
I stole this cartoon, with permission, from chana’s blog http://goforthand.blogspot.com/ She even has a link to my blog in her sidebar. I will get around to cleaning up–deleating some links and adding others (like to chana’s blog!)–my sidebar sometime this week. {Stop snicking, I will to get to it this week, or weekend, ok sometime this month I promise I will.}
I emailed cindra my Word Game VIII entry. The enteries will be posted after tomorrow night’s deadline and visitors will vote on which entry is the best. The winner will receive one of cindra’s thrifty finds as a prize! I cannot tell you of my entry, because they will be posted annonymously. But keep checking her blog and when this week’s enteries are posted, leave a comment voting for your favorite. (I just hope that having great taste as you must have, afterall you are reading this wonderful blog of mine {stop that laughing!}, and vote for my entery.) http://cindra.typepad.com/thoughts/
Well the doctor’s appoinment.
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Ok it only took just over an hour to get there, and that includes the bathroom/ciggerette stop. (Hey our driver smoked too, and the company doesn’t allow smoking in the vehicle.)
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I learned a new, and far quicker and much less traffic, way from Jay, Oklahoma to Joplin, Missouri today!
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We were more than an hour early for the actual appointment. Appointment time, the real appointment time, was 2 o’clock and we arrived before 1 o’clock.
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The 45-60 minutes we were told was needed to fill out paperwork, NOT. While the lady that came in at the same time, and filled out the very same paperwork, took nearly an hour to fill her’s out, it took dh and I less than 10 minutes!
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What the doctor said was basically that the pain and numbness in dh’s leg is because the muscle that normally protects the femoral nerve is almost completely gone. That the movement of the leg, pressure from scar tissue and skin graft, is causing pain/numbness. He increased one of dh’s medications and we are to go back in February. Doctor said that if the medication doesn’t control the pain/numbness that the next (or was it only other) choice was surgery. They’d go in and clip the femoral nerve, further disabling the leg but essential disconecting the pain signals to the brain.
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Frankensweater’s things were gathered this morning, and the flashes of arguments with dh over such a large endeaver…..well Frankensweater was left at home and socks were taken. (Deadlines to meet so Frankensweater will have to wait for a week…or till the wee hours of the night!)