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Today, I Cried
It might mean nothing to you, but to me? I’m speechless.
An Open Letter to Those Who Consider Themselves My Friend,
Today I had yet another doctor’s appointment. Today is March 5 and I’ve already had five scheduled for this month. With 14 more before the month is over, along with 1 set of bloodwork, and a repeat CT to be done. And let’s not forget the tentatively set surgery for the 26th. Today included some impromptu x-rays.
Last month was a slow month. I only had 20 for all of February. In order to make up for that, I have appointments scheduled already up into July. Oh, joy. Prior to surgery, it will be not only the repeat CT (the radiologist screwed up their report so the insurance company doesn’t want to pay for the surgery, so, lather, rinse, repeat) but more bloodwork (do I have any left at this point?) and a COVID test 24-hours before.
Today’s visit yielded more bad news. That’s where the tears come into play. Wanna know how long it’s been since I’ve cried? I mean, cried-cried? Not the teary-eyed, “Oh what a cute puppy!”, commercial-watching type of cry. I mean full-blown cry fest.
February 13, 2017.
How can I be so sure about that date?
Mom died.
