Diary Standards

Looks like I am heading for diary standards for a while. Not a bad idea really. If I enjoy reading about the everyday lives of women four hundred years ago, perhaps in four hundred years, someone will find this interesting. Not from the view point that it is a rare view. In today's world, more than half of us are pouring our hearts out to the world. Just from the point of view that it is my world, my life. Maybe I will become a posthumously famous person! For what? I don't know, egocentric writing perhaps?

Anyway, I finally was able to go see a North Carolina doctor yesterday, which was more difficult than you might imagine. No one seems to want to take on new patients who do not have insurance, so I got in partly because it is a family practice and the guy promised he would take me before he knew I was un-insurable. I called the office, gave her my blood pressure stats, dropped Gus' name and waited for her to call me back. She did and I had an appointment, not with Gus himself, but with Betsy his new partner and the mother of a two year old who works three and a half days a week. The mother, not the two year old.

For a little over a hundred dollars I was informed of all the tests I cannot afford and sent off for the one I can. She rearranged my medicine, prescribed something new and now I wait and see. So far the waiting is much more comfortable than it was before I went to see her, so I am content. I am proud of the way I negotiated the crazy mountain streets and finally found the lab on my own. It made me feel very worldly and sophisticated so I went to Starbucks and bought my daughter-in-law a cup of her favorite coffee in a very unsophisticated way. First I asked if any of them knew her, then I said I wanted a small, skim milk chocolate coffee with whipped topping. She shouted out, "one grande mocha latte skim with???"

I followed that up by going to the local mall for the second time in my life, parking beside the new Barnes and Noble they are building because it was comforting to see a store I recognized and meandering through the halls as if I knew right where I was going. Believe it or not, I did end up at exactly the kiosk I was looking for, made a purchase and left to go pick up my prescriptions.

Doomed to using Walmart's four dollar prescriptions or going without, I got in line and fifteen minutes later discovered that it would still be a while. In the end it took about three hours from the time my doctor called it in until the time I could pick it up, but that still beat that first time when I moved out here and it took three weeks to refill a prescription.

Today I did a load of laundry upstairs, then Bobby, Lennon and I went to the market and came back to my house where Lennon and I played until his Mommy got home. Lennon has discovered that now he is ready to play with Chauncey, Chauncey is not too interested in playing with him. Before, Chauncey had a perverse need to torment Lennon at every step. Now he lies on a pillow staring at him as if he is not even there.

I watched a horrible documentary on PBS this evening and almost thought I might quit writing thots, but I know I won't.