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Mar. 22nd, 2016 12:23 pmThe trip to UHS for the pneumonia vaccination went pretty well. They saw me early and got me through quickly. The main uncertainty is whether or not any of my insurance will pay for the stupid thing. I’ve gotten contradictory information from different sources, but I’m inclined to trust our Aetna handbook when it says they cover it over the UHS website which says that Aetna doesn’t. Of course, if UHS doesn’t actually bill Aetna…
I managed to get a load of laundry done, but things went wrong when I tried to start a loaf of bread. First, we didn’t have the ingredients for the recipe I wanted to make (garlic rosemary French bread. We had less than 1/4 the rosemary called for). Then, after I put together a different loaf, I got over to the bread machine and dropped the pan. Flour and water and potato flakes went everywhere, including over a large stack of Scott’s books. Everything was just wet enough to be sticky and not vacuumable (I’m a little worried that I’ve wrecked our small vacuum trying to use it there) and just dry enough that I couldn’t successfully wipe it up. I think that I turned my ankle and that that’s why I dropped the dratted thing, but I’m not sure. Those seconds are really blurry, so all I know is that my ankle ached and twinged for the rest of the day.
I got the books as well cleaned off as I could manage, but some wet flour got between pages in places (I have no idea how given that the books were closed and stacked on top of each other). After that, I was exhausted and had to sit down even though most of the mess was still there. Scott ended up having to clean it up.
Cordelia is apparently terrified to tell us exactly what’s going on with her, physically, for fear that we’ll take her to the doctor and something serious will turn out to be wrong. She ended up crying on me for about ten minutes last night over that. She has specifically asked me not to tell you all what’s going on with her health, so I won’t, but… How can I help her if she doesn’t tell me what’s going on? I’m pretty sure that some of the fear comes from seeing what I’ve been dealing with this last year and from not being able to do anything about it. She accused me of not ever actually coming out and telling her it was cancer. She says she had to find that out by eavesdropping, which… Well, I thought I told her, but really, I don’t remember. It’s not like I was really completely together right then.
I really ought to pull myself together to get the paperwork to my psychiatrist. That requires first calling to see when someone will be there. My psychiatrist has a kid of about two and so only works part-time which, in turn, means that her secretary only works part-time. It’s a shared office, but the other people there don’t share the secretary’s services and may or may not be reliable people with whom to leave the paperwork.
But I probably ought to call Cordelia’s doctor to ask for advice, and I’m not sure I can handle both. Also, the doctor is likely to want to see Cordelia because Cordelia hasn’t given me very much information at all (I’m apparently not asking the right questions or something). I really and truly can’t do that and deliver the paperwork in the same day. Of course, if I haul Cordelia to the doctor, she will get upset and cranky about it, especially if it involves missing school.
I managed to get a load of laundry done, but things went wrong when I tried to start a loaf of bread. First, we didn’t have the ingredients for the recipe I wanted to make (garlic rosemary French bread. We had less than 1/4 the rosemary called for). Then, after I put together a different loaf, I got over to the bread machine and dropped the pan. Flour and water and potato flakes went everywhere, including over a large stack of Scott’s books. Everything was just wet enough to be sticky and not vacuumable (I’m a little worried that I’ve wrecked our small vacuum trying to use it there) and just dry enough that I couldn’t successfully wipe it up. I think that I turned my ankle and that that’s why I dropped the dratted thing, but I’m not sure. Those seconds are really blurry, so all I know is that my ankle ached and twinged for the rest of the day.
I got the books as well cleaned off as I could manage, but some wet flour got between pages in places (I have no idea how given that the books were closed and stacked on top of each other). After that, I was exhausted and had to sit down even though most of the mess was still there. Scott ended up having to clean it up.
Cordelia is apparently terrified to tell us exactly what’s going on with her, physically, for fear that we’ll take her to the doctor and something serious will turn out to be wrong. She ended up crying on me for about ten minutes last night over that. She has specifically asked me not to tell you all what’s going on with her health, so I won’t, but… How can I help her if she doesn’t tell me what’s going on? I’m pretty sure that some of the fear comes from seeing what I’ve been dealing with this last year and from not being able to do anything about it. She accused me of not ever actually coming out and telling her it was cancer. She says she had to find that out by eavesdropping, which… Well, I thought I told her, but really, I don’t remember. It’s not like I was really completely together right then.
I really ought to pull myself together to get the paperwork to my psychiatrist. That requires first calling to see when someone will be there. My psychiatrist has a kid of about two and so only works part-time which, in turn, means that her secretary only works part-time. It’s a shared office, but the other people there don’t share the secretary’s services and may or may not be reliable people with whom to leave the paperwork.
But I probably ought to call Cordelia’s doctor to ask for advice, and I’m not sure I can handle both. Also, the doctor is likely to want to see Cordelia because Cordelia hasn’t given me very much information at all (I’m apparently not asking the right questions or something). I really and truly can’t do that and deliver the paperwork in the same day. Of course, if I haul Cordelia to the doctor, she will get upset and cranky about it, especially if it involves missing school.
