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the_rckDecember was rough. Scott's brother and his family came to Michigan for the week leading up to Christmas, so there were family things every day that week. I couldn't go to the ones at Scott's sister's house because of our nephew's cats, but Scott and Cordelia were out every day.
Scott wanted to do a Christmas celebration with me on the 26th, but I got sick that day with an intestinal unpleasantness (zero respiratory symptoms) and wasn't able to eat properly for the next 5-6 days. I started feeling hungry again after 3-4 days, but I had to be conservative. The first few days, I went through about 72 oz of Gatorade each day.
About a week after that, I had a three day migraine with a nasty earache.
It's also been a rough start of term for Cordelia. She worked orientation which involved going back about five days early. The dorms let her stay, but none of the on campus food options were available until the third day when the orientation students arrived (at that point, the meals were part of the 12 hour work days). On the second 12 hour day, one of her professors posted a syllabus that started off with a hidden prerequisite, something that wasn't in the course description or in the online registration process. That was Friday at 11 p.m., so trying to talk to an advisor wasn't an option before classes started. On Sunday, she got the syllabus for her Intro to Women's Studies class and realized that it was going to be an unpleasant experience.
This means she reworked her schedule two or three times during that weekend. The anxiety levels were about the same as during her first semester, so we were all stressed, and Scott and I were kind of terrified that we'd miss a moment when Cordelia really upset and desperate.
Things are settling, but Cordelia is still needing to come home every weekend and is calling every day.
I finally saw a podiatrist yesterday. Getting a referral for orthotics was fairly painless. The doctor had no idea what's going on with my injured ankle, though. I hadn't been holding my breath on that point because it wasn't part of my original referral. Of course, I'm not convinced they had any record of that because they seemed to think I was there for diabetic foot care; the person who took me back to the room was a bit startled that my feet looked fine, and there was wound care stuff laid out on a tray. I didn't need any of it and never have, but... I assume it's a lot of what they get. Podiatry shares office space with the diabetes clinic, after all, and I doubt that's any sort of accident.
I also had to sign a paper acknowledging my awareness that Medicare only covers foot care appointments at specific intervals.
I'll have my orthotics fitting in late February. I'll be doing at least two different types of PT during that month, too, and February is always long term disability review month. I've also got several non-PT appointments. I want all of it over with, but none of it can reasonably be put off.
I will be scheduling OT for lymphedema, but the referral I got from my gynecologist was for PT (because that's what it was when I did it in 2017). I have to get a new referral that says 'OT' instead of 'PT.' I'm hoping that won't be a big deal. I'm pretty sure that that change will be rubber-stamped since, from the doctor's point of view, it's entirely a difference in terminology. It won't change the diagnosis or even change the phone number I'll call to make the appointments. It's an internal referral, entirely digital.
I've fallen way behind on my library books. It's been hard to concentrate this month.
Scott wanted to do a Christmas celebration with me on the 26th, but I got sick that day with an intestinal unpleasantness (zero respiratory symptoms) and wasn't able to eat properly for the next 5-6 days. I started feeling hungry again after 3-4 days, but I had to be conservative. The first few days, I went through about 72 oz of Gatorade each day.
About a week after that, I had a three day migraine with a nasty earache.
It's also been a rough start of term for Cordelia. She worked orientation which involved going back about five days early. The dorms let her stay, but none of the on campus food options were available until the third day when the orientation students arrived (at that point, the meals were part of the 12 hour work days). On the second 12 hour day, one of her professors posted a syllabus that started off with a hidden prerequisite, something that wasn't in the course description or in the online registration process. That was Friday at 11 p.m., so trying to talk to an advisor wasn't an option before classes started. On Sunday, she got the syllabus for her Intro to Women's Studies class and realized that it was going to be an unpleasant experience.
This means she reworked her schedule two or three times during that weekend. The anxiety levels were about the same as during her first semester, so we were all stressed, and Scott and I were kind of terrified that we'd miss a moment when Cordelia really upset and desperate.
Things are settling, but Cordelia is still needing to come home every weekend and is calling every day.
I finally saw a podiatrist yesterday. Getting a referral for orthotics was fairly painless. The doctor had no idea what's going on with my injured ankle, though. I hadn't been holding my breath on that point because it wasn't part of my original referral. Of course, I'm not convinced they had any record of that because they seemed to think I was there for diabetic foot care; the person who took me back to the room was a bit startled that my feet looked fine, and there was wound care stuff laid out on a tray. I didn't need any of it and never have, but... I assume it's a lot of what they get. Podiatry shares office space with the diabetes clinic, after all, and I doubt that's any sort of accident.
I also had to sign a paper acknowledging my awareness that Medicare only covers foot care appointments at specific intervals.
I'll have my orthotics fitting in late February. I'll be doing at least two different types of PT during that month, too, and February is always long term disability review month. I've also got several non-PT appointments. I want all of it over with, but none of it can reasonably be put off.
I will be scheduling OT for lymphedema, but the referral I got from my gynecologist was for PT (because that's what it was when I did it in 2017). I have to get a new referral that says 'OT' instead of 'PT.' I'm hoping that won't be a big deal. I'm pretty sure that that change will be rubber-stamped since, from the doctor's point of view, it's entirely a difference in terminology. It won't change the diagnosis or even change the phone number I'll call to make the appointments. It's an internal referral, entirely digital.
I've fallen way behind on my library books. It's been hard to concentrate this month.
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Date: 2023-01-26 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-26 04:26 am (UTC)Ah yeah, podiatry care for people with diabetes is a major since if anything goes wrong with one's foot, things can go south FAST. This includes breaking in new shoes, believe it or not! I used to work at a podiatrist's office. Though, I wonder if whoever took your appointment info over the phone got things mixed up in what they put you were there for since they thought you were there for diabetic foot care. Also... if you ever go to a podiatrist's office that has foot baths that aren't foot baths with changeable liners, do not accept the option to soak your feet. It's impossible to fully clean and sterilize the tubs that don't have liners (hence the need for liners that creates a clean environment for each person) and it's a breeding ground for bacteria.
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