I had topics planned for all of my posts this week and I only wrote 2 of them. This wasn't exactly a "planned" post, but this week has been weird enough, that I was given enough crap to put together a random recap. Lucky you.
- Because I have "gotten" to have so many medical things done this year, I have also been given the privilege of paying a TON of medical bills. Oh joy, I can sense your jealousy. I had been putting off paying the last of them for a couple of months (just because I was tired of saying good-bye to my money), but finally starting getting scary letters so I had to do it. I paid the LAST of them in August. It was a painful and liberating experience. But I was extremely miffed when I went through the mail the other day and found ANOTHER bill. And I was especially upset when I noticed it was for a bill I had already paid!
So I called the company to sort this whole thing out. I was prepped with my indignation, payment receipt, and credit card statement, but was caught extremely off guard when a breathy woman speaking very softly answered the phone.
Since I could barely hear her, I was really hoping that she would transfer me to someone else. But as the conversation went on, I realized that this woman could also have doubled as a phone- youknowhwat operator.
It made it very uncomfortable when she said, "Mrs. Janney what can I do for you?"
She wasn't able to figure out my bill and promised to call me back this week. I'm not looking forward to it.
- As I mentioned earlier this week, my father-in-law will be starting oral chemotherapy for his Liver Cancer in the next week (hopefully). As a part of the visit with the oncologist, they were given a great deal of information regarding the chemo, as well as advice and tips on dealing with probable side effects. Because it is supposed to cause sores on the feet, it is recommended that patients receive a good pedicure prior to beginning treatment. I believe the theory is that smoothing out the skin on the foot and moisturizing it will help minimize the sores.
Now that you have all vomited in your mouth, I will continue.
I'm sure it isn't a HUGE surprise to anyone that my 62 year-old, southern born and bred, engineer father-in-law isn't thrilled at the prospect of getting a pedicure.
Phil and I have decided we will be paying for and scheduling his pedicure for him. It gives him fewer escape routes that way.
- Cotton has decided he is part cat.
His new favorite perching spot is the window sill. But he gets a little freaked out when he can't immediately get out of the curtains.
- Phil knows I am a 5-year-old...
He packed extra candy in my lunch for me this week. Gotta love that man.