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I tried, but I can't visit John today. The bank took this moment to take away my debit card, not because I did anything wrong, but because they have to send me a new one with a chip in it. It will get here about the 4th of February.
19 inches of snow. (Was 21 inches, but some melting.) Some streets are plowed. Some aren't. Some sidewalks are shoveled. Some aren't. No access to streets, because no one thinks it's their job to clear off disability access ramps. And today was the day I had to pick up my prescriptions. It's January, so there is "deductibles" before my insurance will pay for anything, so what usually cost me $15, cost me $37. The bank is two blocks further from the pharmacy and the bus is two blocks over. Too tired already to do both, so opted for the bus, (since I can't take a cab without my debit card.) Half an hour waiting for the bus before a guy told me the bus wasn't running today. (I checked the site, but must have read it wrong.) By then my shoes, socks and bottom of my pants were soaked and my feet were frozen. Walked home, (didn't quite make "don't cry.")
Now my legs feel like I did crunches. Walking a mile is no problem. Walking through piles of snow at every intersection did me in. I also ended up blocking traffic on a major street because this was the moment a 4-wheel-drive pickup truck decided to get off the pile of snow in the divide on the road. (Not only was he in 42 inches of snow he was parked on a cement median strip about five inches high and gunning his wheels, splattering snow behind him, so I couldn't stand there where I belonged and couldn't get across. We have very-special people in South Philly, where basic common sense and rules to the road do not apply to them.)
And my waist hurts too, because it already takes core muscles to walk, more core muscles to get through piles of snow, and I know the second I eat something to take a pain pill the woman from the bank, who is trying to unfreeze my debit card, will call.
What changes tomorrow? Still $40 left to live on until I can get to the bank.
But John's plug (why do they call a feeding tube into the stomach a plug? Seems like it's the opposite of a plug) was successful. It's better than having it shoved through his nose, but also a good excuse not to rush HE WANTS TO EAT AFTER 10 WEEKS OF NOT EATING! Five days since the speech therapist (aka the Swallow Lady) promised to come back to tell him if he can eat or drink anything but ice chips. Why is being nauseous a good reason not to eat? I choose when to eat when I'm nauseous based on when the feeling lowers. I don't simply stop all together.
All questions best left in person, but I can't get there to ask.
19 inches of snow. (Was 21 inches, but some melting.) Some streets are plowed. Some aren't. Some sidewalks are shoveled. Some aren't. No access to streets, because no one thinks it's their job to clear off disability access ramps. And today was the day I had to pick up my prescriptions. It's January, so there is "deductibles" before my insurance will pay for anything, so what usually cost me $15, cost me $37. The bank is two blocks further from the pharmacy and the bus is two blocks over. Too tired already to do both, so opted for the bus, (since I can't take a cab without my debit card.) Half an hour waiting for the bus before a guy told me the bus wasn't running today. (I checked the site, but must have read it wrong.) By then my shoes, socks and bottom of my pants were soaked and my feet were frozen. Walked home, (didn't quite make "don't cry.")
Now my legs feel like I did crunches. Walking a mile is no problem. Walking through piles of snow at every intersection did me in. I also ended up blocking traffic on a major street because this was the moment a 4-wheel-drive pickup truck decided to get off the pile of snow in the divide on the road. (Not only was he in 42 inches of snow he was parked on a cement median strip about five inches high and gunning his wheels, splattering snow behind him, so I couldn't stand there where I belonged and couldn't get across. We have very-special people in South Philly, where basic common sense and rules to the road do not apply to them.)
And my waist hurts too, because it already takes core muscles to walk, more core muscles to get through piles of snow, and I know the second I eat something to take a pain pill the woman from the bank, who is trying to unfreeze my debit card, will call.
What changes tomorrow? Still $40 left to live on until I can get to the bank.
But John's plug (why do they call a feeding tube into the stomach a plug? Seems like it's the opposite of a plug) was successful. It's better than having it shoved through his nose, but also a good excuse not to rush HE WANTS TO EAT AFTER 10 WEEKS OF NOT EATING! Five days since the speech therapist (aka the Swallow Lady) promised to come back to tell him if he can eat or drink anything but ice chips. Why is being nauseous a good reason not to eat? I choose when to eat when I'm nauseous based on when the feeling lowers. I don't simply stop all together.
All questions best left in person, but I can't get there to ask.
