The worry about my sister’s surgery has worn my mother out. Not that she has been dancing jigs of late, but I can tell that since the pressure is off, Mom is sleeping far more than a few days ago when my sister was not in the house.
They decided to discharge my sister at seven in the evening, so in the dark I loaded and unloaded her wheelchair, then we had to go to the pharmacy, unload and load, because she had to go in with ID to get the pain meds, and then home, and unload again. Silly me, I thought that would be it.
The following morning, back to the doctor because my sister was worried about too much drainage from the wound, load and unload, load and unload her wheelchair again. I’m ready for my hernia surgery! The hospital definitely did not prepare us for the home care portion of being discharged. We had no idea how much drainage there would be, or how often to change the dressings, or how to clean it, or what not to put on it.
All is well, though, and within a week, I should be able to head home. I am going to make sure they are well stocked with groceries and paper products before I leave. I’m just asking for good weather for the drive, please.
My health insurance premiums are going to go up dramatically next year. Like so many others, I am contemplating what to do; join a cooperative, drop having insurance altogether, or suck it up and pay the premiums. What else can I cut out of my budget to make up the difference? The most obvious budget cut would be giving up traveling to National Parks. That thought makes my heart cringe, literally cringe. The Parks are such an incredible treasure of our country. The current attacks on them make me fighting mad. Those are OUR parks, not the politicians or the oil companies.
Ok, calm again. Don’t forget the dreaded Time Change is today.