Good morning, all! Things are improving slowly, but I am feeling better and getting quite antsy from my confinement. This morning, I'm seeing my doctor at 11:30. As of noon yesterday, she still had not received my x-rays from radiology. This leads to a diatribe on the Manhattan HMO known as HIP and their idiocy of allowing a week's time to elapse between x-rays and getting the results to the attending physician. God forbid I were in a matter of life and death, but such inefficiency from a "major" health insurance company is ridiculous.
So, I'm a bit more mobile, although the pains are always present, and I've been able to navigate about the apartment sometimes without the use of crutches. I'm still depending on muscle relaxer and vicodin; if the ibuprofen is doing anything, I don't know. Yesterday, I needed to make an emergency trip to the drug store at 81st and Broadway. I got back and forth on crutches although I moved quite slowly and spent a good hour in bed after getting back here.
I'm debating the rest of my life as I lie here and moan; since this clearly strikes without too much warning, I'm considering turning down all out-of-town jobs because I hate the thought of committing to something I may not be able to finish. Also, I'm not sure I want to be too far from my own apartment in this state of health.
My last comment before I begin my pre-doctor ablutions is to praise the friends I have, may of whom have volunteered to run errands, etc. I could not have gotten through the past nine days without our DR Jose, who schlepped, ran errands, banked, shopped and proofread for me, and Ron and Dona Raines. I'm very lucky and grateful to call them all really wonderful friends.
Before I forget, someone sent me flowers this morning; I haven't opened the container yet because I had other priorities. I'm delighted that someone thought to make this gesture but schlepping around a cramped space with a load of flowers isn't graceful when you can hardly move, or hardly carry the bundle with one hand, and having to make myself presentable to the deliverer quicky was uncomfortable. A card is much easier!
Enough about me.