Saturday, October 06, 2018
Thursday, September 27th -- I utterly broke down at work because a mom was not happy that I hade made an appointment at an alternate location since I can't get an MRI at the university until a month after the child was supposed to have it. Turns out the doctor told her they couldn't have it locally because the university's scanner is so much better. She was very strident, not necessarily abusive, but it just set me off into a crying fit (it turns out I was also pre-menstrual, so maybe that can explain the sudden lability), and my neighbouring co-worker heard it, had me unlock the door, and talked me into taking a walk and stepping away from the office. It was a really hard day. I had over 20 off-sites to schedule (still do, as every time I manage to schedule one about 2-3 more appear in my box).
The university is down to two, maybe one MRI scanner (depending on certain conditions like age, if it's with contrast, etc.) due to some maintenance, and so the other day I managed to get a cervical, thoracic, and lumbar MRI scheduled there--a long scan, easily over 2 hours--but otherwise without any of the constraints I'm normally given (it was originally supposed to coordinate with a brace pickup, but the university was too booked, so they just said any time I could get), and the first available was in the middle of December. Now in some cases, I do have an alternate place I can go to--the one I scheduled the kid in that caused his mom to go ballistic--and I was given the go ahead to go there for this one, as it's just too far out. Most of these are supposed to be same day so they can see our doctors then, and they're usually in clinic about two days a week, given that they're in surgery or at the university on other days. But if I go to the alternate place, I have to clarify a spine survey (a reduced scan) vs a full scan, and all these little details take time, especially since I try at the university first as that's preferred. And they can't do sedation ones.
Meanwhile, the baby hips are causing me no end of stress. When we ask for an ultrasound for hip dysplasia, it's usually for treatment, not for diagnosis, and it has to be without manipulation, often in a harness. These kids are extremely delicate--they can't be moved out of position at all. The university is the only place in town that does them without manipulation, and they're down three techs. The requests for these are always the same day, as is our protocol, and usually a week or two weeks out. I'm struggling to get dates before a month out, and I'm relying on cancellations to get anything scheduled. There are lots of little things that go into all of this, forms to fill out, faxes or e-mails, calling the centres, calling the parents, rescheduling, usually, as it doesn't suit someone, and then mailing letters, maps, and updating a summary, and sending the form out to a group. That's just my part. Then I hand it over to someone else who pre-certifies it. But this could easily be a more-than-full-time job alone. And it's just half of what I do--the surgery pre-certs are the main thing, and I"m struggling to get those done ahead of time because of all the time I'm spending on the off-sites. I tracked the last week of off-sites on a running total to see how many I had a day, how many I got done, etc., whether I ran into any problems. The one where the mom triggered the crying fit took about three hours total. On a good day--if I only work on off-sites--I can do about seven, or one an hour. But that's without doing the surgeries at all that day. Usually, it's two, maybe three. And they just keep coming. Plus, they have to be prioritised as they come in, as some are more urgent than others, like ones that are post-surgery the next day, or the baby hips for a week out. It's causing a lot of stress.
I've already had an episode where I went to the emergency room for hours with chest pains and headache, and they eventually decided I'd had a migraine that was causing numbness and pain down my left arm. I told that to my neurologist yesterday and he gave me a dissolving medication for migraines. But I'm sure the whole thing was stress-related. I'm getting a lot of headaches, have had some gastroenteric issues, and I've been stress eating from the vending machines, so my hA1c jumped from 7.1% a few months ago to 9.0% since I started in June. I'm going to have to start packing carrots and other healthy foods, as I'm not sure I can curb the urge to eat, but at least I can change what I eat, and my endocrinologist said that was fine.
Friday, September 28th--It was a better day. Busy, of course. I started tracking the off-sites at work. I had 26 that morning and got it down to 19.
Last weekend--my friend, the kitten, and the cat were all sniffly and under the weather. The dog and I were the only ones fine. We didn't play the game as a result, but I got a lot of rest, at least.
Work throughout the week--I just sallied forth and did what I could. Surgeries were mostly done the day before or day of. I realised late Friday afternoon that I had not sent one, and sent it in. It may be denied for no timely authorisations (most places don't due retro ones). That's not acceptable, and I know it, and it most likely will be an issue. It won't be passed to the family (we are an actual charity, not just a non-profit), but it will cost the hospital money if denied. So there was stress there. I didn't think I was doing well, but I didn't think I'd actually drop the ball entirely on one. So we'll see if they approve it. I have no illusions that they will.
Tuesday, October 2nd--So I updated my laptop to the Windows 10 October Feature Update. More on that in a minute.
Wednesday, October 3rd--That evening, I went to do a book review that I hadn't managed to get in by the 1st, and lo, my documents were all gone due to the update. No one was really reporting on it at the time, just a few things in the fora. I spent the evening seeing if they had been moved to another area, and I rolled back the update to see if they would appear. Nada. Nothing on my desktop, music, or photos had been touched, just my local drive non-cloud documents. But that included the game notes, my job hunt materials, and my book reviews. I updated back and at least I have some of that on Dropbox. The game notes were backed up a month ago, and there are just two sessions I lost, which is good, and those recordings were still on the desktop, thankfully, so I can reconstruct (over several hours). Most of the important stuff was already backed up. But I was not happy with Microsoft at all. I was also up late that night backing up my desktop, where my friend has tens of thousands of documents and pictures that he's collected and created over years, and we unplugged it from the Internet entirely.
Thursday, October 4th--News stories started making the rounds on the tech sites of the data loss issue with the update. I did find a good tool for trying to recover files, but it only recovered a few non-important files I'd deleted myself, although I did get a book review back. But either the files I'd had were just absolutely deleted by Microsoft's update, or rolling back--which even now Microsoft is suggesting,--just deleted them beyond recovery.
I did find ways to make sure the desktop didn't get the update (fortunately that machine is Windows 10 Pro, not Home like the laptop, so it's easier. We were able to plug the computer back in. It's deferred all updates for a month, and any feature updates for a year. So we're good for now, hopefully. But again, despite my best efforts to go to bed early, I was awakened in the middle of the night for a minor crisis and didn't get back to bed till 4 am.
Yesterday--We are officially out of grocery money. I'm broke in general, my last purchase being a pie for a send-off at work for a co-worker who is moving to a new department. It's going to be a very lean week until I get paid.
Today--I got some good sleep last night, and woke up to sun streaming through the window, and the cat, who'd really been struggling with the crud, obviously doing much better. I got up, got some water, took my medicine, and played with the kitten with a laser pointer, although I have to be careful because while he's up to playing, he's still got a little breathing issue from the crud he had.
Okay, that's it for now. Sorry I haven't blogged. Today is the library, pet food run, book review, and working on the notes, plus going over to our sick friend's for a visit and maybe a movie tonight.
Sunday, September 30, 2018
The office from the door. The peace lily the hospital sent to my mom's funeral is to the right on the other side of a chair out of the camera's shot, and it is blooming. Note that I carefully made sure no patient info was showing or exposed. It was hard. Folders, magazines, flipped papers, and photo frames were invaluable.
Here are some close ups:
The plants are very stress-releasing, which is good. Depsite that I had a breakdown the other day at work. It wasn't a good day. A series of events triggered it, but I just sat down in my office and cried. A co-worker helped me feel better. The next day was better, I went from 26 offsites at the beginning of the day to 19, and at least made progress after everything came to a crashing halt the day before. But I was so glad to leave work for the weekend, to get some rest and try to recharge. I'm going to try to speak with my boss Monday about some of the challenges I'm running up against.
The kitten continues to delight. Saturday morning I got a laser pointer (a cat toy that can easily be put up so the dog doesn't eat it), and he has discovered the red dot. He is adorable. He's on the tail end of a little viral kennel thing. The other cat is just starting with it. Meanwhile, totally unrelated, I believe, YKWIA has been fighting some sort of sinus gunk for three days, and I woke up sneezing this morning. So the dog is the only one of us not sneezing at the moment.
One last thing...our department at work is going to do Halloween as Disney characters of various types. I chose Maleficient, and I got my costume in the mail right about 8 pm last night (the US Postal Service cut it pretty close, but delivered it on time.) Here it is, sans any green makeup I'll actually do for the face (I haven't figured out what to do with the hands yet, as they should also be green. Gloves? Makeup? I don't want to get the latter everywhere.
Saturday, September 15, 2018
I really do think I'm going to lie down for a little while and listen to some music. YKWIA is sitting in the living room with the kitten on his lap having quiet time and reading. I have the cat. The dog is outside (it is a pleasant day). Time for a nap, I think.
It's been an eventful evening. We went to the local pound, found out they were closed, but that many of the animals up for adoption had been moved for an event to PetSmart, including the kitten my friend had his eye on. Went to PetSmart, started the adoption process when two women who were workers of either the society or the store were attacked by an over-excited, overstimulated dog and had to be taken to the hospital. [One was trying not to go, but my friend convinced her to do so, as she was bleeding more than she realised and it was her thigh.]Then:
They shut down everything to deal with the crisis, but because he'd started the adoption, my friend was allowed to take the kitten home. What we have discovered is that the kitten is a master at hiding, and actually vanished while we were both looking at him, and is now nowhere to be found. So we now have a ninja cat with vanishing or teleportation powers in the house. Here's hoping that the women will be okay, the dog isn't just put down, as he apparently has never shown any aggression and it was really noisy and just got him overwrought, I think. Here's hoping that the kitten reappears. He's a little wary of the dog in our home, who hasn't seemed to really notice him yet; she just wants my friend to let her on the bed, and she's not supposed to be on it except at bedtime. Meanwhile, the cat has hissed and hidden a little, too, and I'm not sure he's really thrilled by the interloper. But hopefully, everyone will warm up to each other. Meanwhile, while the dog and cat I have been living with do not bother my allergies so much, I have discovered PetSmart, with the concentration of animals, made me regret not having my inhaler with me. But I did okay. It was just a weird night, and I like I said, I hope the ladies are okay. I didn't actually witness it, just the scene right before and after, but my friend gave a witness statement. All the workers were obviously rattled by the whole thing, understandably.
It's good that I have an appointment next week, as I have parking at work. Turns out nearly all of the plants in this window--no, all of them, are toxic to cats. The adult cat has never bothered them. We're not sure how the kitten will deal with them. So I'll put them all outside for now and take them to work next week...fortunately African violets, orchids, and Christmas cacti are all safe, so there will still be plants in the house.And then:
Apparently the hiding place of choice is under and behind an antique marble washstand. We turned out the lights to go to bed and a tiny meow or two issued forth. I guess the dark scared him. He's only about ten weeks old.Flash forward to now. I haven't seen him this morning. My friend said he cuddled with him, slept on the bed, didn't even seem to mind the dog and vice versa (she's been trained to keep her distance by the other cat, although she forgets, so she has little scars on her nose from their training sessions), and then this morning the big cat came in the room and the kitten moved quickly off the bed and has been hidden since, although my friend heard a couple of meows later. We're reasonably certain he's still in the bedroom, and the big cat is on my bed in the other room. We're hoping he comes out to eat and use the litterbox soon. We could tell he was a little shy in the cage at the store, but he also ate well and played with the other cats and snuggled up with them, too. It's just the big cat doesn't know what to make of the interloper, and the little cat is aware that he's not being welcomed with open paws just now, anyway. :)
PS There are approximately 4,000 books in this house and various antiques and cubbyholes to hide in. I suspect it will be a long week.
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Thursday, September 06, 2018
Wednesday, September 05, 2018
Today was difficult. I came home and curled up in a ball for awhile. Feeling a little overwhelmed at work. But I did get up, did some laundry and dishes, and read another chapter of 'Library of Souls' (the third book of Miss Perigrine's Home for Peculiar Children), and so I feel a little better. And I got in 8000 steps--not quite yesterday's count, but I made goal, even though it meant pacing the house for the last 600 steps. :) Here's hoping I can make more headway (and pull off a minor miracle) tomorrow. Good night.
Monday, September 03, 2018
Today, meanwhile, has been fairly relaxing, although it started out not so great. I'd forgotten to change my alarm, with it being a holiday, but more to the point, YKWIA came in shortly after 6 am to check on me. Turns out that he'd dreamed I was dead and wanted to make sure I was alright and alive. I think it was his mind's response to all the stuff that happened last Monday when I went to the emergency room. So we talked for a while and both of us went to bed till about 9 am.
It was nice to have a day off from work. My physical therapist is out at the end of the week, so she worked on Labour Day, and they called and had a cancellation, so I moved my appointment from 6:30 to 2:00. I was there till about 3:30 pm [my piriformis and other muscles were really tight, probably from sitting at the game, so Grace took awhile working on it]. Then I went and got my hair cut, and he didn't take much off but at least it looks a little neater.
|After and smiling :)|
I'd taken YKWIA over to a friend's so he could help him with some things, so I went and got him and we went to drop off a bill and got a few things from the store (he's been cooking dinner; I've been keeping him company.) We're having sautéed zucchini with parsley and shallots, along with bell peppers stuffed with a tuna-onion mixture. [Note: I'm continuing this post-dinner and cleanup; it was very simple yet very yummy.]
Okay, it's after 10 pm now. YKWIA is on the phone with a friend from Cicero. I'm in my sleep clothes, and I have washed dishes, cleaned up, changed my purse, and packed my lunch. I even laid my clothes out. I don't usually do that. It's time to go to bed now. 6 am comes early. Have a good night!
Saturday, September 01, 2018
I had a scare the other day, on Monday. I was working at the computer and slowly realised that my face was growing numb, as well as my arm. At first I just thought it was my posture along with a pinched nerve from my neck, but I couldn't get it to let up at all and then I started having chest pains, starting from the heart area and going towards my left arm, and my shoulder and jaw ached terribly. Afraid to cause an issue (I know, good Southern girls probably drop dead rather than cause a scene), I called my friend, who used to be a nursing assistant, and he pointed out I was in a hospital with plenty of nurses to take my blood pressure. I had it taken by the lady whose cubicle is across from my office, who is acting as the employee health nurse right now, and it was a little high for me 135/85, but not dangerously high. Still, she offered to take me to the emergency room, and I asked her to take me to St. Joseph. She got the car and we left. She couldn't stay but dropped me off. They took me back for an EKG and bloodwork relatively quickly. I had a headache too, which I didn't really notice too much at first (I get a lot of them), and I was a little dizzy, so they got me a wheelchair. I sat for a while after the triage. I didn't realise it but I was a little confused, at one point realising that I didn't exactly remember the ride over (though I did later), and about two hours in remembered to tell them that I was on a beta blocker, which might be an issue if I were having heart issues.
Once I finally got into a room, a gown, and a bed, the nurse came in and took a history. I explained my symptoms, as well as a headache, which was getting terrible. They took me for a CT scan of the head (I'd already had a chest x-ray) and put me back in the room, and I stayed there a long time. One nurse came in and put me on a monitor (they hadn't, probably because I had come in during shift change), and then took some more blood. There was more waiting, but she'd gotten my phone out of my bag for me, so I ran it down to about 2% battery touching base with my friend and posting on Facebook. Eventually, the doctor came in for a couple of minutes. Everything was negative. They took a while to discharge me. A co-worker came and got me and took me to my car, which was over at UK, which was a blessing, as it's a long walk, and I'd been there almost six hours by the time I got out, so it was dark. They didn't know exactly what caused the 'unspecified' chest pain. I appears I had a migraine, and I hadn't thought I had had one in quite some time, but looking at symptoms that come with migraines, it could explain the dizziness I've been having on and off, as I have had quite a few headaches, just not the standard light-sensitive ones I used to have. Also, one type of aura for a migraine involves numbness and tingling in the arms, especially the left one. So that may have been part of it. They gave me some info on migraines, unspecified chest pain, and paresthesia, and sent me home. Thank goodness I've met my out-of-pocket expenses for the year in terms of health insurance.
So it all came down to nothing, but I'm glad I got checked out. But it was a little scary. I think a lot of it was stress, and had the equivalent to 4 1/2 cups of coffee in caffeine that day, via soda. So that could have been part of it. I've cut back on that. The job has been very stressful the last few weeks (I had 20 off-sites to schedule at one point last week--I have 5 now, most from the last couple of days). It's put me a little behind on my surgery authorizations in terms of time I usually get them in. But I keep chugging along. I didn't think I felt particularly anxious that day, but maybe I was somatizing instead.
Okay, I'm going to go now. I'm going to try to write more often, shooting for daily. I consider it a stress reliever.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Monday, August 06, 2018
So today I was off work and one thing I did was roll up a Dungeons & Dragons character for a game a friend is going to run. Now mind you, I've played roleplaying games [and by that I mean the tabletop/dice and paper kind] for 27 years, but, while I have done Call of Cthulhu (for that entire time) as well as Ars Magica, Shadowrun, Brave New World, Vampire/World of Darkness, and Hârn, I never actually ever got a chance to play D&D. Now I have a half-elven fighter-thief named Aderyn who is going to help escort a caravan with 8 hit points, all the gear I could muster for 110 gold pieces, and an abiding dislike of orcs and goblins. :) Here's hoping I can keep myself (and the others) alive. I know my other friend, the one I live with, plans on standing behind me, as he's a magic user with half the hit points I have, so he can be killed by the common housecat. :)
Monday, July 30, 2018
This is the longest break I've taken from blogging in a while. I've mostly been working and getting a handle on the new job, and I think I'm settling in pretty well.
Also, I've started physical therapy for the sciatica/myofacial pain, which consists of deep massage and loosening the tense muscles and tissue, which is pretty painful at the time, but it is lessening the pain I'm feeling the rest of the time. I'm lucky that they have late appointments, plus my schedule was adjusted a half hour earlier on arrival and departure from work, so that helps, too.
The dog is still full of anxiety. She only feels relaxed and safe with YKWIA and Brenda - not me. He was here all weekend but went over to help our friend who has cancer today, and when he got back she was just shaking. She needs a companion (the cat does not count; he just acts out and beats her up when he's ready to eat). But neither of us can afford to adopt another dog from the pound just yet. I hope she gets better at being alone.
I guess that's how my life is going right now.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Yesterday was mostly about medical testing. I did work from noon to 4:30 pm, but I had an EEG at 7:30 am and an MRI of the brain at 10 am. I had gone to my neurologist concerned over periodic dizziness (I think now that it's vestibular, but we needed to rule out other concerns). I also expressed concern that my memory issues have gotten worse, and while it's probably normal ageing, I've done a lot of replacing words that I have had a hard time finding with the opposite, stuff like that. Now I have ADHD, the inattentive types, so maybe it's just partly that, and as we get older there's more information to juggle. But I've had several untreated concussions, and my family doctor and I wanted to rule out any chance of dementia or early Alzheimer's, a personal fear of mine given my great-grandmother's battle against the latter.
Anyway, the EEG--which was quite interesting, by the way--was negative for any of that. My brain's not slowing down, even though it sometimes seems that way. And the MRI was fine, too. I came home yesterday and looked at the MRI scans they'd given me at Lexington Diagnostic Center. Not that I know how to read an MRI at all, but you can kind of look for light or dark areas that don't fit the rest of it, and I didn't see anything. This morning my neurologist's office called and said it was fine. I did get put on a beta blocker that is good for essential tremor, a benign tremor that can make your hands shake when you hold a spoon or write, or hold a letter, or even a phone, say if you've got it above you in bed. :) Not that you should be lying in bed looking at your phone when you should be asleep, right? Anyway, it's a small dose and it's good for anxiety, too, according to my psychiatrist. It does seem to be helping. Otherwise, I got a clean bill of neurological health. I just am going to have to accept that my memory is not what it once was (and in truth, it was good when I was young, I didn't have to take notes in high school, but I dealt with a lot less information). Given my experiences with anxiety and depression, it's no wonder I've had some impact on daily life. And I tend to compare myself to YKWIA, who has an eidetic memory, rather than say, your average 51-year-old. :)
Today I won the parking behind the building (which is funny, as I'd reserved it yesterday since I was coming from my appointments, so I'm a little spoiled--I have parked there two days in a row), so I took Samantha, my co-worker to her car both days, but today after that I went over to the pharmacy for my pen needles (which are a pain to get anywhere else if you don't have the prescription on you, like you can shoot up heroin out of an insulin pen, thank you, Kroger). Then I went and got YKWIA from our friend's, the one he's helping who is battling cancer. Since my schedule has shifted a half-hour earlier and I hadn't had to go to my car on the shuttle, even with the trip to the pharmacy we were home about 5:30 pm. He was really beat, so he went to bed, and he's still there. I'm going to wake him in a bit to take his medicine. I ate, and then realised I was pretty tired, too. I worked very hard and very steadily today. I like my new job, but I can't ever say I'm bored. So I settled down for awhile with the cat about 7 pm after I'd fed the animals and brought the dog in--who actually wandered around the yard and acted nearly normal. I woke up at 9:45, started some bread making (now that the temperature and humidity are back to where they should be), filled the dishwasher, put away plastic dishes, washed the ones in the sink, took out the trash and recyclables, and took the Herbie and Rosie (the trash and recycling containers, respectively--we name ours here in Lexington) out to the kerb, and generally straightened up a bit. Now I'm listening to Pandora and spending some time on the computer. We're about an hour from bread. The cat's on my bed again. I think I'm going to put the flowered quilt back on the bed, as I don't have to worry about sweat stains now. But that might be a task for tomorrow morning--the cat is quite happy and quiet at the moment, and we like to keep it that way. So I have a task to do online and then I may lie back down till the bread machine beeps and listen to music. My phone turned off, as I let its charge run down, so I'm playing the music on the computer. I may do some brain exercises that go with an application on my phone that are pretty challenging, too. Just to help out on the memory issue--which I do fine with the memory tasks on that. So maybe it literally is just in my head. I don't know.
Alright, I am definitely getting some water and finishing up here. I also should work on a book review by the end of the week. And I just got another published. Yay!
Saturday, July 07, 2018
Meanwhile, the oppressive heat that means I felt like melting and dying over July 4th has ended. I actually woke up with a blanket on that I'd pulled up, for the first time in days or even weeks. We are waiting for the air conditioning repair company to call us back concerning a part. But I think it's okay that we won't get it fixed this weekend, anyway.
YKWIA is soothing the cat, who looked like his tummy might be upset.
I should get a shower, as I need to go by the pharmacy before they close and take him to meet someone/drop something off, and the pharmacy closes at 1 pm, but it'll probably be a couple of hours before he's had his coffee, etc., and gets ready. It takes awhile for him to get going.
Right now I just want to enjoy the pleasantness that is inside the house, though. :) Less than 72 degrees!
Thursday, July 05, 2018
Wednesday, July 04, 2018
On my Samsung Galaxy S7. Only issue so far is that the Gallery and Music applications weren't pulling from the SD card. I restarted it, tried pulling it out and putting it back in, but about the only thing I saw that it did was show the SD card in the File Manager application. So I went on to an image and opened it in Gallery, and they suddenly were all there, and did the same for Samsung Music. Now my music, which is on the card, is accessible. Simple fix, better than everything else I found online, so I'm including it here.
Monday, July 02, 2018
Sunday, July 01, 2018
So this morning we were at McDonald's (after all the trauma with the dog) and a nice young man, seeing his kids were dawdling at the drink fountain, urged them to hurry up because no doubt the old lady behind them needed to get a drink. He was talking about me. I've never heard anyone call me an old lady before. I know he meant well, but if I'd had a cane I might have whacked him on his shins. That was my first reaction - - which I realise is the reaction of an old lady. Sigh.
One of the dogs had to be put down today. The whole thing was sudden and traumatic. But we couldn't let her suffer. I miss her so much already. I was lying in bed feeling sad and the cat came and laid on my arm and purred. I think he's sad, too. He and the other dog keep looking for her.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
I'm back to working normal hours, which we are adjusting to 8 am to 4:30 pm, so shifting a half-hour earlier but later than I have been coming in lately.
I'm happy with my office, and I've got it set up quite nicely, with lots of plants:
|Succulents in the window with pretty stones arranged around them.|
|Blooms on the succulents.|
|This is the orchid I got at the Bluegrass Orchid Society's meeting, plus the sign I had at my old desk.|
|My peace lily. I think I have to move it; it looks cramped.|
|An orchid that's been blooming since February, plus an African violet on the desk.|
|An orchid reblooming on the left, its counterpart, which is peach, but resting, and ivy in the middle.|
|A lovely bunch of peonies I got at Kroger.|
|My new title and sign to my office.|
I've made contact with several people at the University of Kentucky and corporate that will be of assistance, and I had some training from a liaison from UK yesterday regarding a software package I need for my job since I get authorizations for UK surgeries for our patients that have out-of-state Medicaid plans. The funny thing is to get access I had to have an account with UK and once they give you a computer account it's for life, as mine is based on one I got in 1985 as a student in a computer science class that has my old initials in it. :)
Here is my agenda for today:
Get insulin I've been out of for 24 hours Caffeinate and eat breakfast Work on game notes for our Call of Cthulhu game Shower and get ready - I look a mess Go see Incredibles 2 with friends!!! With free tickets from my hoard of employee appreciation tickets[I'm using 3 and I'll still have 5--shows how often I go to the movies] Check on an ill friend and his mother Dust two shelves in the bedroom.
- Move some files on the computer for YKWIA [we're going to do that tomorrow; I'm tired and hurting]
- Do more laundry tonight or tomorrow morning [again, tomorrow]
PS They realised that there was no way I could cover for the Physical Therapy secretary's maternity leave and do the new job, so I'm in my office full time now. New people have been hired in the department for my old job and another checkout position. One of my co-workers moved into the specialist position I was hired for before the other person left, and then another co=worker moved into hers. They're still working with headquarters to get my job official, the new pay rate, etc., as it was such a quick transition. I'm hoping that's just a mere formality, as everyone else has taken the other positions. :) But I should know for sure next week.
Friday, June 15, 2018
That should keep me occupied for quite awhile. I'm going to run by the storage unit earlier in the morning and get out one of the folding bookcases to take in since I can park in the building's parking lot tomorrow.
On Monday, I'm training from 7-9 and then will be in the rehab department all pretty much all day, or at least till 3 or so. I think I return to my desk then if I remember right. Tuesday I'll train from 7-9, be in rehab for the rest of that morning, leave for an appointment, and come back from 3-5 for more training. Wednesday and Thursday I'll train from 7-9, be in rehab from about 9-12 and then in my office thereafter. By then I should be doing my job with my trainer nearby for any questions. On Friday I'll be in my office all day and should be working on my own, again, with her just a couple of offices away if I need her. Meanwhile, she's going to train my replacement on Monday and as needed throughout the week. So hopefully I won't be doing it all for very long. I seriously don't know how she's done it for months now, with just a couple of things taken over temporarily by others. The off-sites alone could be a full-time job. Scheduling is difficult and can be frustrating, as you are playing go-between between families and facilities. One she showed me today took about 45 minutes to hash out. That's my part, the scheduling, as my replacement has already been doing the pre-auths for those and they didn't see any reason to switch, even though the others were doing the opposite section prior to this.
So I'll be responsible for getting pre-authorisations for surgery cases that are done in our ambulatory surgery centre, as well as those of our patients done at the university that have out-of-state Medicaid, and patients undergoing halo traction, which is a long inpatient stay, plus scheduling the MRIs, ultrasounds, and EMGs that are done at the university and other facilities. My counterpart will get authorisations for outpatient visits and off-site imaging and tests. There are some others things--reports and audits, for example, but that's the bulk of it. For the outpatient visits, there's a lot of faxing. For surgeries, there is more contact via phone with the insurance companies, plus, of course, the scheduling is mainly done via phone. We will, of course, be each other's back up and help each other as needed, too. I think we can work well together. We're a little more isolated from the department--on a different floor, in fact. But because we deal with so much protected health information, we each get our own offices, which is nice. You've seen mine. I like the setup there better as the desk is on the left facing out towards the common area and so the phone and computer are on the left. I am right-handed, so I prefer the phone on the left so I can write with my right hand, although I have a headset, too, and that will help.
If I stay for four hours tomorrow, I'll have a total of 22 and a half hours of overtime for the two-week pay period or an average of about 10 hours a weekday. Which is good, as I have to file my taxes still, and then pay on them. The overtime won't last forever, but I'm trying to do as much as I can while it's approved.
Okay, I'm going to try to get some notes transcribed for the game Sunday. I'm assuming we'll do that. It's supposed to be 95 degrees that day, and I'm not sure we'll be comfortable, but we'll try anyway. :)
Thursday, June 14, 2018
This week my trainer's husband got a dream job that will require relocation to another state, and they will be moving and he will start in less than two weeks. She will follow shortly thereafter, once she's fulfilled her two-week notice. So the last couple of days have been a bit of a roller coaster ride as we're trying to get me trained before she leaves, and of course, I'm her back up, so there was that to consider (she does the surgeries, which are more involved, as well as other things). So the powers that be did some shuffling and now I have been offered and accepted her job, the second promotion in a matter of weeks, and one of my teammates will take mine. It will still be a struggle to get trained in such a short time due to my coverage of rehab, but tomorrow the whole day will be spent on training. So my new title will be Revenue Cycle Coordinator. I'm assuming it will kick in when the other person leaves.
In the entire time that I've been with the company (21 years), I've had six jobs, four of them in the last year. So it's been a whirlwind since getting laid off from the first two when the hospital moved. But things have, indeed, worked out pretty well. I'm happy, and a little scared given the time frame we're talking about, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it. So here's to new adventures.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Saturday, June 09, 2018
Tuesday, June 05, 2018
Monday, June 04, 2018
Last night I tossed and turned, afraid I'd oversleep for my first day juggling three offices (my new office, physical therapy (where I'm filling in during a maternity leave), and checkout (where I've been working for a year, first as a contractor and now as a regular employee) and training for the new job. I finally got up at 4:40 am, was at the parking lot by 6 (only two spaces from the shuttle stop), at work by 6:30, and clocked in and training by 7:00 am. I moved to PT by 8:45 am and to checkout at 3:45 pm. I've made a food run for a friend of ours who is battling cancer, had a great home-cooked meal with my roommate (who is an excellent cook) , cleaned up the dishes afterwards, and now I'm ready for bed, to do it all over again tomorrow. :) Hopefully I'll sleep better this time. PS The cat has stealthily crept up bedside me. He likes to sleep with me.
Saturday, June 02, 2018
|Before I moved in|
|Added my name to the plaque|
|After I moved things from upstairs to the office [more to come, of course]|
|Me sitting in my new office|
Starting Monday, this will be my schedule:
- 7:30-8:45 am -- Training for the new position (continued on weekends, if necessary)
- 8:45 am-3:45 pm -- Coverage in physical therapy for the secretary there, who is on maternity leave (she was in labour as I left on Friday)
- 3:45-5:00 pm -- Coverage of checkout (my former job) till closing time
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Fast forward to this morning, when I suddenly realise that when we came home last night I utterly forgot to open my window. So much for skipping first grade, being in a gifted and talented programme, and doing so well in school. None of that matters if you can't get outside your own head long enough to process sensory evidence and open up a freaking window when you're hot. :)
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
I'm not sure if you can see them well, as this picture was taken several feet away so as not to disturb them, then cropped, but I hope you can. Anyway, they made my day. And the other day she was sitting on her nest despite a lot of wind. Here's to continued well-being.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Had a bit of a scare yesterday as the lower part of my face and jaw went numb on the drive from work. I couldn't smile properly, but it was on both sides, not just on one like a stroke. Fortunately my roommate used to work in orthopaedics/neurology in a hospital years ago. He checked my pupils, grip, etc. We finally decided that it was a pinched nerve in my neck, as I'd been jostled badly while on the shuttle when it hit a bump in the road. It hurt all along my spine, and my neck has been bothering me lately anyway. I feel fine today, didn't need to go to the ER or anything, thankfully, but man, that was a very troubling hour or so, and it wasn't back to normal till later that night.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Bad news: The man, who is 50 years old, did something that just made me facepalm. Instead of tearing the perforated counter cheque off like a normal person, he cut it out around the middle so that there is my name, his signature, and the amount, but no routing number, account number, or even a cheque number. Basically, it is a useless piece of paper. He did the same for someone else I know. And probably all the ones he sent out for bills. When he was told that this does not work, he was surprised and then the true horror of what he had done dawned on him. I am considering framing the otherwise weird little slip of paper for future cackling. Hopefully, he will send a real cheque when he gets the ones he ordered.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
I awoke to birds chirping and plenty of sunshine coming through my windows. I've had a shower and am in the minimum acceptable clothes (denim shorts and a light blouse I usually wear a tank top under but I'm choosing to forego that today, as there are solid panels in all the important places).
As my agenda states, I have a full day planned. I want to get my hair cut; it's atrocious and it's been more than six months. I'm thinking of a short layered bob. Also, a friend who is homebound right now with cancer asked me to pick out a hanging basket of petunias for his mom yesterday for Mother's Day, so I did so and will deliver it when they're up and ready, around noon.
There's the normal Sunday chores to do, laundry (mine and YKIWA's, and that includes his bedding), and helping him apply for a part-time job at the public library and applying for two jobs at the University of Kentucky for me. One of them was the one, reposted, that I terribly flubbed the phone interview on last year. I'm hoping they'll give me another chance. I'd tried to do it on my lunch break surrounded by distractions, and it didn't go well. But it is in my field of health science librarianship, I would do a good job, and I'm very qualified. I'm just terrified of interviews, at least ones that are by committee. I do fine one-on-one, and can teach one-on-one, in small groups, and larger ones. But being grilled by 3-5 people, whether on the phone or in person, flummoxes me. This is ultimately why I didn't finish my graduate studies in ancient, mediaeval, and early modern history. Thank goodness the library science master's degree didn't require an oral defence. But I am going to apply again anyway. The other one I may get dinged on because I haven't been in an academic library setting in some time, and while I was trained by the best for the job, I don't have a lot of professional-level experience in aspects of it. Again, I can do the job, and I think I would be good at it, but it would mean changing things back to what I trained for rather than what I've been doing for 20 years. But I'm up for it.
Okay, the cat boxes aren't going to clean themselves. One more review of the timeline/agenda, and I'm ready to go. Have a great day, including a great Mother's Day (I'm a little sad this year, as I have neither mother nor grandmother to give flowers to and spend time with). So I'll try to use this opportunity to get some things accomplished.
This is the fourth time this one has bloomed since I've had it. IT's a regular trooper. The blooms are actually a little small, but quite lovely. I have another sending out a shoot right now, as well.
1630 Go to Kroger for bread yeast. -- Put off until tomorrow.
1700 Start bread maker. -- Put off until tomorrow.
UPDATE: I also unpacked the exercise equipment, blew up the balance ball, and put things away. The cat is enjoying the box, so I haven't recycled it yet. I brought in my microwave from storage as well since the one we're using is perhaps on its last legs, but then it's way over 30 years old. Mine is only 26. :)
My job applications aren't due for a couple of weeks to a month, so I'm going to work on those tomorrow. I'm still working on the laundry, actually. I've done all his clothes, my clothes (and I put all of mine away from last week and today), and I'm about halfway through his bedding. So it'll probably be a later night than 10 pm. Also, the bread I made yesterday came out better than I thought--it had a huge air bubble in the bottom, but not in the top half so I can wait for the yeast and the new loaf.
Of concern is the heat. Tomorrow in addition to the yeast, I am going to stop by the storage unit and get my fans, something I should have done today, but he is almost never really hot. But he was today, and the dogs certainly were--we can put the fans in the living room and that should help, as it's the only room other than the bathroom without a ceiling fan.
Okay, either the washer or dryer just buzzed, so I should go check on the bedding. Have a good night if I don't write more.
Sunday, May 06, 2018
We didn't wind up playing the game. We did go to the Indian restaurant Masala, over in Beaumont, to celebrate a belated birthday for me and something else that is a bit private, but let's say was a long time coming (really, and that's why the celebration was belated) but represents a very, very good turning point in one of our lives.
We stopped by our friend's house to say hello (Brenda had not seen him in quite a while), and then came back to play the game, but we wound up watching Batman: Gotham by Gaslight instead, which we have out from Netflix. It was fun.
I'm working on laundry. I've almost finished YKWIA's, and I have started on mine. I don't think I'll get to the bedclothes today after all. But I did the cat boxes, took out all the trash and recyclables, and cleaned the bathroom. We knew it was going to rain later, so I didn't touch the tile, as it was just going to get muddy tonight.
It is so humid! YKWIA opened a couple of windows in the living room/study, but while there's a breeze it's not really making it in here, although the cat, satiated from his meal, is happily watching out the window. I'm sweating and considering going into my room/the library to put the ceiling fans on. I've had quite a bit of caffeine today, so I'm not really sleepy or anything, just hot.
Okay, I should go check the dryer. Have a good night. I may write more, but for now I'm signing off.
Him: 'It's 8:30, and you're not at work!'
Me: 'It's Sunday.'
Me: 'It's Sunday. We're going to eat Indian food later.'
Him: 'Oh, that's right. I thought that it was Monday.'
Saturday, May 05, 2018
Who knew Wil Wheaton and I shared so many similarities? He's just a little better at describing everyday life with depression and anxiety disorders than I am. I'm going to take a page from his book and start writing that I live with mental illness, but it does not define me. I live with bipolar disorder, social anxiety, generalised anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, hoarding syndrome, driving anxiety, among other things. I am afraid almost every moment of my life. It's crippling at times, but I still get up and go to work each day and take one step at a time. I take a good blend of medication -- a mood stabilizer and atypical antipsychotic (I'm not psychotic, but it works for other things, and you shouldn't give someone worth bipolar disorder SSRI antidepressants, as they can trigger mania), and an anti-anxiety medication. That helps immensely. Therapy has helped, too. But I will never be cured. I know that ust like I live with chronic diabetes that can be managed, but never really completely cured, no matter what some people claim in diet books. It's another type of illness, just an imbalance in my brain chemistry rather than the hormone imbalance behind diabetes. It's nothing to be ashamed or stigmatised by, although it often is. So I'm writing about this now. I live with mental illness every day. It is a constant companion questioning my every move. But I'm ultimately the one on the driver's seat. It is my life. I struggle, but I choose to live as fully as possible
Friday, May 04, 2018
The Muslim woman was doing nothing wrong, didn't deserve to have some whackadoo harassing her, and the kids were something like two. Dad came back out and starting pumping and I'd finished, so I left. But I feel bad that for a moment or two that mother was probably quite worried for herself and her children, and no one should have to worry that a small thing like that could escalate beyond that. She kind of laid low and tried to ignore it, and I guess that worked. But my point is, she shouldn't have had to deal with the other woman's overblown sense of entitlement in the first place.
Monday, April 30, 2018
- Got pooped on by a bird within 30 seconds of exiting my front door, on a day where I was happy with my outfit and thought I looked nice. Fortunately, I was in a thin but long-sleeved shirt, so I didn't get any on me. I walked back into the house, went to the front entry closet, where my clothes are kept (left over from when I was living in the living room), and changed shirts, although things didn't match quite as well. Everyone I've told the story to has told me that it's supposed to be lucky. I'm not sure how.
- On the other hand, I went to take my medicine at the beginning of work and realised that one of the pills looked off, and in fact looked a lot like something I took last night. I pulled out a magnifier I keep with me to look at the imprint, put it and the shape and colour into the drugs.com database, and it wound up being tizanidine. They're pretty mild, really. Each tablet is only 4 mg and you normally take three at night, but they can make me loopy. So I'm glad I caught it. I went through the other bins of the pill reminder box and there was one more. I'm not sure if I consolidated some other medicine and accidentally put tizanidine into a similar bottle, then put them in the reminder box, or what. I think that's what happened, anyway. To be honest, I'm not sure what small white pill I accidentally substituted it for; I think it was my furosemide (Lasix, or diuretic). Thankfully, tizanidine (also known as Flexeril) has a scored side where you can divide it into fourths, and that's what clued me in because I noticed it last night when I took them. I guess that was lucky. Oh, wait, we're back to the bird poop.
- After work (which was steady) I went and picked YKWIA from our friend's house, took him home, let him rest for a bit, then went on a major grocery run on my own. It took an hour and a half. I got everything on the list except wine. I got to the liquor store that's attached to Kroger just at 10. I asked the security guard if they were closed, and he said they were. I asked when they closed, and he says, 'They're closed now.' Well, gee. I got that part. So I ask, when do they normally close so I know next time. Nine? Ten? It was ten--so technically I came up at 9:59, but oh, well, we'll have to get wine to cook with tomorrow instead. Most of it was fresh produce, dairy, beans, that sort of thing. YKWIA pretty much never cooks out of a box--it's all real food.
- I came home, he helped me bring things in, and he put them away and I did a few small things to help. Now I'm going to go plotz on the bed.