First Door on the Left

It’s a bit after 3 o’clock in the a.m., and I just got another wake up call from the shoulder. I hate to keep whining about this, but damn it hurts. I took a pill and am just waiting for it to numb me out a bit so I can go back to sleep.

I am going in to see my regular doctor at 2:15 this afternoon. I just hope he listens to what I have to say and doesn’t take off on his own agenda like he did last time I went to see him. Whatever happened to the good old days when you could go to the doctor, tell him what was wrong, and he would fix it? I seem to remember that happening when I was younger. Perhaps my memory is a bit foggy. Maybe it has always been like this. It just seems like the medical profession doesn’t care the way it used to. Now, it seems to be all about the money.

The doctors taking care of my dad there toward the end didn’t seem to really give a shit. It was like pulling teeth with pliers to get them to even see him. The hospice nurses were the only ones who seemed to even care. They were wonderful. I really can’t say enough about them or thank them enough. If you’re looking for someplace to donate some money, send some to your local hospice. Most of them work strictly off of donations. You can even write it off your taxes.

Someday, I am going to settle on a color scheme and layout for this page that I like. Right now, though, it is too much fun to play with. Besides, what else have I to do? I’m afraid that if I get a job (fat chance), it will ruin my plans to drive up north at the end of May. Can’t have that, can we?

Well, thanks for visiting and putting up with my whining (if you’ve read this far). I’ll try to go back to sleep now.