I think our health insurance is schizo. ON the one hand, my husband's doctor was distantly related to the "Wellmont" health netwoek and he was able to see him and sort of have his visits and lab work covered. But for me, two doctors later, they say they are "not" in the Wellmont network (it's all about networks, not people, it's all about profit, not health) so can I go to these
people or not? They are 50 minutes away on the interstate. I risk having to see another dr.
2 hours away because his network doesn't reach this far. It stinks.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Decent doctors anyone?
I believe I have serious health issues and yet my husband's doctor can't take the time to call back and let me know if she can take me on as a patient or not. That really sucks. With back soreness/pain and pain under my ribs, that is not a good sign. I hope it is my gall bladder but I don't think I'll be that lucky.
Why can't doctors treat you like you are somebody? I know this doctor is new, but geez, how about fitting in a really sick person? I may have to travel a very long distance to see a doctor "in my network".
Why can't doctors treat you like you are somebody? I know this doctor is new, but geez, how about fitting in a really sick person? I may have to travel a very long distance to see a doctor "in my network".
Sunday, February 10, 2013
What if I have cancer again
I didn't do great with cancer treatments the first time around. I had breast cancer then. But I have this soreness in my back that is not going away -- a bad sign. It could be pancreatic (no) or lung cancer. I am not a very lucky person. Maybe I should have stayed on the Femara. I have tried to
lose weight but my intestinal tract and thyroid I don't think have cooperated.
I did lousy on chemo, but some people don't do chemo, or do it in combination with different things. I need a plan.
lose weight but my intestinal tract and thyroid I don't think have cooperated.
I did lousy on chemo, but some people don't do chemo, or do it in combination with different things. I need a plan.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Beale Street, Memphis, Moving with son
It was colder than normal the one day I got to roam around a bit of Memphis (am told it is usually in the 40s in January, not closer to 20o F). Anyway, it was spitting snow and the rottweiler in the backyard of the house behind the one my son was now renting was howling, probably because with his short hair he was pitifully cold. We'd just finishing moving what things Zeb had into his ground level house, and were planning now on running errands and see what else we could see in this new hometown for him.
He wanted to visit the ornamental 'metal art' museum. There were "several" other museum choices we could have looked into, like the one with the IMAX theater and the Underground Railroad museum. It was Monday and they either closed at 5 PM (we got kind of a late start and had errands to run) or were closed, period. So, after buying a few things he needed for his new place, like food, we took it back to his place, got his new GPS device working, and looked for the Applebees we had a coupon for (which my middle son gave me as part of a Christmas gift). I tried this chicken recipe and the waitress brought me this alcoholic "milkshake" with kahlua (sp?) in it. Son Zeb tried it, and, of course, the alcoholic aftertaste he so dislikes stood out. It's just as well. I think he'd have a hard time being an alcoholic with that attitude. But he's been a "soda-holic" in the past!
So what was left to do? I thought we'd go on this Beale Street, the one mentioned in a song. There supposed to be some music venues on that street. But on a Monday?
Yes, on a Monday. The waitress said if we followed the street we were on (Perkins?) we would hit Beale. Actually, we hit Riverside Drive,and viewed the pretty yellowish lights of the De Soto Bridge, which was strung across the mighty Mississippi, connecting to the next state, Arkansas, childhood home of President Bill Clinton. I'd gotten a map at a travel stop and Beale looked to be south of where we were, so we turned left and sure enough, we hit Beale. We pulled into the first parking lot we found, a very reasonable $5.00 to park, and then had to dodge pieces of ice on the sidewalk it was so cold. But we were in music land!
There so no "you can walk" signal for the first big street we crossed so we had to basically run across. Then we came upon a theater, the Orpheum, where people like Louis Armstrong and I think Joan Rivers had performed, and their names were in metal and gold music notes that were a part of the sidewalk. Soon we hit the gaudy, colorful purple and blue and pink and green (etc.) marquees of the eateries and bars that are Beale Street proper. Beale looks to be an area of three to four blocks, with cordoned off streets open just to pedestrian traffic. Even on this cold night there were some people out and about walking by famous old shops, like Schwab's, and bars, one of them for BB King. We actually went through a bricked archway at one point and discovered the Fedex Forum. Guys on the street were asking if we needed tickets and we thought what for? Oh -- the L. A. Clippers were shooting baskets against the Memphis Grizzlies. I'd never heard of the Grizzlies. Are they a professional team?
So we got out of that area and back to the Beale section and found a bar to go, Silky Sullivan's. In back in a case in the wall is this very gaudy black, gold and white custome with black bangles and feathery white wings, like a party angel would wear marching in a Mardi-Gras kind of parade. Maybe they have their own version of Mardi Gras there. Inside also were 2 men, a young one and gray haired one, facing each other and taking turns doing the main singing to songs on the piano they played. Zeb said to request "Piano Man" by Billy Joel and I asked for "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John. I think the younger guy sounded a bit more like Billy Joel than the older man sound like Elton, but they were both entertaining and the sparse crowd there clapped at least some of the time, while we glanced up at a big TV screen and saw the Grizzlies play against the Clippers for nothing. Well, if you don't count our sodas and giving the pianists a few bucks.
I think Memphis will be a very interesting city for my son to live in.
He wanted to visit the ornamental 'metal art' museum. There were "several" other museum choices we could have looked into, like the one with the IMAX theater and the Underground Railroad museum. It was Monday and they either closed at 5 PM (we got kind of a late start and had errands to run) or were closed, period. So, after buying a few things he needed for his new place, like food, we took it back to his place, got his new GPS device working, and looked for the Applebees we had a coupon for (which my middle son gave me as part of a Christmas gift). I tried this chicken recipe and the waitress brought me this alcoholic "milkshake" with kahlua (sp?) in it. Son Zeb tried it, and, of course, the alcoholic aftertaste he so dislikes stood out. It's just as well. I think he'd have a hard time being an alcoholic with that attitude. But he's been a "soda-holic" in the past!
So what was left to do? I thought we'd go on this Beale Street, the one mentioned in a song. There supposed to be some music venues on that street. But on a Monday?
Yes, on a Monday. The waitress said if we followed the street we were on (Perkins?) we would hit Beale. Actually, we hit Riverside Drive,and viewed the pretty yellowish lights of the De Soto Bridge, which was strung across the mighty Mississippi, connecting to the next state, Arkansas, childhood home of President Bill Clinton. I'd gotten a map at a travel stop and Beale looked to be south of where we were, so we turned left and sure enough, we hit Beale. We pulled into the first parking lot we found, a very reasonable $5.00 to park, and then had to dodge pieces of ice on the sidewalk it was so cold. But we were in music land!
There so no "you can walk" signal for the first big street we crossed so we had to basically run across. Then we came upon a theater, the Orpheum, where people like Louis Armstrong and I think Joan Rivers had performed, and their names were in metal and gold music notes that were a part of the sidewalk. Soon we hit the gaudy, colorful purple and blue and pink and green (etc.) marquees of the eateries and bars that are Beale Street proper. Beale looks to be an area of three to four blocks, with cordoned off streets open just to pedestrian traffic. Even on this cold night there were some people out and about walking by famous old shops, like Schwab's, and bars, one of them for BB King. We actually went through a bricked archway at one point and discovered the Fedex Forum. Guys on the street were asking if we needed tickets and we thought what for? Oh -- the L. A. Clippers were shooting baskets against the Memphis Grizzlies. I'd never heard of the Grizzlies. Are they a professional team?
So we got out of that area and back to the Beale section and found a bar to go, Silky Sullivan's. In back in a case in the wall is this very gaudy black, gold and white custome with black bangles and feathery white wings, like a party angel would wear marching in a Mardi-Gras kind of parade. Maybe they have their own version of Mardi Gras there. Inside also were 2 men, a young one and gray haired one, facing each other and taking turns doing the main singing to songs on the piano they played. Zeb said to request "Piano Man" by Billy Joel and I asked for "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John. I think the younger guy sounded a bit more like Billy Joel than the older man sound like Elton, but they were both entertaining and the sparse crowd there clapped at least some of the time, while we glanced up at a big TV screen and saw the Grizzlies play against the Clippers for nothing. Well, if you don't count our sodas and giving the pianists a few bucks.
I think Memphis will be a very interesting city for my son to live in.
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