With the Cadi dead (again) it's looking like I need to find a reliable used car which is difficult when you are in BK. The trustee must give permission and since I have two ( kinda' sorta') it's a nono. As I watched Patterson Brothers load it up one last time for a diagnosis on Monday, I marveled at how many times we have used a wrecker service JUST this year. They know us by name and know that we'll pay but it's becoming more and more difficult to get where you need to go around here. I guess I could always call a taxi like Mama did.
I've been sitting on a monetary gift for several months now, knowing that eventually the shit would hit the fan and I'd need it. I have squandered too much cash over the years by not paying attention to spending habits or keeping up with balances. Y'all would die if you knew how much I paid in OD fees just this year. That I am not fighting those battles anymore is something I can thank BAD and Liz for. I actually had to get my hearing moved two weeks when he died because of funeral prep. You can't make this stuff up.
As we were leaving the FH that day word came in that a well known farmer had passed. And then people just kept on dying.......I'm not real sad about Daddy anymore because I know the quality of life he had and it wasn't good. He was OCD and defiant to the very end, at least until he hit the ER that Sunday night. Then, he just laid back and let the morphine work. Sometime during the night I went home and changed into scrubs, knowing that I'd have to report to work about the time he was admitted.
What followed was six weeks of chronic elder care which involves passing back and forth from SNF to hospital and over again. The surgery department was "lightly staffed" meaning the boss was on vacation. Dr. Anesthesia is pretty impressed with the way we cover their backs with blood and such and I stomped my little feet until the surgeon did something...like anything. He was put to sleep three times, held NPO more than that and died of a lung condition that results from too much you know what. Plus sepsis.
This is what I do for a living...diagnostics and patient care. During my career I've seen the laboratory go from boiling test tubes to almost full automation. The big dogs like Quest run brazillions of tests every year often over ordered by physicians desperate
Anybody who has a grandma that just lost her keys, let me know if she has a car that just got driven to church. Let's manifest this kids ^j^