Nap Time

"YAWNNNN" Good morning ... I think we’re up, I think! We’ve been up and down sleeping so much this morning I’m not sure if this is just another false call. *Giggle* HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

It is a beautiful day here in the Chicagoland area ... The trees and ground are all frosty white. We opened the door for the kitties yesterday so they could see it. At the time they just stood at the door on the inside of the frame looking out. They just sniffed at the air and the little bit of snow I put on my fingertips for them. With their little tongues they competed for the water dripping from my warm fingers. We left the door cracked open over night and now there are a few intrepid paw prints in the light dusting of snow on our balcony. If nothing else our kitties are a little snoopy! I wonder if they thought, "how beautiful!" Or, maybe just, "how did that happen again?" Hard to tell.

We’ve just filled up our coffee cup and turned on the Thanksgiving Day parade ... even took our medicine! We were back in time to see Ronald McDonald floating by with his 22 foot shoes! Yahoo! Yep, yep ... it’s going to be a very enjoyable day. There’s a football game at noon followed by the Bears at 3:30. Maybe we’ll stay up tonight and watch also Samantha: an American Girl Holiday Special. I’ve always enjoyed a good holiday special ... I kind of live them out vicariously. The boys are with their father and his family today and I’m not in touch with my family of past. Pretty much just the kitties and us. It’s ok, I looked forward to the time this week as being able to hang out here on the computer. It’s my idea of a peaceful day.

To get over our work thoughts now ... just a few notes ... We had a really nice work day yesterday. The first part I refused even to get nervous about. We had an agency rep come in from the State to look at the client books. Fortunately, she didn’t look at Q notes, but the annual work was caught up on my clients. I showed her our fellow Q’s notes too and she had left out work on one of her clients, but that will all be resolved later. She was there for about an hour and a half. We got along really well and chatted lightly as we worked. She was pretty thorough. She had a checklist of all the things she did and didn’t have. I begged off to be the one sitting down finding the information from the files and she did the standing up copying part. Sweet!

One side note here ... She was the one to bring up that other representative who had gotten us so angry that we earned ourselves a verbal warning from Sr. Tess. This rep. just started shaking her head and I knew she knew what we had in this person being a horrible person out meeting the community. This bad rep was one of those kind of people who used every inch of authority over others and was very belittling of people in front of the clients and their family. From what the nice rep said she isn’t like that in the office, but she trained under the bad rep out in the field. She said she dominated one meeting to the point of an hour meeting lasting 3 hours. That’s just not the way its supposed to go. I told the new rep how the bad rep told Sr. Tess how she felt I was angry at her, then she had the audacity to come back to my office to say, "let’s be friends, hug?" Brrrrrrr Just a nightmare. I guess she gets more complaints than any of the other reps put together. Just so happy to be done with her.

Anyway ... we asked her if she wanted to stay for lunch, but she had someone else she had to visit before the day was out. That was the other neat thing about work. We had a big Thanksgiving celebration. One of our donors volunteered to cater a wonderful meal for the center ... Pretty good especially because we’re up to 60 people including the staff. Our friend chipped in by making a couple of turkeys, Sr. Made a very large pan of green beans, and the other Sr. Baked a ton of delicious roles. Otherwise the donator provided dressing, potatoes, cranberries, and wonderful pies! Oh and a huge tray of ham too! This really is our big holiday treat each year. The clients were in very good moods and they were thrilled that after clean-up there was time to dance. The clients just love to dance. They bring in their own music and move whichever means suit them. It is a very happy time!

To finish our day, we stopped in to see Dr. M. That part wasn’t so easy. But, I’m going to have to wrack our mind now to figure out what happened. Hmm. Oh, I know ... it had become a part of our day to make some medical appointments. We’d been goaded into it by one of our friends. It’s hard for us because our memory of what is happening is so cloudy. We had to trace back which clinic we’d last been to and who the doctors involved were. We have a tough time remembering things like this. Turns out we’d last been seen in early May. I guess it had got too confusing to us.Dr. M. Went over it with us last night. There was a family practice doctor person. I’d gone through a few others and I think this last person we liked, but was pretty intimidated by that time. And then there was this surgeon person, and a anethisologist (however that is spelled), and someone that checked out our heart as abnormal ... umm I think a stress test and one of those ultra sound type things. Then we were supposed to see a foot specialist and an eye guy and seek therapy for our arthritis. And, the blood tests ...

After that much of stuff ... we just crashed on the whole medical thing. It was much to much for us so got like blocked out. I never knew the results of all that. I guess the heart test showed that I’d already had some kind of small heart attack in our past. That was enough to blow us away in toto. So now, again the appointments have been made to see the surgeon on December 17th, and the family practice doctor January 3rd. Dr. M. was reading some of the reports that had come out at that time, but we weren’t able to make our mind understand or remember what he was saying. I couldn’t put together so this means this and then that. Then he started asking questions revolving around our terror of being looked at and from that point on, we stayed pretty much regressed.

I don’t know if we’re going to have surgery or not. Really it’s a simple matter ... we have a hernia under our tummy. But, he wanted us to sign something they could snoop around in there. That seemed kinda scary to us too. The regression part put us back to earliest memories of doctors. I don’t want to try to figure that part. It had lead us to self-destructive thoughts that don’t make us feel good. I’m remembering something now ... Casie was being helped to understand where she was and in the process she noted that no one ever sits in the chair beside Dr. M. He reminded her that she had one day. But, then that point gets real confused. For all these five plus years, Dr. M. hasn’t been allowed on the same side of the room or a hand shake. We sit on opposite sides of the room. And, have a terrible problem even taking off our coat in front of him. So, I guess this thing with doctors has been going on a long time. I don’t know ... just a whole lot of confusion right now. I think we have to go somewhere else with our thoughts.

Feeling kinda lost. I think someone called Dr. M. a witch. Thinking that wasn’t verynice.

Hmm, our parade moderators are arguing with a puppet who feels slighted. That’s pretty distracting. I’d rather be looking at the Charlie Brown float. Santa’s coming! Pretty soon now. I’m feeling kind of tired again. Think we’ll lay down.