I rose after 7 and started to write the blog. Linda was already working East Coast time and was pushing coffee as she had trouble getting to bed last night. There was too much fun going on. Linda would be busy all morning, non-stop, and into the afternoon. Lots of coffee was required!
I spent the morning writing and musing. Mariah’s blog reminded me how hard writing is for me. Dondrea later called me on it and said that I should not negatively compare my, dare I use the word style, to Mariah. Mine is good and different. I am being unfair to myself.
After the blog, I admit that yesterday disappeared mostly from my memory this Thursday morning. I dressed and tried to rest. Linda and I both reheated a slice of Linda’s lasagna, Mid-West American style and had that for lunch. Breakfast today was just coffee. Linda barely left her chair as it was very busy for her; she is working from home here in the Pacific Northwest. Cat often does this, too, from NYC when visiting her parents, David and Michelle. I have, it is a necessity, good, fast, and reliable connections via fiber. Because of my constant plan to use a Raspberry Pi computer for something or another LINUX machine, I have older tech devices available or cool ones that support older connections. Linda’s work computer is not cutting edge and is quite comfortable here. Linda’s last visit had her take one of the older screens home. Today, she has that one with her (she loves it), and my new one is high quality but can handle older connections. The usual USB-A hub and various keyboards and mice are always stacked in the garage.
The Occupational Therapist was here at about 2:30 and went over my needs and issues, which were few to none. We looked at my ability to use the toilet and other exciting items for the OT folks. OT was concerned that after Monday, I would have to handle much on my own (Linda would go home on Sunday night), but my approach is that I would expand my actions and should be able to cover most things by then. Bending over is the only thing I must avoid, and it requires strategies. To me, it is something to do. OT suggests getting some grabbers. All interesting. “Dropped a sock. Do now create a robot to pick it up and give it to me, or use AI to detect it and then filter it from my vision?” I thoughts. We agreed OT would call me on Monday to check in.
The rest of the afternoon was a stupid waste of time. The docs finally worked out that I need thrush treatment, something specific and well-known. There is a national shortage (f**k!), and we spent the afternoon finally begging Beaverton Pharmacy to make some from scratch, but instead, they found that Fred Meyers (FM) has some. With yet another call, we were able to re-route that prescription from RiteAid to FM. It was hours of driving, calling, and changing directions. FM’s staff agreed to get it done, but they are backed up, so it will be a Thursday thing (I have been trying to get treatment for a week).
Anyone who believes this is not corporate greed, the Usual Suspects, and a lack of calling the medical for-profits for their arrogance is lying to themselves. Not that I give Congress any points for not passing a law that basic drugs must be kept in stock to be in the for-profit or non-profit biz. I cannot sue. I cannot locate anyone responsible, as all are protected. But I might try. Something to think about. It is hard to sue Congress to make people responsible.
Tired, frustrated, and starving, we headed to Top Burmese Bistro Royale. Linda has not been here, but it serves good Thai food, is slightly expensive, and has a cool presentation (including robot food delivery). I ordered coconuts, and Linda was surprised to get a boozy real coconut for her drink. I ordered appetizers and burned through $100, and we took much of it home. I had the chicken and rice as my thrush makes it a waste to order something more interesting.
Soon, tired, overfed, and ready to stop for a while, Linda pilots Air Volvo to the Volvo Cave. Linda heads to bed. I watch Nova and other shows on PBS. On Wednesday nights, I am usually at First United Methodist Church playing games and miss all the great shows on PBS. At 10, I am in bed, showered, and reading. I am rereading something I tried before.
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