Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Still waiting for a solution for the health insurance. In the meantime, life does go on.
The well situation has been resolved. But do not assume that my water issues are over! You will recall that broken pipe allowed the well to suck in clay and roots. All this went through the pipes and came out in the sinks and tubs .......
I was taking a much deserved steaming hot shower, relishing the good water pressure pounding on my back. I was in no hurry, since all is well with the well (snicker). So, I was just lathering my hair with shampoo, letting the water massage my back when all of a sudden the shower head flew off!
If I thought I had good water pressure before ...... I was being power washed!! Now I am in a hurry! I have never been so clean! I am making a list that will include new shower heads for all the bathrooms in the park ....... seven, in case you are wondering.
That is not the end of water issues, though. The weather is bitterly cold and that always means pipes will burst. Every effort is made to prevent this. Space heaters are turned on in the bathrooms and the laundry room at night. So the pipes won't burst.
Since we have no guests in the park, one would assume that the laundry room would not be in use, right? I was chopping vegetables, preparing dinner, four dogs at my feet. I turned to the stove to check the oven, then stepped back to the counter, when I noticed I was stepping in a puddle.
I felt the difference as I stepped down. Yes, I had shoes on, I rarely go barefoot, even in warm weather ....... which is odd, since I hated shoes as a child. I can feel things underfoot, unlike He Who notice nothing and tracks everything through the house. My first thought went to a puddle of pee, and I immediately asked who did it, before I even looked down. The puddle was huge and growing, coming from under the cabinets. I yelled for He Who fixes pipes. My kitchen is on the other side of the laundry room.
Did I say that He Who is not detail oriented? He turns the water off before launching his investigation. He finds the laundry room door wide open. There are others who live out here in the country. I have already forbidden the use of my dumpster. They were amazed to know that I have to pay for the removal of refuse ...... that is your first clue.
He Who is not very observant recalls those same people had been in the laundry room the previous day. He thinks they may have left the door open. It did not occur to him to check that door before retiring for the night, he just assumed they would close it. Well, you know what happens when you assume? You end up with broken pipes to fix.
Any coins they fed the washers and dryers yesterday did not benefit me at all, since now we have a broken pipe. I mopped up four gallons of water. Yes, I measured it. I could hardly pick the bucket up to empty it. I confess that I added a little floor cleaner to the water and swished it all over the kitchen and dining room and back hallway before I mopped it up. This is the difference between me and my mate. He sees clouds and I see silver linings. Opposites do attract.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Not only is the internet and Blogger conspiring to try the patience of a lady in pain, but my new insurance card arrived last week. This will be the third business day I have been dealing with issues. I had the weekend to stew.
Did you know that PCP is an acronym for primary care physician? I didn't, but I do now. I had no idea what it was boldly printed on my ID card. Perhaps I would have figured it out had the name of the person behind it was followed by an "MD" or some other clue as to what they were.
I promptly called the office of the gastroenterologist I was referred to and gave them the information on the card. The man was very nice and assured me that my insurance was acceptable. He was all set to schedule my appointment when he asked for the PCP listed on my card (lightbulb moment for me). I gave him the name and he told me that the referral had to come via that physician ........ but, not to worry, since United Health Care was pretty common, I should just call the number on the back of the card and have them change the PCP in the computer and he would go from there.
Since it was nearly 5:00, I had to wait until the next day, because I wanted to call my clinic and make sure they took the insurance before I called that number. See, I can still think logically. Called my clinic and they assured me they did.
Feeling quite confidant, I called the member number on the back of my card. Not sure where the person who answered my call was, but English was not his first language. Add to that, I could hear the voices of other people answering calls just such as mine. I would, no doubt, have had no problem understanding this man in person, but on the phone it took all my powers of intuition to figure out what he was saying.
He tells me that my clinic does not accept the plan I have. He is very courteous and apologetic, eager to help me come up with a solution. He tells me I can call my clinic and have them update their participation ...... or I will just have to go with the PCP assigned me. And start all over with all the tests and trial runs of drugs before I get another referral. Crap.
I was told to come to the clinic today with my card in tow. Crappy road conditions and the fact that I was going to skip the pain meds today, so that I could drive without endangering my life and the lives of others, but found that I couldn't when I woke with so much pain, are keeping me home. I finally got the person at the main branch of my clinic in charge of insurance billing and gave her the information.
Now, I wait. My clinic is doing a major update and she will call me back when she has an answer. The insurance won't actually be live until March 1st, but I was hoping to get the appointment set up and be all set come the first of the month. What is it they say about good intentions?
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
I have been told that I am more pleasant when medicated. Probably true, since pain makes one irritated.
My magic capsules are time released and I can feel the results of that release periodically. During those times, I tend not to care about life's little irritations. Those episodes are not long lasting.
Things still annoy me. Things like the fact that the well experts have still not completed this job. The elusive gasket was reported to have been ordered twice last week. Last report said the part was to arrive Friday morning at 9 am and they would be right out to finish the installation of that part and the rest of the job. They were a no-show Friday and have not called this week.
I really did not expect them to come out yesterday or today with the snow and the bitter cold temperatures. Tomorrow is supposed to be the coldest day of the winter and I don't expect them to brave the weather. I do have water, after all and I have been enjoying some nice hot showers. But, you would think they would have at least called.
I now you are all wondering why I haven't called them. This is the deal of He Who is in charge of the water works here. He says he will handle it, they are calling is cell when they do communicate. I don't have to field calls or anything .......
The fence is still down and the ground thingies they drove on are still in the yard and covered with snow. The temporary fence is still up for the dogs and everything is in limbo as I wait to be able to put my laundry room back to normal. Just annoying.
Pain meds or not, I am still me. The lid off the tooth paste still annoying, the puddles of melting snow on the floor, the wind blowing the smoke back down the chimney stack and burning my eyes ........... must be time for another dose.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Remember the story about the little boy hitting himself in the head with the hammer? When asked why he was hitting himself, he replied that it felt so good when he stopped.
I think, maybe, that chronic pain is like that. You become accustomed to the pain. So much so that you don't realize you are hurting until you take a pain reliever.
While I wait for my new insurance policy to kick in, I have been carefully hoarding the prescription I have for pain. Well, I was, until I actually read the bottle and discovered the refill. So, for the past week I have been taking the medication as prescribed. I am much nicer to be around, although, not very productive. I seem to have developed a great capacity to stare mindlessly at the TV and do absolutely nothing.
In my drug-free state I would have guilt feelings for doing nothing, but in this new pain-free universe, guilt does not factor in. I do manage a few tasks, such as cooking and laundry, then feel insanely proud of myself.
Last night, for instance, I pulled all the left-overs out of the fridge and prepared a meal of sorts. In doing so, I got a little carried away and cleaned out a lot of stuff, like expired pickles and such ...... then felt so accomplished. A good nap makes me feel so righteous!
My only concern is ....... what happens when I stop taking these capsules of magic?
Thursday, February 12, 2015
As I sit here sipping my coffee, waiting for the wood stove to crank out some heat and listening mindlessly to the news (local), I hear again how there is a proposal to make it illegal to text and drive for those over 21.
I confess that I was unaware that it was legal to text and drive, no matter your age. In this state, the great state of Missouri, it is legal. Only for those over 21. Because we all know that upon turning 21 you are an adult and can do adult things. Suddenly you are a multi-tasking wizard. Not to mention the fact that adults in my age range are so very adept at technology.
Why would it be a good idea to text and drive at any age? Legal or not. Make sure you have air bags and your seat belt is buckled. Have to be safety conscious, you know. Then, text while you hurtle down the interstate at 80 MPH, no make that 79 MPH. Cause, we all know the troopers won't bother to pull you over unless you exceed the speed limit by 10 MPH. Speaking of legal .....
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The well is still not completely fixed. It was all going so well until they encountered a gasket that had to be special ordered.
In spite of that fact I was still determined to have a relatively good day. I made some delicious soup, using some of that smoked turkey from my freezer, five kinds of beans and some chorizo sausage. I called my dad and chatted with him. He continues to get stronger and was happy to talk to me.
Went to bed, watched Jon Stewart, laughed, then totally relaxed, I was drifting into sweet slumber.
You know what I mean. You can still hear the TV and the dog snoring, but it doesn't matter. I was aware of the TV going off and I was snuggling in when the ring of the phone shattered the air.
He Who would normally pretend to be deaf to the sound took pity on me and got up to see who might be disturbing our night. I was still in that hazy state, still able to fall back to sleep as soon as he got back into bed.
But, no, he turned on the light and told me to look at the caller ID, that he thought it was my dad's number. I looked and saw that it was and my heart jumped into my throat and I had that painful surge of adrenaline. I immediately hit redial. It rang and rang and finally the answering machine picked up. I did not leave a message. I was completely awake at this point, and contemplating calling my step-sister.
But, I decided to check the caller ID myself. Glad I did. He Who, has been shown at least three times how to scroll back to see who called, once again hit the "last number called" function instead. That was the last number I called ...... my dad.
I am thankful that I did not leave a frantic message. I am thankful that Mama and Daddy are both hard of hearing. Turned out to be a would be camper wanting a price. He did not indicate that he needed a site for the night, he just inquired about the pricing and hung up.
So, you know that I am wide awake at this point and it took awhile to get back to sleep. Must have been an hour, since that is when the phone rang and woke me yet again. Same caller, announcing that he was at the office. Had to bite my tongue and simply instruct him to use the night registration. "Simply follow the instructions posted on the door."
Don't know who deserves more credit for my crummy night ...... the camper or my husband.
Monday, February 9, 2015
The long awaited big day is here!! The well is being pulled!!
I have to admit that the term "well pulling" still makes me nervous. The term would imply that the well will no longer be there, since they are "pulling" it. I mean, when the dentist "pulls" your tooth ...... it is no longer there.
The weather this past weekend was wonderful, downright balmy. I was up in the wee hours of the morning on Saturday to fling Martha, the annoying boy cat, out the back door. I walked out in my nightgown and the warm breeze wafted round me. I was tempted to open all the windows when I went back inside.
Martha, the boy cat, has been sleeping in at night this winter. I felt cruel making him go out when the temperature was so low. He sleeps all day, after gobbling up all the dog food he can steal before the canine contingent take him down and they roll on the floor play fighting. From there he saunters over to the office door to gain access to his cat food. Once there he gorges on his Meow Mix, then comes back into the house and my empty bed to snooze the day away. He arises in the evening to torment the dogs until bedtime, then goes back to sleep with the rest of us until he decides he wants to roam.
To awaken me, he insinuates himself between the shade and the window and starts tapping the shade against the window, knowing this will annoy me awake. That fat cat is smart. One cold night at 2:30, I scooped him up and tossed him in the office. He came back an hour later and got under the shade and scaled the window to the top and mewled loudly. See what I mean?
But this was supposed to be a post about my first thought of the morning. The weather has changed. It is cold today. So, I wondered upon wakening ..... is it as cold as a well diggers a$$??
Should I go ask?