Beware the conclusion of August (like the ides of March, but more ominous)
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Christyna L
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Christyna L
Hello Lovely,
First the good news. The wound vac is working! My incision on my bikini line is getting smaller and smaller. Also, I have a timeslot for the hyperbaric chamber therapies. Having a time to work around is great, both for me, and for my scheduler at work. This stage of the adventure with multiple medical appointments a week, often with a week or less of notice- not to mention my varying energy levels for tasks- has been very hard for her. I will get to start my hyperbaric chamber/ oxygen saturated treatments as soon as Anthem gets around to reviewing and approving the request.
In the other column, the end of August.
It just sucks, and the heat is relentless. Without conviction we mumble "Just four to six more weeks, and then we'll see some relief," to each other at the farmers' market. Factual, but the sun has bleached us of hope or belief in cool breezes.
Other personal milestones for the final days of August:
20 years ago: Hurricane Katrina
18 years ago: my Dad died
8 years ago: Hurricane Harvey
0 years ago: Sammi, the cat, is diagnosed with multiple organs on the brink of collapse, which isn't really a diagnosis, as the vets have no idea why/what started the cascade.
So, for the first time in my adult life, I am making end of life arrangements for a pet.
I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm bloated. Each day is a new adventure in aches, discomfort, and worry. I'm hot. Did I mention sad?
First the good news. The wound vac is working! My incision on my bikini line is getting smaller and smaller. Also, I have a timeslot for the hyperbaric chamber therapies. Having a time to work around is great, both for me, and for my scheduler at work. This stage of the adventure with multiple medical appointments a week, often with a week or less of notice- not to mention my varying energy levels for tasks- has been very hard for her. I will get to start my hyperbaric chamber/ oxygen saturated treatments as soon as Anthem gets around to reviewing and approving the request.
In the other column, the end of August.
It just sucks, and the heat is relentless. Without conviction we mumble "Just four to six more weeks, and then we'll see some relief," to each other at the farmers' market. Factual, but the sun has bleached us of hope or belief in cool breezes.
Other personal milestones for the final days of August:
20 years ago: Hurricane Katrina
18 years ago: my Dad died
8 years ago: Hurricane Harvey
0 years ago: Sammi, the cat, is diagnosed with multiple organs on the brink of collapse, which isn't really a diagnosis, as the vets have no idea why/what started the cascade.
So, for the first time in my adult life, I am making end of life arrangements for a pet.
I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm bloated. Each day is a new adventure in aches, discomfort, and worry. I'm hot. Did I mention sad?
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Understand, dad would say,”I’m sorry that adulting is a bitch right now” I understand … “Keep on keeping on…. You is doin’ great!!”
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