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I don't think there will be enough coffee in Sara's industrial size mug to get me through today. I left my house to pick the kids up from school at 10.35, did not get home until 8.30. Now I think I will be a triple bazillion gazillion-aire. The appt was "officially" set for 1. The office mgr, whom I adore, told me to plan for 2. As we were leaving my mom's house for the office, I got a msg that even 2.30 would be good, he was running very late. We still got there at 2 (noooo traffic in NJ? what the heck is up with that? It was all stopped in the other direction but we flew through). Cait got called in at 3pm. That took about an hour. he goes over every last symptom, blood test, physical and emotional issues, medication changes. Scott goes in around 4.30. Partway through, he says that he thinks he needs to speak with a therapist. *heart drops for him* I am so proud that he can feel safe enough to admit that and to know when he is not able to work things out on his own. The dr spent an hour talking with him about stressors in life, ways to cope, really trying to dig into it to see how best to help him. He truly is more of a holistic style dr and I love that. But by the time they got blood drawn and I paid, it was 6.30. Grabbed bagels from a dunkin donuts for dinner and went to my mom's, got my car loaded up, and then home. Brutal!
Its hard enough dealing with the physical aspects of chronic illness but man, my heart breaks for my kids when they go though tough times, mentally and emotionally.
Today am off to work, then I am going to start calling around to get prices on abx/supplies. My dr got me their price so I can see if anyone is cheaper. Then to start looking for a counselor for Scott. And I *still* need to order those bras I need for post-op! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!! Who wants to trade lives with me?? LOL
In all honesty, I am blessed, I know I am blessed, these are just some bumps in the road. And hey, I live in NJ-- Home of Pot Hole Land so I am used to them.ound:
TGIF!!!!!!!
I don't think there will be enough coffee in Sara's industrial size mug to get me through today. I left my house to pick the kids up from school at 10.35, did not get home until 8.30. Now I think I will be a triple bazillion gazillion-aire. The appt was "officially" set for 1. The office mgr, whom I adore, told me to plan for 2. As we were leaving my mom's house for the office, I got a msg that even 2.30 would be good, he was running very late. We still got there at 2 (noooo traffic in NJ? what the heck is up with that? It was all stopped in the other direction but we flew through). Cait got called in at 3pm. That took about an hour. he goes over every last symptom, blood test, physical and emotional issues, medication changes. Scott goes in around 4.30. Partway through, he says that he thinks he needs to speak with a therapist. *heart drops for him* I am so proud that he can feel safe enough to admit that and to know when he is not able to work things out on his own. The dr spent an hour talking with him about stressors in life, ways to cope, really trying to dig into it to see how best to help him. He truly is more of a holistic style dr and I love that. But by the time they got blood drawn and I paid, it was 6.30. Grabbed bagels from a dunkin donuts for dinner and went to my mom's, got my car loaded up, and then home. Brutal!
Its hard enough dealing with the physical aspects of chronic illness but man, my heart breaks for my kids when they go though tough times, mentally and emotionally.
Today am off to work, then I am going to start calling around to get prices on abx/supplies. My dr got me their price so I can see if anyone is cheaper. Then to start looking for a counselor for Scott. And I *still* need to order those bras I need for post-op! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!! Who wants to trade lives with me?? LOL
In all honesty, I am blessed, I know I am blessed, these are just some bumps in the road. And hey, I live in NJ-- Home of Pot Hole Land so I am used to them.ound:
TGIF!!!!!!!