Well.
I am happy to report that we all survived the doctor and therapy.
Believe me, there were some VERY interesting happenings, but we did all survive.
Even though I have lived here all my life, I still have problems getting from point A to point B in this town. Between point A and point B today I got a bit emotional (point A was where all the very interesting happenings happened) as I realized that we have very good friends who used to live between those two points. Suddenly, I missed them 'extreme muchly' and wished that so many of our friends weren't either pastors or missionaries who moved away. Had she still lived nearby, I would have stopped in at Julie's and let her have my mom while we journeyed on to point B. And Julie would have done it with a servents heart - and a cookie. At least she used to do that for my kids.
Shockingly, the distance between point A and point B was shorter than I had anticipated. Everything at point B went very well. My mom and I chatted happily with a very friendly woman who was also waiting for someone having therapy. There are MANY really friendly people in this world. Most of them waiting for loved ones having therapy at point B.
There was some nasty weather beginning when we left for home and point C, the pharmacy. I badly needed a nap. I could have caught one at point B, but I'm too much like my father, and have to remain alert to inform people that not everything my mother says it true. This annoys her to know end, but I can't seem to help myself.
So, on the way home, and with no Julie to stop and unwind with I pulled into my driveway to grab the prescriptions. I do not know WHY but the prescription thingy is such a HUGE issue with me. I was starting to get shakey and irrational. Then, I saw it, The Husband God Gave Me's car. I told my dad I would take him to get the prescriptions filled tonight (i just could not handle the pharmacy - i'm not even sure why).
They drove on home. I actually ran into the house, found THGGM sitting on the couch and DEMANDED that he hold me.
He is a very kind man.
Such a kind man that he gathered up the prescriptions, went to my folks and picked up their insurance card and credit card and got them for me. He asked all of the right questions and got all of the right answers.
It's working. It will be more expensive for my parents this way than with their previous plan, but with some more paper work that I have to fill out and send in, my mother should be able to get some additional help with her meds.
Baby Boy came over tonight. I held him while he bobbed his head around trying to get a good look at me.
I hope he doesn't end up strange like me. I have no fear of walking into bear infested woods. But, for some UNKNOWN REASON this whole prescription drug issue has had me TERRIFIED.
But, I'm over it now. Tomorrow I will most likely be afraid of something totally different and equally stupid.
I'm predictable like that.
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Ah, how well I understand. We get statements from our health insurance company - not bills - just statements letting us know what charges have been credited to our account and how much our insurance will pay. I cannot even open these statements, as all medically-related paperwork sends me into cold sweats.
I can't imagine how much worse it would be trying to chose a prescription plan.
Hang in there.
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