Each week when I have to have my blood drawn the nurse will come here to take it. She’ll deliver my meds and take any necessary tests here. She can do some x-ray stuff as well as a ultrasound on my legs right here in my home. I insist upon giving myself the Lovenox shots twice a day. I won’t let them do that, but they can come here to do the other necessary tests and procedures, including RA related physical therapy.
The doctor himself will show up next week to check on me then his nurses will do the follow up care. I haven’t had in home care since 2003 and although my insurance will allow this indefinitely, I don’t want nurses invading my home for too long. However, while my insurance is in a giving mood I may see if I can get myself a French maid.
Right now I’m having psychotherapy over the phone. I’ll have a total of three phone sessions then I’ll finally be back on my feet as normal to go in and see him. Dr. D wants to know about the feelings surrounding this incident. I’m not doing that well with it. He said my voice sounds good but that he knows me well enough to understand that I ‘always’ sound that way. It’s not intentional and I don’t mean to deceive. On a scale of 1 to 10 I’m about a 7.5 for anger, anxiety and depression over this situation. When talking to me I’ll sound as if I’m 100% fine. I don’t mean to, I just seem to always talk as if everything is okay even when its not.
I’m a piddler and fiddler so while off my feet I sew to keep my hands busy. Right now I’ve got 5 dolls I’m working on. They have a very different feel to them. I hope people like them ’cause they’re a bit different from the other dolls I’ve made. Despite the different style I hope people can still see the ‘Sundrip’ in them.
That’s all for now.