So when my visiting nurse called a few minutes ago to tell me that Dr. M won’t write a prescription to treat my cellulitis until I come back to her office, even though I was there a couple of days before Christmas (less than three weeks ago) and the nurse assured her that my condition hasn’t improved one stinking whit, I decided to shake things up. I told Karen I can’t get to Dr. M’s office, and we need to set up a visiting doctor over here to verify my medical condition and prescribe whatever the hell I need. I’m just too damn miserable and too damn uncomfortable to shlep back and forth to the clinic in a wheelchair for extra-large butts on a bus with my husband in tow every two weeks because Baylor Family Health Center wants to charge somebody for a lot of follow-up visits. I’M DONE WITH THIS. Please stay tuned for additional information but feel free to continue your normal routine in the meantime. Thank you.
As I write this post I’m watching President Obama’s State of the Union Address on the White House’s YouTube channel. I tried CNN and MSNBC first, but for some reason I couldn’t connect to their live stream broadcast. I have a hunch the responsible party is my seven-year-old iMac, which will probably have to be replaced within the next couple of years. Naturally, with another iMac. I wouldn’t own anything else. On Apple.com I see that a brand new 21-inch iMac costs $1,099 ... which is actually a thousand bucks less than the first 128K black & white Mac that I bought back in 1985. It ran on a 400K floppy disk, there was no such thing as a hard drive and you had your choice of three putrid little fonts: Helvetica, Times Roman and Courier. Oy. It was so primitive!
It’s 9:15 and Sam will be home from work within the next 20 minutes or so. I’ve begun experiencing a few gross health issues tonight related to those goddamn pressure sores ... I won’t go into detail — you can thank me later — because I know things will be better in the morning after Karen the Cutie (my visiting nurse) drops in to change the dressings and survey the overall landscape on my miserable legs. She said she’d be here between 9 and 9:30. The sooner the better. I’m going to sleep on the chaise in the family room tonight so I won’t disturb Sam or accidentally dislocate the bandages, which seem to get caught on the sheets and come off during the night.
Incidentally, I thought you might like to see this eyewitness photo of the mile-wide killer EF-4 tornado that ripped through Garland and Rowlett, Texas, on December 26. The scene below is less than a mile from our house on Interstate 30. The star on the following map indicates Howdygram headquarters; the location of the tornado in the picture is indicated by the red box. This is scary shit, people, and definitely too close to home.
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