk about but I can’t. Well… I can, but I just don’t want to… even though I want to. Ugh.
Three of the four things are related to being a home owner. The fourth is a personal healthcare thing. One of the home things is pretty huge, another is kind of huge but dependent on the first thing and after the first thing is squared away there are two other things that have to happen before we get to it… confused? Me too. The third is pretty minor but still nice. The healthcare thing has the potential to become utterly gigantic, in a really positive way, but at the moment is just a teeny tiny thing.
The huge thing will never be discussed directly, the big thing will be, but not until it happens and maybe not until after it happens. The small thing probably won’t be, but in oversharing other things you might get a clue. The healthcare thing is probably going to be discussed in excruciating detail, but not until the process advances quite a bit further than the baby step I’ve taken thus far.
I want to talk about all of it! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
On a completely unrelated and unimportant note, I just asked a HomePod to play a specific podcast episode and it worked. Nice! Hey Siri, play the newest episode of The Walking Dead ‘Cast. It worked!
Jack Eichel was traded from the Buffalo Sabers to the Vegas Golden Knights today. The reason for the trade had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with healthcare.
Eichel needs surgery. He has a herniated disk. He wanted to undergo a procedure that had never been performed on an NHL player. The team wanted him to have a more common procedure. I have to imagine that conflicts like this are probably common. The team doctors want to do X and the player’s personal doctor wants to do Y. In this case the two sides refused to budge and it lead to a stalemate where Eichel didn’t get either procedure and the team traded him to get rid of him.
It all seems dumb to me, but what really surprises me is that based on the collective bargaining agreement, the team is 100% in the right. Now I understand that the team has millions of dollars invested in the player and all of that, but try to look at this from your own healthcare perspective. Imagine you have a condition that requires surgery. You and your doctor come up with a plan of action, and your employer says no and tells you that you have to do something different. Now imagine that you signed a contract that gives the employer that right.
Wow. I mean… wow. Do the other pro sports leagues have this right too? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
Remember a couple of posts back where I said I was suddenly a jinx at work? Oddly enough, the word jinx came up again in a totally unrelated topic today.
I am actually afraid to mention it out of fear of actually jinxing it myself because irony is dead.
We have something in the works for my parents’ healthcare situation. We got some info today that if it happens would be a gift from the healthcare gods, but the person relaying the info actually said that they didn’t want to jinx it.
Holy shit snacks, please don’t let this be jinxed.
Please let the superstitious jinxing be localized to that one issue at work.
Oh, and did I mention that Lizardfish covers Stevie Wonder’s Superstition? Is that enough to keep all superstitious coincidences at bay for a few decades? That’d be nice, m’kay.
I am really nervous. Another step toward resolving my parents’ healthcare issues is about to happen. I am not going into details, but my brother and sister and mother and father are about to do something that I really, really need to go well.
No, that’s not a good enough description. Let me try again…
I really, really, really, really, really, really need things to go very, very, very, very, very, very well.
I’m sending out all of the positive red head vibes* I can. Come on, universe, don’t let me down. After a year and a half of Covid-19 on top of all the family health problems, you owe me, universe. You owe me.
*Red head vibes are the best vibes. You have to be a red head to know this, but it is true. Red head vibes are powerful things. I have to be careful to use them sparingly, and to only ever use them as a force for good. I have used them a lot since Friday. When I say a lot I mean, a lot.
It’s Friday morning, everyone! You’ve almost made it to the weekend. Hang in there, it’s almost over.
Ready for your morning update to the saga of my personal pain?
Last night was okay. I don’t control the TV remote anymore so I stuck my AirPods Max with their transparency mode onto my noodle and surfed the web. I decided to watch The Orville. We had started it once before but only got a few episodes in. I’m going to give it another go. I also did some music and bitched about local news. Mom’s pain level was manageable. Dad was fine.
This morning though.
I woke up about 5:30. Dad was asleep but mom was up. She was in a lot of pain and she was very confused. She told me she was lost. She said she was in the new school and didn’t know her way around. She was opening doors and peering inside trying to figure out what was up. She asked me what each room was. She asked me if we were on the second floor. I kept telling her she was home and safe but it wasn’t getting through. Eventually she found her bedroom. She called it “a” bedroom, not “her” bedroom though. She sat on the bed for a little while and seemed to slowly come back to herself.
So that was fun, right?
Dad is still asleep, but mom is having breakfast. The complaining about pain and the feeling lost both seem to be gone. I’m pretty thankful for that.
I need to get my workspace ready for the work day, check on the doors, and try to sneak in the new episode of The Bad Batch. The home health folks aren’t coming until 9:00 so I had a little extra time to get ready. I had gotten into the habit of keeping all of my stuff on dad’s hospital bed in the living room but I can’t do that anymore. I think my CPAP machine and my laundry and stuff will go out to the car this morning so they won’t be in anyone’s way.
I have a really bad feeling about today. I shouldn’t but I do. I also had to switch some days around this month. My brother and sister and I all have stuff we need to do in our own lives outside of our parents’ lives so the calendar was monkeyed with. It works to my benefit later in the month, but in the immediate future I have some tough times. I will go home tonight around dinner time, but instead of having a day off before I come back, I come back tomorrow night at dinner. That’s still better than the 48 hour shift I have next week. That’s going to be a shit burger.
Okay. Let’s get this Friday rolling, shall we? Happy thoughts, everyone. Happy thoughts.