So Grandma’s insurance company, to which she shells out about $230 a month for her prescription policy, has denied coverage for the Oxycontin she takes. The doctor’s office and Mom’s nurses have gone ’round and ’round and ’round with these bastards about the facts that she is 92, addicted, in constant pain, yada yada. They […]
The only thing missing is chocolate! And some of that is in the fridge as well as the chocolate-chip cookie Snaotheus and KrisDi sent home with me. It’s about the size of a manhole cover. The cookie. Big. Yeah.
Turkey Day was great. Fabulous food, good company, food comas, bubbly beer, woo-hoo wine, the whole banananana. […]
Last time Grandma got sick, they sent her to ER and she spent a couple of days in the hospital. This was expressly against the orders in her POLST, which calls for no IVs, no intervention, comfort measures only.
Today, I was at her doc’s with her. We asked Erin about having Grandma sent to hospice […]
Having spilt cheese soup on my new keyboard and then cleaned it off, lifting the keycaps to do so, I have a functional keyboard, but some of the keys are really stiff, so they don’t always make letters when I hit them. I blame misspellings on that today.
Birthday joys
Snaotheus and KrisDi came up the weekend […]
These are not being a particularly beneficent collection of days. I learned yesterday that my cousin Neil, four years older than I, died . . . on my birthday. Knowing him, he probably planned it that way, just so he could chuckle at me from Beyond. I knew he was sick, but he sounded so […]
Not that I’d want to pass along something that would suck away your time, but. . .
Girl Genius is preeeety good.
The one, single, solitary, lone, unaccompanied, unreplicated night of the entire freaking year that I can legitimately get an extra hour of sleep—the autumnal version of the biannual time-change day—and not only did I not get that extra hour, but I managed to short myself a second hour as well. I blame this on Grandma. […]