Sunday, June 18, 2017
June 18, 2017: Genghis Khan
Andy came in Friday afternoon to visit me from Houston. He said I looked better than he thought I would after being hit by a bus. He took the redeye flight. He stayed just for a short time on Friday and then went to Kevin's for the night. Kenny and Miho love to play with their uncle.
We tried to go look at a respite care place yesterday but I entered the wrong address in GPS. We ended up at a Home Depot.
I'd love to go to respite after the "home." My surgeon told me at my appointment on Monday that I need one to two months more care in a facility. But he failed to write it in his progress notes. I tried leaving messages at his office. I have until Monday at noon to file a protest with my insurance company. There is little hope for a positive outcome without his notes.
The supreme ruler of my health care, the insurance company, has decreed that I am well enough to go home on Wednesday. Plus, I walk too far with a walker so Medicare won't provide me with a wheelchair. I'm not allowed to walk alone with a walker in the "home". Obviously, that means by Wednesday I miraculously will no longer need a wheelchair.
Yes, I'm angry and upset. Two days ago I was crying and depressed. Angry is a big improvement. I'm scared to be left alone in my apartment. I'll deal with it - what other choice do I have.
Andy and I were going to go to the movies and just have fun yesterday. But I wanted to check out my apartment first. I was able to get in just a few feet. The apartment is FULL of boxes. Every room has boxes everywhere. I rented a two bedroom apartment and I thought all of my boxes would fit in there. The second bedroom is piled to the ceiling with boxes. Plus, my dresser is in there because it wouldn't fit in the other bedroom with a bed in it. And, I only brought a twin sized bed. Obviously, I have problems understanding how an apartment can be SO small.
I will need to get rid of tons more stuff. I already donated over half of my house' belongings. My house didn't look overly full. My apartment should be featured on that hoarder's program.
My lawyer told me to hire unpackers. No way. First I need to be able to at least get to the bedroom and bathroom. Andy worked on my apartment Sunday until he had to leave. He said that it's neater and that I should be able to get around a bit better when I return.
I didn't mean to blog all these current problems but I'm all upset again. I'll have to write another post later. I actually have been busy. I don't like to blog when I'm depressed. When I'm not depressed I roll around in my chair visiting the other inmates. I have to enjoy being with people while I can. I'll be stuck alone 90% of the time in my apartment when I leave here.