September 28, 2012

  • The Changing Of The Appointments...

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Ever feel like an escapee from a funny farm?  Today was a day that was worthy of a comedy routine.  I had to call two doctors offices and change appointments.  One was for the Beast, the other for me.  Then I had to contact the hematologist's office to let him know that I had blood tests done at the hospital on Thursday in case he wanted to get copies of it to check on my red cell count plus let him know I was going to be in the hospital on Monday in case he wanted to order some different test for me.  Why not get it done then?  I also needed to move the appointment for a few days or a week since my post-operative instructions led me to believe I wouldn't be up to going anywhere for a couple days.  The first nurse I talked to kept saying, *Uh huh.  Uh huh.*  I should have known what THAT meant because within an hour, the doctors main nurse called me and asked me what I had called about. 

    I repeated what was going to go on as well as the fact that I had blood drawn on Thursday.  SHE says to me, *Did you have that done HERE or at the hospital?*  I was a bit taken aback but I said, *The hospital* and she said, *Oh, well I guess we will have to send for those tests to see if the doctor wants to order any different ones.*  What is so strange about that statement is that particular doctor has his office in the Cancer Center located in the hospital I will be at.  I kid you not.  It's on the north side of the hospital but it's all easily accessible both inside or outside.  You would have thought they couldn't just walk down the hall to the lab and get a copy.

    THEN, when she went to reschedule my appointment to see the doctor, she was going to make it for the following Monday.  I shook my head because I had changed the Beast's eye doctor appointment just about an hour earlier to that Monday so I had to say no and make it for Tuesday instead.  I'm standing in front of the appointment list I have for the doctors and it's like a big joke.  I told the Beast afterward that I insist on getting one of those calendars with the big squares for each day like I've usually had for years so I have an easier, more visual place to write down our appointments.  It's just better than having them on my computer because the place I put them is a special program and the date is typed in so it's not as easy to figure when they are.

    Chewlee did not have a good day with me today.  She started giving me orders instead of asking me politely for things.  She spent a lot of time in tears because I told her NO and stuck to it.  Later, after she had calmed down and was sitting quietly, I asked her if she knew why I had told her NO.  Know what?  She had figured it out.  I don't know what kind of a day she had at school or if she was just seeing if she could make me do what she wanted me to do without having to be polite about it.  But she found out that she can't do that to Grandma.  I even made her peel her own orange because of her attitude.  She discovered something.  She actually CAN peel her own orange if someone starts it for her.  She was proud of herself so it was a good thing.  By the end of our time together, she and I both were in better moods.  She was calmly drawing (she's getting pretty good at some things and I'm so happy she colors in the lines, including on pictures SHE draws) when the Princess got here and she proudly showed her mother the pictures she had drawn.  She took them home with her because one of them was for her teacher, the other for her mother.

    I'm tired today.  I didn't sleep well at all but I did feel wonderful about one thing.  My brother is now CANCER FREE!  All he has to do now (and for the next five years) is follow-up visits and the occasional test or two.  Thank you everyone who remembered him in your prayers.  I believe that prayers are powerful, especially those of strangers who are praying out of the goodness of their hearts.  Thank you again!  May God bless you all now and in times of trouble.

    Love you all.  Have a great weekend.  I'm going to try getting to bed early and I might even (don't faint now!) sleep in my own bed with my (gasp) husband!  Just don't tell anyone, okay?    I usually end up on my recliner just because I DON'T sleep well and one of us should have a good night, don't you think?