I consider Sunday the first day of the week, rather than the last.
It was a week full of appointments for the girl, and getting paperwork shuffled to various bureaucracies. Sam and I had lovely dates Wednesday and tonight, although both of us were so exhausted Wednesday that we turned in much earlier than usual.
Well, that’s what it felt like. Poor Sam had to take time off from work, because it was Pain Doc Day. The pain doctor is off in the wilds of Cobb County, because that’s where we lived when I started seeing a pain doctor, and it’s darn near impossible to get a reference to a new one (much less trust that a new one will, in fact, keep writing prescriptions for the meds that actually work). Then we headed to Big Warehouse Store to get the RXs filled, and also hit the bank and the post office because they’re just so much fun! And then it was time to go see the friendly therapist lady.
Happily, we were able to game off and on during the day, which made the whole business far more pleasant than it would have been otherwise. And we picked up a great big bag of fat-lady clothes from a nice freecycler! Some of them are so cool the girl is eying them covetously, so I need to be sure they go to my room and don’t wander off to hers.
While we were gone, though, a sweet fairy girl washed our quilt and comforter! Sam put fresh sheets on the bed, so I’ll be crawling into a nice, clean bed next to a freshly-showered, cuddly man soon. That part of the day, I’m looking forward to!
I feel like I’ve driven across the state, when I really spent very little time in the car today — for an Atlantan.
We went to see Katie’s doctor, filling out the inevitable “It’s January!” paperwork. Do they think people always move from one Janaury to the next, or what? I mean, when we sign in, there’s a form that asks if there’s been any change in our contact information or insurance, and we say “No,” unless the answer is “Yes,” in which case we ask for the forms so that we can update the records. Apparently current administrative thought is that clients cannot be trusted that far, so they make us do all the forms again every January. In every office. Between me and Katie, that’s a lot of extra forms being filled out for no particular reason.
We picked up prescriptions in two places. We dropped off prescriptions. We went to the bank. We dropped off a utility payment to avoid the electronic payment fee. I know we did something else, but my mind is gone.
I mean, like get up by a certain time and be conscious enough to drive, which is unusual. Really unusual, as I very seldom drive. But the girl needs to go see the doctor, and she still sees a pediatrician because they’re easier to get in to see when you need to see them, and sick visits mean waiting and waiting in the lobby. It would take way too much of Sam’s day to try to take off work to do it. So unless I just can’t, at all, it’ll be me. So no long entry tonight!