It has been a bit of a rocky road since we got back to Texas. You know the drill; same old, same old.
Dialysis wipes Bob out - so pretty much 3 days of each week he's just physically unable to get up and do much. So about 3 weeks back, he told his new doctor about a serious increase in the amount of urine he was producing, and the doc thought maybe he might be able to either get off dialysis or at least reduce the frequency and/or duration. That was the good part. The bad part is there have been issues the last 2 times he did the test, and now he must do the thing for the 3rd time. (The thing is a 24 hr urine collection to detect kidney function.) So he will have to stay home all day tomorrow and cannot go with me on an errand that we need to do.
So one of the BEST things that we've experienced was that we attending our first square dancing lesson last night. It was a much more vigorous workout than I had anticipated, and I woke up stiff and sore this morning, but it was the most fun we've had in years. Can hardly wait for next Monday night!
Today, though, wow ... it was just one damned thing after another. I had taken my son to the doctor on Friday for medication refills. The doc was excellent and I chose to have the prescriptions sent to the closest Wal-mart, which is a neighborhood market and pharmacy. Then I saw the same doc yesterday, and got my two prescriptions sent to the same pharmacy. I went to pick them up along with making a small purchase of 2 items I'd forgotten previously, after picking Bob up at dialysis. It was at best, a frustrating experience.
First, Tim's prescription still wasn't ready - they were supposed to have received it, but it wasn't unpacked yet, so I have to make another trip to town to fetch it later. That was irritation #1.
Second irritation was that only one of my prescriptions was ready, the other won't be in stock until tomorrow. But that's not the worst of it. Both medications (which I have used for years) have increased so dramatically that I wanted to cry. The ointment I use was $75 last time I purchased it (and I paid for it myself) so I was ready to pay around 90 to 100 dollars for it. However, the price she quoted me was nearly $300. So I asked about the price of my antibiotic, which I used to get for $8 to $10 at Walmart. She said it was nearly $60. (I was so much in shock, I know she said fifty-something-and change, but all I could think was it's almost $60)
Now this came right on the heels of Bob's bad news that he has to do his test again before he can find out about his future dialysis schedule. So that's a triple whammy, nerve-wise. But wait! There's More!
When I opened the door to the driver's side, the handle broke. I'm not sure how bad that is or how hard it will be to repair, but in my state of mind at the time, it felt horrible.
So off we head towards our current home thinking we were getting bad stuff out of the way in one fell swoop and joking about our series of unfortunate events. Then it got worse.
s we started up the hill that is the overpass across I30, the van stopped responding to my gas pedal, and we began to lose speed. I slapped it into Neutral and we tried to coast all the way to the Valero gas station, but came to a halt just before we blocked the driveway to the Greenville Mitsubishi dealership.
Hoping against hope that we'd merely run out of gas, and fearing our gas had been siphoned while we were away from the van, Bob set off to buy a gas can and some gas at the corner Valero. He soon learned that they don't sell gas cans, and he was going to call our roadside assistance when he returned to our vehicle.
And that's where something Good and Kind and Wonderful happened: a worker at the dealership came out and asked Bob if he needed any help. When Bob said he hoped we'd just run out of gas but that Valero didn't sell gas cans, the man gave Bob a can of gas and asked only that we refill it and bring it back when we were through.
So that's exactly what we did, after we put his gas in our van and discovered that we had, indeed, simply run out of gas.
Getting home, we logged the mileage to see if we'd been siphoned, and discovered we'd actually driven 444 miles since the previous fill up. Normally we fill up at around 300 miles, since the gas gage hasn't worked for quite some time.
And that is our drama du jour. Here's hoping nothing else goes wrong - I'm not sure I can handle much more stress. Seriously!
Dialysis wipes Bob out - so pretty much 3 days of each week he's just physically unable to get up and do much. So about 3 weeks back, he told his new doctor about a serious increase in the amount of urine he was producing, and the doc thought maybe he might be able to either get off dialysis or at least reduce the frequency and/or duration. That was the good part. The bad part is there have been issues the last 2 times he did the test, and now he must do the thing for the 3rd time. (The thing is a 24 hr urine collection to detect kidney function.) So he will have to stay home all day tomorrow and cannot go with me on an errand that we need to do.
So one of the BEST things that we've experienced was that we attending our first square dancing lesson last night. It was a much more vigorous workout than I had anticipated, and I woke up stiff and sore this morning, but it was the most fun we've had in years. Can hardly wait for next Monday night!
Today, though, wow ... it was just one damned thing after another. I had taken my son to the doctor on Friday for medication refills. The doc was excellent and I chose to have the prescriptions sent to the closest Wal-mart, which is a neighborhood market and pharmacy. Then I saw the same doc yesterday, and got my two prescriptions sent to the same pharmacy. I went to pick them up along with making a small purchase of 2 items I'd forgotten previously, after picking Bob up at dialysis. It was at best, a frustrating experience.
First, Tim's prescription still wasn't ready - they were supposed to have received it, but it wasn't unpacked yet, so I have to make another trip to town to fetch it later. That was irritation #1.
Second irritation was that only one of my prescriptions was ready, the other won't be in stock until tomorrow. But that's not the worst of it. Both medications (which I have used for years) have increased so dramatically that I wanted to cry. The ointment I use was $75 last time I purchased it (and I paid for it myself) so I was ready to pay around 90 to 100 dollars for it. However, the price she quoted me was nearly $300. So I asked about the price of my antibiotic, which I used to get for $8 to $10 at Walmart. She said it was nearly $60. (I was so much in shock, I know she said fifty-something-and change, but all I could think was it's almost $60)
Now this came right on the heels of Bob's bad news that he has to do his test again before he can find out about his future dialysis schedule. So that's a triple whammy, nerve-wise. But wait! There's More!
When I opened the door to the driver's side, the handle broke. I'm not sure how bad that is or how hard it will be to repair, but in my state of mind at the time, it felt horrible.
So off we head towards our current home thinking we were getting bad stuff out of the way in one fell swoop and joking about our series of unfortunate events. Then it got worse.
s we started up the hill that is the overpass across I30, the van stopped responding to my gas pedal, and we began to lose speed. I slapped it into Neutral and we tried to coast all the way to the Valero gas station, but came to a halt just before we blocked the driveway to the Greenville Mitsubishi dealership.
Hoping against hope that we'd merely run out of gas, and fearing our gas had been siphoned while we were away from the van, Bob set off to buy a gas can and some gas at the corner Valero. He soon learned that they don't sell gas cans, and he was going to call our roadside assistance when he returned to our vehicle.
And that's where something Good and Kind and Wonderful happened: a worker at the dealership came out and asked Bob if he needed any help. When Bob said he hoped we'd just run out of gas but that Valero didn't sell gas cans, the man gave Bob a can of gas and asked only that we refill it and bring it back when we were through.
So that's exactly what we did, after we put his gas in our van and discovered that we had, indeed, simply run out of gas.
Getting home, we logged the mileage to see if we'd been siphoned, and discovered we'd actually driven 444 miles since the previous fill up. Normally we fill up at around 300 miles, since the gas gage hasn't worked for quite some time.
And that is our drama du jour. Here's hoping nothing else goes wrong - I'm not sure I can handle much more stress. Seriously!
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