I’m tired of whining and I’m pretty sure you’re tired of listening to me whine. There is some fun in my life . . .
Tonight was trick or treat in My Little Town. Started at 6 and ended at 8 p.m. We had a really pathetic turn out. Less than 50 kids. I remember the days when we had close to 200. Oh dear I sound like an old lady. I got off work at 5, hurried home and had supper, then Hubby and I sat outside and passed out candy until 7:30. We were cold and there weren’t any more kids so we turned off the light and closed the front door. Hubby’s excited that we have lots of candy left. Blacky’s excited because all the strange people aren’t walking past the house anymore. Luci’s the only sad one in the family. She thought everyone was coming to visit her. It was hard to keep her wiggly butt on the front porch. We made an amazing discovery – the smaller the kid the more excited they were to see Luci. The little kids loved her and the big kids were terrified of her. I really thought it would be the other way around. Of course, she doesn’t know a stranger so it was a big party for her.
Another Luci story. Earlier this week it was cold and rainy when we took our evening walk. At one point it was actually sleeting. Yep, sleet. Like winter time sleet. Blech! But we were in the middle of our walk and we had to get home. Ordinarily, Luci doesn’t mind rain or sleet, but this time it got her her eyes and she would stop every few steps to wipe her paws over her eyes. I just wish I had a camera with me.
Yesterday was the Halloween party at work. We got to wear costumes. I’m not a big costume person but I’ll take advantage of a chance to wear jeans to work. I wore my beloved 49ers jersey (#16 – Joe Montana), my jeans and my tennis shoes. I was Pam on Sunday Afternoon During Football Season. I didn’t win a prize, but I was comfortable. It was a bright spot in my week.
Hubby has taken up the task of going to the grocery store for me on Friday’s. Since he’s off on Friday’s now, he volunteered. At first I was a little leery of him doing this for me because he always spends too much money. But I gave him a list and a budget and he’s been doing very well. He’s always under budget and understands now how expensive things are. It is a little odd to not go to the store but it’s a big help – especially now that MIL needs our help.
I know it’s not very exciting, but it’s been a rough week.
It’s amazing the things you forget in 7 short years. I forgot how exhausting it is to run two households. I forgot how much organization it takes to make sure that everything gets done at both places. Laundry. Dishes. Housework in general. Grocery shopping. Tending to the dogs. I know that Hubby and I did a lot for MIL and FIL when FIL was sick, but I don’t remember being this tired all the time. Could it be that we’re 7 years older this time around?
MIL is doing well with the oxygen and the steroids. She doesn’t seem as tired or as confused as she was before the hospital stay. I did some research on the subject of pulmonary fibrosis and I understand things a lot better now. I understand why she was so tired all the time. Why she was losing so much weight so fast. Why she seemed a little more confused than normal. I also understand this just the beginning. It’s going to get worse . . . a lot worse. But I’m not going to think about that today. There’s plenty of time down the road to worry about that. Can you tell that I’m a big fan of Scarlett O’Hara?
Hubby and I are adapting to the new routine even though right now we resemble sleep deprived parents of a newborn. There are so many things that you never expected to have to deal with. You cross one item off your To Do List and two more get added. At least I don’t feel like I’m chasing my own tail anymore.
When FIL got sick back in 2001, Hubby and I did everything we could to help MIL care for him. We didn’t have a clue what we were doing most of the time, but we had good intentions. Because of our lack of skills and our good intentions, some of our attempts at helping were rather amusing to watch. We called ourselves Dumb & Dumber Health Care. When FIL passed away and our services were no longer needed, Dumb & Dumber Health Care went on hiatus.
Since MIL has some health concerns, Dumb & Dumber Health Care makes occasional appearances but it hasn’t been a full time enterprise. That changed this week. We’ve noticed over the summer that she’s been short of breath and having trouble getting around. We’ve been strongly suggesting that she visit her lung doc for quite some time, but she’s always dismissed our concerns and says, "I’m fine." So we really had no choice but to wait until she felt ready to address the situation.
She addressed it last Thursday. She finally went to the lung doc. He admitted her to the hospital for some tests. She’s been diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis and has been sent home with oxygen and a walker. There are all sorts of new restrictions to her life because of the disease and she’s not happy about it. She needs help with a lot of things now. Dumb & Dumber Health Care is back in business.
We always knew that it was going to happen. But knowing it was going to happen doesn’t make it any easier when it does.
The verdict is in. Hubby and I are officially old. There are certain milestones that are unmistakeable. Once you hit them, you just know that you are old, old, old.
We hit one of those milestones yesterday afternoon. Figuratively not literally.
Hubby and I have been chosen by our local Board of Elections to be poll workers for the upcoming Presidential election. Now, I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but around these parts the poll workers are senior citizens that have been working in the same precinct for years. Once you get in, you’re there for life. I had been trying for years to get on as a poll worker, but with no luck. But somehow this year they accepted my application. And Hubby decided he wanted to be part of the fun too. We filled out our applications. We went to a training class. Then we waited for our assignment.
We got the news yesterday afternoon. It’s official. We’ll be working at a precinct not far from our house. And they will keep us in mind if (and when) a two spots in our precinct opens up. For now, I’m excited that I get to be part of the fun on Election Night.
It just hasn’t hit me yet that it’s going to be an extremely long day. Polls open at 6:30 a.m. and close at 7:00 p.m.
One of the things we needed to do to prepare for the job was fill out an absentee ballot. Just in case we weren’t assigned in our precinct. That way we would still be able to vote. Yes, we’ve done our civic duty and voted. Now that I’ve made my decision and turned in my ballot, it’s pretty freeing to know that I can watch the debates and the commercials purely for entertainment value.
No, I’m not going to tell you how I voted. But I will tell you that you need to go out and vote. Remember that the election isn’t just about the Presidential race. It’s about the local school board that’s trying to pass a levy. It’s about the local health department or the local parks district trying to get additional funding. It’s about your local sherriff, your county commissioners, your state representatives. It’s about state issues. Find as much information as you can and make an informed decision. Remember, you can’t complain about the state of the government if you don’t exercise your rights as an American and VOTE!!
It’s a very busy day here at the Big Dog House.
Hubby just left for his Sunday bowling league. When he gets home, he has to cut the grass and do some yard work. Yes, I’ve been drafted to help. Yuck.
I’ve got some errands to run and some laundry to finish. Then there is supper to plan and some cross stitch to work on.
Even the dogs have work to do. Blacky is supervising the roofing guys working on the house across the street. That involves him sitting at the front door watching the guys working on our neighbor’s roof and giving an occasional "woof" when they walk into his line of sight.
Luci is busy supervising me and my laundry duties. She follows me upstairs to get the laundry basket and then follows me to the basement stairs. This is where we part company. Luci doesn’t like coming down into the basement. Something about the open staircase frightens her. She sits patiently while I load the washer and empty the dryer and then follows me upstairs to fold and put away the laundry.
I know it sounds boring, but it’s actually not. It’s just another typical Sunday in Ohio.
Can someone please explain to me why it’s cheaper for me to get some of Hubby’s medicines through Wal-Mart’s $4 prescription program than it is for me to use the wonderful prescription drug coverage that comes with my health insurance plan?
Then can you please explain to me why a three month supply of my hormone patches cost $143 through my wonderful prescription drug coverage plan but I can get three months worth of generic pills with the same active ingredient for $10 at Wal-Mart?
Why does an insurance company have the right to tell a doctor which drug they will and will not cover? Wouldn’t you think that your family doctor, who has been treating you for years, know better what would work for you than some clerk at an insurance company who has never met you?
Yes, I’m on a rampage. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get all the meds that Hubby and I need on a daily basis without it costing a fortune. I knew that I was going to have to deal with some changes when I changed insurance plans, but some of this stuff is just plain stupid.
You have to prove that you’ve used the lower cost drugs and that they didn’t work before the insurance company will pay for the higher cost drugs.
Even if you get special permission to get the higher priced meds, you will have to resubmit your proof every year. It’s just easier to try and find a cheaper med that will work.
The hormone patch cost difference is way beyond belief. The patches really do cost me $143 for a three month supply. The same basic drug in a different form (pills) is really only $10 for a three month supply. The only difference is the way the medicine is delivered. I think the lady at the pharmacy called it a "convenience factor". That’s a heck of a convenience factor!
I have spent a lot of time over the last few weeks trying to figure all of this out. It’s almost a full time job. The sad thing is, I pay a lot of money for this health insurance and I can’t afford to have the plan cover my medications.
I think the system is broken but I don’t have any idea how to fix it.
It’s a beautiful October day in Ohio. And I’m in the house. What’s wrong with this picture?
I’ve got stuff to do for work that I haven’t been able to get done at the office. I need a few hours of uninterrupted time to finish typing some stuff. I need some peace and quiet to read a Policy & Procedures manual for a program that I’m supposed to administer for my clients/patients. Stuff I can’t do at work becuase I’m always on the phone or always chasing down charts for the doctors.
I’m also doing laundry. Because you can only sit and type for so long without going nuts. Because you can only read so many pages of a Policy & Procedure manual before you go to sleep.
I did go to the Post Office with Hubby to drop off a package that he’s shipping back to one of his fishing rod repair customers. I bought a book of stamps. After that, I took Blacky to the groomer’s to get his nails clipped. We took a side trip to the bank (I needed to visit the ATM) and the gas station (I spent some of the money I got at the ATM). He was such a good boy! Normally, he hates getting his nails trimmed, but this time he was a perfect gentleman. Maybe it was the new girl doing his nails. Maybe he’s calming down in his old age. He waited patiently while I was at the bank. He waited patiently while I put gas in the car.
Luci didn’t go with us because she didn’t need her nails done. Between the nightly walks and her habit of biting her nails, her nails are always perfect. It’s probably the only girly thing about her.
My hope is that I get all this stuff done today, I can continue my Day of Rest Sunday tradition!!
Wish me luck!