Things Are Looking Up

Thank you so much for the support.  The post about yesterday was pretty dismal.  I can deal with most of those things, but what threw me was my rheumatologist wanting me to begin a biologic yesterday.  I didn’t handle that very well.

Resolving other stuff:

Frozen pipes:  We had an insulated box around the pipes, to protect them between where they exit the well-house and go underground.  The cows have been scratching themselves on the box, which made the thing fall apart.  My husband managed to thaw the pipes without anything breaking (whew!), then built a new (hopefully cow-proof) box.  We have water again.

Heater in the car:  Always works for my husband, but only occasionally works for me.  I really like the older vehicles where the heater options were on or off.  If you wanted hot air, you turned it on; when you were warm enough you turned it off.  Simple.  The newer cars have a temperature setting that blows warm air until it’s five degrees below ideal, then it starts blowing cool air – which is an incredibly stupid system.  I do not want cool air blowing on me.  Ever.  My solution, then, is to set the temperature five degrees above what I actually want – and turn the heater off once I’m warm enough.  Lately, though, I’ve turned the thermostat as high as it goes (it maxes out at 90) and still gotten icy air.   It drives my husband crazy to get in the car, be perfectly warm because the heater works for him, and wonder why I have the heat set on 90!  We will be getting this repaired asap.

Cracked tooth:  cap tomorrow, permanent crown next week.  Because we haven’t had enough medical expenses this year, figured to throw in another expensive procedure.

Insurance:  I phoned the 800-number on my EOB.  Long story short: they’re going to think about reprocessing the claim for my orthotics, which will require my doctor to submit supporting documentation.

Vampires:  One of the test tubes rolled off the little tray onto the floor.  I was surprised that it didn’t shatter, then picked up a bunch of the tubes off the tray and discovered that they’re plastic.  Interested in getting the results because I swear that my blood looked different than usual yesterday – sorta runny instead of thick (when she shook the tubes, the blood got lots of little bubbles instead of just a few, like if you shake a bottle of water), and the color was brighter.  That probably makes no sense. Oh well.

I’m still processing my appointment with the rheumatologist.  With any luck I’ll get it sorted out before subjecting you to much more rambling.

Monday

I’ve added a new link in my sidebar:  Edwin Leap - a good blog to follow.  It’s past time for me to share the link.  If you’re looking for challenging/encouraging/positive, that’s a good one to check out.

On the other hand, if you want examples of just how much stinkitude can be crammed into one day, read on.  I usually try to find something positive in every situation, but that’s not happening today.  You’ve been warned.

Twelve degrees is cold enough to freeze water pipes.

It’s a chilly winter commute if the car’s heater is on the fritz.  Fifteen miles without heat is too long in the cold.

A cracked tooth is painful.

Being told three times that the podiatrists doesn’t need to see you, and that you don’t need an appointment, and that you should drop in any time to see the nurse because it’ll only take a minute — that does not mean the nurse can help you or that she won’t stick you in a room and screw up the doctor’s schedule.

If you call the insurance company for pre-approval, and they say “yes,” something is covered, they can later deny the $400 claim and leave you with the full bill.

Rheumatologists are not happy to see a flare as the response to an increased mtx dose.

Another visit with the vampire.  When did lab test tubes switch to plastic instead of glass?  Why does looking at my lab order slip indicate the need to open a new case of test tubes before my draw can be completed?

Found an x-ray tech who actually knows what RA is (oh, look, I found something positive, after all); her sister was diagnosed ten years ago (maybe not).

I sincerely hope that you had a better day than I did.
Thanks for checking in – I’ll shoot for something positive soon.

Looking for a lighter conclusion, I leave you with this thought:

What do you call 100 lawyers buried up to their necks in sand?
Not enough sand.