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Yes, I am here. There's just been very little to post as there's not been much happening. Not to say that I've not been busy with... stuff. Just that said stuff has not born fruit yet. And other than pursuing the... stuff... there's not a whole lot else to write about.

So yeah, it's 12:01 AM Saturday as I type this sentence, and I've yet to be to bed. Too busy perusing Match.com profiles. That's part of the... stuff... I was talking about. So far, many winks, a couple of creepy emails received and several nice emails sent out with only one reply so far, and that was to tell me that he'd just found someone. C'est la vie.

The other ...stuff... is that I'm trying to find a used Quickie 2 wheelchair at a bargain price  and funding for a Wijit driving and braking system. I wrote about that a couple of weeks ago. Click here to refresh your memories. And, here's a video of the thing being used by another person with Ataxia:

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So I've contacted the Lions Club, Elks Club, Rotary Club, National Ataxia Foundation, and my MDA medical care coordinator to see if I could get around $2000 for a Wijit (It retails for twice that, but Brian Wattwood, when I spoke to him, was interested in selling me one that had been used for demonstration.). Neither the Lions, Elks, nor Rotarians responded in any manner. The National Ataxia Foundation said "We don't do that, we raise funds for research and awareness only." And MDA said, "With the economy the way it is, we don't help with the purchase of Durable Medical Equipment anymore."

Looking at eBay, getting a used Quickie 2 or 2HP wheelchair will be possible, once I have money that doesn't have to go to bills. I've also put a WANTED ad on my local Freecycle.

I'm firmly believing that this would an excellent thing for me. And I'll knock on doors til my knuckles bleed, and then keep on knocking with bloodied knuckles, if I have to. I believe it will happen. I think I hear someone walking to the door now even as I type. ;)

Moreover, Voc. Rehab will be sending me to Easter Seals Crossroads for my employment services, starting with the evaluation to see what I can do or be trained to do, etc. So that may be another venue for getting myself set up with the Wijit operated Quickie. Who knows? But, in any event, I'm excited about returning to Crossroads and potentially being able to find work.

If anyone else has any other bright ideas toward my accomplishing this goal, please share! I'm open to suggestions.

Anyway, I'm not going to worry about how it will be accomplished, I'm just putting it out there to the Universe and working toward it the best I know how.

In other news, Robert got a puppy. He's a black lab named Cash, after the original man in black, Johnny Cash. Sweet puppy, just turning 6 weeks old. I just tried uploading the picture, but I got a 500 error. I guess that was the extra picture thing that it was reminding me about a few months ago. Anyhow, the pic is on my Facebook wall here.

Robert is not so enamored with dealing with the puppy's poopies, but he knew the job was dangerous when he took it. Me, I love the dog. If I didn't already have three cats...

Oh, I'd love to have a man and a house and a dog in the back yard. Snuggling with my love on the couch in front of the TV, with the dog on the other side, his head resting in my lap, one of the cats curled up on top of the sofa and purring in my ear. That would be heaven to me!

Poor Magick, I can tell he's getting a day older. He was frisky as a kitten playing with Timmy and Sophie this morning. And then this afternoon I could hear him moaning in his sleep. He does that a lot. But then, he's 72 years old in cat years so, it's kind of expected, sadly.

Well, it's now 1:13 AM (I don't type as fast as I used to), so I think I'm going to go toddle down the hallway and slide under the covers. 

Later, guys!

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After going to bed last night full of determination for a productive day of house cleaning, today I woke up full of feh and meh. I am not in a bad mood, but I'm not my smiley self either. I'm trying to figure out why my get up and go got up and left, taking my good cheer with it; but as I consider it, though I'm not sad, I believe I do feel the edges of depression in this apathy. I think, honestly, I've felt it coming on for a couple of days and this is the first day it's been palpable enough to identify. And it's my own doing as I've not been as consistant with remembering to take my meds lately.  The downside of the meds working being that when I am functional on them I will sometimes forget that I need them to be functional: the upside of the meds working is that when I do start to slip, I can identify it sooner. I did take them today, and yesterday too, so I should be back to par in a few days.

As for today, I will do what I can, and forgive myself for what I cannot get done today, and go to bed with the same determination that I did last night. And I give myself a pat on the back for successfully getting out of bed and dressed this morning rather than rolling back over as I wanted to do. Today I will be gentle with myself while trying to be as productive as possible.

Now for the updates...

Kneedful things
Wednesday I went to see Dr. W, knee surgeon extraordinaire, and I inquired as to having the hardware removed from my knee. Once he was done admiring the openness of my knee space on the x-rays, I couldn't get a straight answer from him as to whether I should or not as he played the roll of Switzerland in his total neutrality of, "It's your leg, your decision." He, as usual, explained the risks of any surgery are infection and problems with anesthesia, and said it might not remove all my pain. But then, there are always those caveats, aren't there?

So, we are looking at middle of August for the surgery. I've been reading up on Tib-fib fracture hardware removal, and I'm seeing all sorts of positive comments. As the holes from where the screws were removed will leave my tibia weakened, I'll have to be uber careful to avoid refracture the first 6 to 8 weeks until new bone grows to fill those openings.

I'm nervous, but it's still a ways away and the surgery date isn't set yet. I still have GenCon to attend the first week of August, and I'm so looking forward to that.

Choppin' at da maul
I went to the mall on Thursday as it was a fine day, not raining and not blisteringly hot. Took the bus. I was strapped into my power chair which was strapped tightly to the bus. It was my first time being in that perspective, and I could feel some annoyance from the fellow passengers, but I just smiled at them. It wasn't that long ago that I was one of them, feeling the same way.

Rather than turning on Fry Rd. and going around the mall to where it's time stop is, the went past the mall into Greenwood, turning onto Smith Valley Rd. before turning back north on US 31. Road was out, the driver said. Well, it was a pretty drive and I didn't stress over it. And we did end up back at the time stop outside the mall, so no harm done.

I did some window shopping, etc. and found that people really didn't treat me adversely. The security guard on his Segway even joked, "I'll race you!" (He would have won, my baby only goes a max of 4 mph, which is a brisk march. Sometimes I wish it went faster. There are some that go 6 mph, and I've heard of one by Permobil that goes 11 mph. ZOOOOM!

A blessedly quiet weekend
Thankfully, Crazy Neighbor and her hubby were out of town for the weekend. His son from a previous marriage is hospitalized due to an accident and so the lot of them went to Kentucky or Tennessee to see him. Left Friday night, returned yesterday evening. It was like a little vacation with no screaming from her or the kids. I rather enjoyed it.

Friday night I joined [livejournal.com profile] serok42 and some friends of ours online for some City of Heroes fun. We were supposed to be doing the Positron Task Force, but two of the folks who were on Comcrap Comcast were having connection problems so we put that off for another day and ran missions instead. I had a blast!

Increasing my geek cred
Friday I got a call from Patrick, inviting me to come over on Saturday to play Settlers of Catan over at his and [livejournal.com profile] jarlina's place. We were to game at 8:00, but Patrick called me at 6:30 and asked if he could come and pick me up then. So when I got there, we had a while until Scott arrived. We dined on chili and watched an episode of Dr. Who in the meantime, and I became intrigued.

Once Scott got there, we ran through a practice game of Settlers of Catan so I could get the gist of it. Once we played a real game, I really enjoyed it, and came close to winning. I made a few n00b mistakes at the beginning until I caught on. Everyone look out next time we play!

Then after the game, the four of us sat and watched the episode of Dr. Who again, and the one that came after it since it was a two parter. And I can now say I have been assimilated by The Doctor. So I've borrowed most of Season One of the new Dr. Who from Patrick & [livejournal.com profile] jarlina.

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!
The online world was not doing it for me yesterday, not even City of Heroes, so Sunday was phone call day for me. I called my son Robert and caught up with him. Then phoned [livejournal.com profile] chorus_of_chaos and we had a nice chat. And after that, my Aunt Willie and I spoke for a while.

I got done with all that, and checked my email and a guy I met on PlentyOfFish.com had sent me a PubMED article I might be interested in, dealing with a possible link to mycoplasmal infection in some cases of ataxia. He also included his phone number in case I wanted to discuss the article with him. I was sorely tempted to call him and speak to him for the first time, but I was so phoned-out by then that shyness one out for the moment. I may try calling him tonight. For the curious, he's a 50 year old (good looking, if his picture is for real) massage therapist in Carmel, Indiana. I don't know where this is going right now, if anywhere, but this is the furthest any of my online dating relationships has gone, and thinking of him makes me smile.

On that happy note, I'm going to bring this post to a close (It's taken me hours to write this as I have had the attention span of a butterfly today and have been flitting from one thing to another during the writing of this, between breakinging to read LJ posts and being distracted into surfing expeditions on various things that come to mind.) Now time to put Timmy down and see what I can get accomplished this afternoon.

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After going to bed last night full of determination for a productive day of house cleaning, today I woke up full of feh and meh. I am not in a bad mood, but I'm not my smiley self either. I'm trying to figure out why my get up and go got up and left, taking my good cheer with it; but as I consider it, though I'm not sad, I believe I do feel the edges of depression in this apathy. I think, honestly, I've felt it coming on for a couple of days and this is the first day it's been palpable enough to identify. And it's my own doing as I've not been as consistant with remembering to take my meds lately.  The downside of the meds working being that when I am functional on them I will sometimes forget that I need them to be functional: the upside of the meds working is that when I do start to slip, I can identify it sooner. I did take them today, and yesterday too, so I should be back to par in a few days.

As for today, I will do what I can, and forgive myself for what I cannot get done today, and go to bed with the same determination that I did last night. And I give myself a pat on the back for successfully getting out of bed and dressed this morning rather than rolling back over as I wanted to do. Today I will be gentle with myself while trying to be as productive as possible.

Now for the updates...

Kneedful things
Wednesday I went to see Dr. W, knee surgeon extraordinaire, and I inquired as to having the hardware removed from my knee. Once he was done admiring the openness of my knee space on the x-rays, I couldn't get a straight answer from him as to whether I should or not as he played the roll of Switzerland in his total neutrality of, "It's your leg, your decision." He, as usual, explained the risks of any surgery are infection and problems with anesthesia, and said it might not remove all my pain. But then, there are always those caveats, aren't there?

So, we are looking at middle of August for the surgery. I've been reading up on Tib-fib fracture hardware removal, and I'm seeing all sorts of positive comments. As the holes from where the screws were removed will leave my tibia weakened, I'll have to be uber careful to avoid refracture the first 6 to 8 weeks until new bone grows to fill those openings.

I'm nervous, but it's still a ways away and the surgery date isn't set yet. I still have GenCon to attend the first week of August, and I'm so looking forward to that.

Choppin' at da maul
I went to the mall on Thursday as it was a fine day, not raining and not blisteringly hot. Took the bus. I was strapped into my power chair which was strapped tightly to the bus. It was my first time being in that perspective, and I could feel some annoyance from the fellow passengers, but I just smiled at them. It wasn't that long ago that I was one of them, feeling the same way.

Rather than turning on Fry Rd. and going around the mall to where it's time stop is, the went past the mall into Greenwood, turning onto Smith Valley Rd. before turning back north on US 31. Road was out, the driver said. Well, it was a pretty drive and I didn't stress over it. And we did end up back at the time stop outside the mall, so no harm done.

I did some window shopping, etc. and found that people really didn't treat me adversely. The security guard on his Segway even joked, "I'll race you!" (He would have won, my baby only goes a max of 4 mph, which is a brisk march. Sometimes I wish it went faster. There are some that go 6 mph, and I've heard of one by Permobil that goes 11 mph. ZOOOOM!

A blessedly quiet weekend
Thankfully, Crazy Neighbor and her hubby were out of town for the weekend. His son from a previous marriage is hospitalized due to an accident and so the lot of them went to Kentucky or Tennessee to see him. Left Friday night, returned yesterday evening. It was like a little vacation with no screaming from her or the kids. I rather enjoyed it.

Friday night I joined [livejournal.com profile] serok42 and some friends of ours online for some City of Heroes fun. We were supposed to be doing the Positron Task Force, but two of the folks who were on Comcrap Comcast were having connection problems so we put that off for another day and ran missions instead. I had a blast!

Increasing my geek cred
Friday I got a call from Patrick, inviting me to come over on Saturday to play Settlers of Catan over at his and [livejournal.com profile] jarlina's place. We were to game at 8:00, but Patrick called me at 6:30 and asked if he could come and pick me up then. So when I got there, we had a while until Scott arrived. We dined on chili and watched an episode of Dr. Who in the meantime, and I became intrigued.

Once Scott got there, we ran through a practice game of Settlers of Catan so I could get the gist of it. Once we played a real game, I really enjoyed it, and came close to winning. I made a few n00b mistakes at the beginning until I caught on. Everyone look out next time we play!

Then after the game, the four of us sat and watched the episode of Dr. Who again, and the one that came after it since it was a two parter. And I can now say I have been assimilated by The Doctor. So I've borrowed most of Season One of the new Dr. Who from Patrick & [livejournal.com profile] jarlina.

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!
The online world was not doing it for me yesterday, not even City of Heroes, so Sunday was phone call day for me. I called my son Robert and caught up with him. Then phoned [livejournal.com profile] chorus_of_chaos and we had a nice chat. And after that, my Aunt Willie and I spoke for a while.

I got done with all that, and checked my email and a guy I met on PlentyOfFish.com had sent me a PubMED article I might be interested in, dealing with a possible link to mycoplasmal infection in some cases of ataxia. He also included his phone number in case I wanted to discuss the article with him. I was sorely tempted to call him and speak to him for the first time, but I was so phoned-out by then that shyness one out for the moment. I may try calling him tonight. For the curious, he's a 50 year old (good looking, if his picture is for real) massage therapist in Carmel, Indiana. I don't know where this is going right now, if anywhere, but this is the furthest any of my online dating relationships has gone, and thinking of him makes me smile.

On that happy note, I'm going to bring this post to a close (It's taken me hours to write this as I have had the attention span of a butterfly today and have been flitting from one thing to another during the writing of this, between breakinging to read LJ posts and being distracted into surfing expeditions on various things that come to mind.) Now time to put Timmy down and see what I can get accomplished this afternoon.

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Went to the PT yesterday like a good little gimp. Something the neuro doc has been trying to get me to do for a while. PT's name was Randy. Nice guy. University Hospital is a teaching hospital (duh!) so he had a student with him. Spent a full hour with the two of them, during which Randy did a very thorough history and exam. He was impressed by the amount of walking I do when I translated "long walks" into distance traveled each way. "That's more than most able bodied people do!"

He... questions my diagnosis of Cerebellar Ataxia of Unknown Cause. Says from what he sees, it's more the muscle weakness that's throwing me off kilter than brain signals going wonky. Suggests I ask the neuro doc, Dr. B, to look into that.

He also was interested in where I hurt, back pain, knee pain, etc. Been having some lumbar pain for a while, wrote it off to too much walking, backpack, old age, etc. Like my knee, another thing I just deal with day to day. So he went poking around on my back had me lean this way and that. And said I need to see the doc about this, that this looks like it's a disc problem. Thanks, I'll put it on the list. Also said, after watching me walk, that in addition to my funky gait I also favor that left knee, which is adding to the back problem. He's trying to get Medicaid to approve my coming in twice a week for PT to work on strengthening my muscles over all. I'll find out if it's approved or not by the end of next week, Friday the 13th.

So, my list of things to get checked out at the doc grows. I'm not thrilled, to say the least, but it is what it is and I'm grateful to Randy for bringing it to my attention now.

But first things first, is that hernia. Blood tests looked good, so Dr. H. has me scheduled for a CAT scan tomorrow at 1:00, have to be there before noon, though, so I can drink the "prep", and I can have nothing to eat or drink (NPO) for 4 hours prior.. So... no coffee for me in the morning. But, could be worse. I'll set an alarm for 7:30 and chuck down my meds first thing so I can get them in before I'm to be NPO.

I go back to Dr. H. on Friday the 13th, day before my birthday, and we'll discuss the CAT scan and such then and, hopefully, move on to the next step in getting this fixed, probably a referral to a surgeon? I'll bring up the stuff about the back and knee pain which aggravates the back then and see what he wants to do about that.

I do know this hernia needs fixed first, though. Randy the PT grimaced when I said I had a hernia and said he couldn't have me work on strengthening the abs until after that's fixed.

I'm a work in progress, in more than one way, I guess. ;) But, I tell you, it's a relief to be getting this stuff taken care of at last.
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Went to the PT yesterday like a good little gimp. Something the neuro doc has been trying to get me to do for a while. PT's name was Randy. Nice guy. University Hospital is a teaching hospital (duh!) so he had a student with him. Spent a full hour with the two of them, during which Randy did a very thorough history and exam. He was impressed by the amount of walking I do when I translated "long walks" into distance traveled each way. "That's more than most able bodied people do!"

He... questions my diagnosis of Cerebellar Ataxia of Unknown Cause. Says from what he sees, it's more the muscle weakness that's throwing me off kilter than brain signals going wonky. Suggests I ask the neuro doc, Dr. B, to look into that.

He also was interested in where I hurt, back pain, knee pain, etc. Been having some lumbar pain for a while, wrote it off to too much walking, backpack, old age, etc. Like my knee, another thing I just deal with day to day. So he went poking around on my back had me lean this way and that. And said I need to see the doc about this, that this looks like it's a disc problem. Thanks, I'll put it on the list. Also said, after watching me walk, that in addition to my funky gait I also favor that left knee, which is adding to the back problem. He's trying to get Medicaid to approve my coming in twice a week for PT to work on strengthening my muscles over all. I'll find out if it's approved or not by the end of next week, Friday the 13th.

So, my list of things to get checked out at the doc grows. I'm not thrilled, to say the least, but it is what it is and I'm grateful to Randy for bringing it to my attention now.

But first things first, is that hernia. Blood tests looked good, so Dr. H. has me scheduled for a CAT scan tomorrow at 1:00, have to be there before noon, though, so I can drink the "prep", and I can have nothing to eat or drink (NPO) for 4 hours prior.. So... no coffee for me in the morning. But, could be worse. I'll set an alarm for 7:30 and chuck down my meds first thing so I can get them in before I'm to be NPO.

I go back to Dr. H. on Friday the 13th, day before my birthday, and we'll discuss the CAT scan and such then and, hopefully, move on to the next step in getting this fixed, probably a referral to a surgeon? I'll bring up the stuff about the back and knee pain which aggravates the back then and see what he wants to do about that.

I do know this hernia needs fixed first, though. Randy the PT grimaced when I said I had a hernia and said he couldn't have me work on strengthening the abs until after that's fixed.

I'm a work in progress, in more than one way, I guess. ;) But, I tell you, it's a relief to be getting this stuff taken care of at last.
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First thought of the day: ZOMG! In just three weeks from today I'll be 50 years old! I'm a little weirded out by this fact. I really don't feel much older, especially mentally, than 30. This cannot be. True, age is only a number, but does the number have to be so big?

Usually I don't think a lot about my disability. I prescribe to the principle, "Adapt. Improvise. Overcome." I do what I've got to do in whatever way that works, even when it means that I overdo. If that means that I put on a backpack and stagger my way to the store (or at least to the bus stop, which itself is a quarter of a mile away), then so be it. But this week, and next week's goings on have brought the fact that I am disabled to the forefront of my reality.

Monday, as I posted before, I saw the neurologist about this mystery neuro disease of mine - currently dubbed Spino-Cerebellar Ataxia of Unknown Type since they've disproved the Friedreich's Ataxia with a point mutation on the "normal" gene theory through EMG and other tests. It was time for my 3 month check up to see how I was doing.

Doctor wanted me to start using my rollator. Also prescribed Occupational Therapy. But, as it would happen, the actual appointment made was for Physical Therapy, and in my home.

This was supposed to happen on Friday, but instead happened on Thursday. Why they told me Friday when the therapist I was assigned doesn't work on Fridays, I don't know. But I'm glad I was home or I would have missed it.

As it turned out, I didn't miss much. The physical therapist was a petite redheaded pixie, with an upturned nose, round face save for the pointed chin, and sparkling eyes named Jen. Her hair was cut in what we used to call a Hollywood Burr, a buzz cut with bangs: typically a boy's haircut, but on her it looked cute, oddly enough. She came up as I was using my improvised way of removing leaves from the porch and ramp, using a snow shovel in one hand, crutch in the other, and pushing the leaves down the ramp with it, and commented that it was a unique way to do that job.

We sat and talked as she did the intake, and she didn't even bother filling out paperwork. She agreed with me that what I really need is occupational therapy, and felt that there was nothing she could really do for me. Didn't even bother with having me fill out paperwork She agrees with the doctor that 2 falls in 3 months is too much and that I should use more than my crutch. Of course, if I used my crutch more consistently in the house, it might help. She is very anti-rollator and wants me to use a walker. A walker! Here I am thinking of trying to find someone to date again, and she's suggesting I use a walker. Also, how impractical can you get? I stayed calm, though I let her know I really wasn't ready for that yet. She said I'm in denial. She also said I should be asking friends and family for help.

Today I got a call from the Occupational Therapy people. I will be going to see them on Monday at University Hospital - my appointment is at 8:45 AM. Hopefully that appointment will be better. Though, why does it have to be so god damned early?

It's going to be a busy week. Tuesday I've got my appointment with CAGI for the Energy Assistance program. Friday I have my appointment with my Voc. Rehab. counselor. I've also got to see about getting my flu shot, too. Tried calling the doctor about that on Friday and got no answer. So I'll have to call them again Monday after I get back from OT. If not, I have an appointment on November 2nd with him anyhow.

Anyway, I'm tired, and I've mused about things here long enough. I think I'm going to have some more coffee and see what I can throw together for dinner. And once I get my blood sugar up I'll see about answering some emails.

Thanks for reading.
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First thought of the day: ZOMG! In just three weeks from today I'll be 50 years old! I'm a little weirded out by this fact. I really don't feel much older, especially mentally, than 30. This cannot be. True, age is only a number, but does the number have to be so big?

Usually I don't think a lot about my disability. I prescribe to the principle, "Adapt. Improvise. Overcome." I do what I've got to do in whatever way that works, even when it means that I overdo. If that means that I put on a backpack and stagger my way to the store (or at least to the bus stop, which itself is a quarter of a mile away), then so be it. But this week, and next week's goings on have brought the fact that I am disabled to the forefront of my reality.

Monday, as I posted before, I saw the neurologist about this mystery neuro disease of mine - currently dubbed Spino-Cerebellar Ataxia of Unknown Type since they've disproved the Friedreich's Ataxia with a point mutation on the "normal" gene theory through EMG and other tests. It was time for my 3 month check up to see how I was doing.

Doctor wanted me to start using my rollator. Also prescribed Occupational Therapy. But, as it would happen, the actual appointment made was for Physical Therapy, and in my home.

This was supposed to happen on Friday, but instead happened on Thursday. Why they told me Friday when the therapist I was assigned doesn't work on Fridays, I don't know. But I'm glad I was home or I would have missed it.

As it turned out, I didn't miss much. The physical therapist was a petite redheaded pixie, with an upturned nose, round face save for the pointed chin, and sparkling eyes named Jen. Her hair was cut in what we used to call a Hollywood Burr, a buzz cut with bangs: typically a boy's haircut, but on her it looked cute, oddly enough. She came up as I was using my improvised way of removing leaves from the porch and ramp, using a snow shovel in one hand, crutch in the other, and pushing the leaves down the ramp with it, and commented that it was a unique way to do that job.

We sat and talked as she did the intake, and she didn't even bother filling out paperwork. She agreed with me that what I really need is occupational therapy, and felt that there was nothing she could really do for me. Didn't even bother with having me fill out paperwork She agrees with the doctor that 2 falls in 3 months is too much and that I should use more than my crutch. Of course, if I used my crutch more consistently in the house, it might help. She is very anti-rollator and wants me to use a walker. A walker! Here I am thinking of trying to find someone to date again, and she's suggesting I use a walker. Also, how impractical can you get? I stayed calm, though I let her know I really wasn't ready for that yet. She said I'm in denial. She also said I should be asking friends and family for help.

Today I got a call from the Occupational Therapy people. I will be going to see them on Monday at University Hospital - my appointment is at 8:45 AM. Hopefully that appointment will be better. Though, why does it have to be so god damned early?

It's going to be a busy week. Tuesday I've got my appointment with CAGI for the Energy Assistance program. Friday I have my appointment with my Voc. Rehab. counselor. I've also got to see about getting my flu shot, too. Tried calling the doctor about that on Friday and got no answer. So I'll have to call them again Monday after I get back from OT. If not, I have an appointment on November 2nd with him anyhow.

Anyway, I'm tired, and I've mused about things here long enough. I think I'm going to have some more coffee and see what I can throw together for dinner. And once I get my blood sugar up I'll see about answering some emails.

Thanks for reading.

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